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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 24, 2017 18:23:17 GMT -5
 they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed on't you worry Cassy, I assure you we will."It'd been a couple of weeks, and still the words echoed through her mind every time she didn't have it 100% focused on something else. Which was total bullshit, if you asked her. As was the thrill that wove its way through her stomach every time the phrase replayed. It was just a fuck, she told herself, for what was probably the six hundredth time. Why did she have to keep repeating it? That really, truly, was all it was. They hadn't planned to run into each other at the market, and when she started the game to grab as much shit as they could, it hadn't been for any reason other than them both cashing in big. And it wasn't like they exactly snuggled afterward. He'd given her her freedom, and she'd peaced out as quickly as possible. See? Just a hookup. So why in the sweet hell did her brain keep circling back to the giant question of What would've happened had she stayed?She kicked the nearest rock in frustration. The reverberation up her shin was welcome; she needed something else to focus on. That question was one that didn't need answered - not now, not ever. Because the fact of the matter was that she did leave, and there was no going back to find out. Besides, this was Logan she was talking about; if she hadn't gotten out of there as quickly as possible, he would've done or said something to make her self esteem fall through the floor. ....Right? Good god, it DOESN'T MATTER! And whatever! Nothing he said affected her, so it sure as shit wouldn't hurt her. Okay, seriously - enough. She was already far beyond any speck of civilization, even farther away from him. Call it running, if you'd like; she wouldn't be offended. She needed a fresh start. Why she'd stayed so close to the colonies to start with was a mystery to her, considering she could properly "nomad" wherever the hell she pleased. The point of going it alone was that she didn't need anyone around to help her, and she'd already done a damn good job feeding herself, so it wasn't like she needed to pick scraps from the colonies' leftovers (not that they left any). Taking a deep breath, she tipped her head back and paused a moment to let Sol bathe her face, eyes closed. A few more greedy inhales, and her head was clear enough to move forward without you-know-who or you-know-what plaguing her. She'd already passed the river of lava (that was new) and pointedly avoided the cracked ground that was rumored to thinly top bubbling tar. It was like the farther south you went on this planet, the closer to Hell you got. And that was totally fine with her. Maybe she'd run into something extra dangerous down here, and she'd finally have something challenging to occupy her time. With her rifle strapped across her back, her pistol tucked into her shorts just in front of her left hip, her knife secured at her forearm, and her night vision monocular clipped to the rifle's strap, Farrah Benz was ready for war. The dragon-talon ring worn on her right pointer finger and the ear cuff on her left ear were only worn on occasions like this - when she was on a mission. A sound back to the right had Farrah's head snapping to the side, sending her high ponytail slapping the other direction, but when the wind picked up a second later she realized it was just the lapping of the river next to her. Goddamn, she was on edge. Adjusting her reflective aviators to sit better on her nose, she continued forward.  | | ✉ | she's gonna be so pissed.... |
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 24, 2017 19:20:06 GMT -5
 As Luck Would Have It.. So much had happened. Logan had an incident of accidentally slicing someone’s throat, getting stabbed twice and needing stitches, and getting bottled over the head resulting in a rather large and headache inducing gash. That mixed with two certain resting-bitch faced women on his mind, both on his mind for completely opposite reasons, he had only one goal. Get the fuck away from everyone, and go as far as possible away from what little civilization there was on the forsaken planet. After all, he did perfectly fine when he didn’t run into this person or that person. It seemed the common denominator in all his pain and misery was absolutely everyone else (because that made complete sense afterall).
Getting away was where it was at anyways. Living off the land. Solitude. Not having to think about how he was completely unable to fuck the woman from the trading post he had ran into last week even though she had the right curves, had the right laugh, and didn’t drive him completely insane with frustration. It should have been so easy. But no. Fucking Cassy was all messing with his mind and it was irritating him, and she wasn’t even around and hadn’t been around for enough time that his inability to focus was becoming a bit of a hassle.
Logan growled under his breath in complete frustration, before dunking down into the water of the river in the middle of no where. The cool water cleaning over his face and soothing the aggravation of his thoughts. Damn Cassy. What had he been thinking? That was the problem though, he hadn’t been thinking. He had actually and purposefully turned off that part of his brain that had told him he was being a hormone crazed idiot. He really just didn’t like to do things the easy way did he? Always up for a challenge, Ez would say.
Just then, as he rubbed the water out of his face and he looked up -
Are you fucking kidding me?!
The image almost had him rolling his eyes at the pure irony of who was walking along the embankment. He had walked past a lava river. Past a tar pit that he actually had forgotten was there, and it almost cost him his shoe if he hadn’t avoided it just in time. (That was a real issue too, because Logan did not get distracted enough to forget such important things, not normally). Still, somehow, she was right fucking there. He was definitely not on the ball lately, not that he would ever admit that to anyone else. His blue eyes scanned over her, and for just a moment he considered not even bothering her and yet before he knew it…
“Damn Cassy, If you wanted to take another bite out of me-“ That large, overconfident and cocky smile flashed over his face as he called out to her when she was standing on land, but only a few feet away from him. The innuendo and reference to the last time he saw her was too obvious in his tone, “You could have just asked. No need to start stalking me to the middle of nowhere.” Logan was standing up to his waist in the flowing and clear water of the river. His marked torso bare, and his hair matted against his head as both were drenched from the water. Along his rib cage was a bit red and raw from where he had stitches placed, and another lower on his abdomen and in his hands was his bunched up shirt that he was trying once again to remove blood stains from. See? Not a pansy ass boy.
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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 24, 2017 20:54:59 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed t took some special kind of pissed-off deity to put Farrah in the position she was about to find herself in. Because in what sort of universe did the person she wanted to see least just so happen to occupy the same expanse of nothingness as her? What were the chances that they were both running from the same thing, and therefore running together? Absolutely unlikely. But she couldn't write off the sound of his voice when she heard it this time, because it was saying things she hadn't heard before. So, unless she was really starting to go off the deep end and hallucinate situations with him that hadn't actually happened, he was damned close. A feeling of dread washed over her, bringing about the strangest sensation of participating in the Ice Bucket Challenge... and then catching fire. She had no idea her body could go through such a variety of degrees in such a short span of time. Her stride froze, and she pivoted just enough for it to be obvious she heard him. Thank dear sweet baby jesus that she had her sunglasses on; he wouldn't be able to see the tumult that went through her eyes this way. What did she say? How the hell do you respond to the person you haven't been able to stop thinking about but desperately didn't want to see? Jaw subtly clenched, she chose the obvious route: say nothing at all. Without even a tick of facial muscles to suggest she had some emotion over seeing him, she resumed her path as if she hadn't been interrupted. Maybe, if she was lucky, he'd actually take the hint to fuck off this time. Or, if he didn't, she could just shoot him. Or stab him. Or jump in the river and drown him. Eh, scratch that last one. She didn't want to touch him. She didn't trust herself to. Farrah angled away from the river in hopes of getting out of eyesight from him. There was something to be found if she kept going, she just knew it. You couldn't have all this planet and nothing interesting to populate it. And - bonus - it would be getting dark in a few hours. All she had to do was avoid Logan until then, and then she could find somewhere to hole herself up under the cover of darkness. He wasn't that dedicated; he'd give up the quest to annoy her before he actually found her. [googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 24, 2017 21:37:57 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It.. Oh, so that was how she wanted to play it?
The laughter and amusement he felt bubbling up in him broke out his smile, shaking his head at how absolutely ridiculous she was being. It was so close to childish, that he really did not expect it from her. It was perfect. Now he could just focus in on trying to clean his clothes, and ignore that she had ever arisen to his attention. Yep. That is exactly what he could do. Just ignore everything about the last 3 minutes, and go on about his day in absolute pure bliss. After all, if she didn’t want to see him, then there was no reason to go after her now was there?
But his rational thought couldn’t stop himself. All he saw was her long legs. He tried to focus on her walk of determination that showed off that irritating and irrational attitude which always seemed rubbed him the wrong way, but his thoughts kept drifting away to the sweet and saltiness of her skin, and the way her nails bit into his skin. Flashes of memories he had hoped would just fucking subside already but..
Ahhh, Fucking hell. Was he a complete idiot?
Of course he was, either that or a complete masochist.
Maybe a little bit of both.
He swore in his head over and over as he told himself to just ignore her, but he was a sucker, and hey – Spending the past countless nights completely alone was his excuse for when he tossed his shirt over his shoulder, grabbed his bag and gun and trotted after her.
It wasn’t his fault either. It was like this entire planet gave all the humans that arrived here one giant big Fuck You. Everything that he didn’t want to happen, or that should possibly not be able to happen, always seemed to happen. It was as if some cosmos obsessed with drama was just putting him in all these insane situations just for its, or their, own amusement. It was infuriating. It was ridiculous. And yet, it was the only explanation for the fact that Cassy was there. There in the middle of no where where she could be literally anywhere else on this stupid planet.
It didn’t take long for him to catch up with her, even though she seemed to be walking like a bat out of hell out of the area. His running was always silent, but he knew she heard him. After a moment, he caught up and ran past her a bit before turning around to start jogging backwards with that stupid as fuck grin on his lips. Blue eyes purposefully scanned down her body, lingering in all the right spots just to annoy the fuck out of her before raising to her shaded glasses. “You mean you came all this way to see me, and you’re just going to leave without getting what you came for? Not even a little hello?” The teasing tone in his voice was back, obnoxious as it was
Hmm, wonder if anyone caught on to his defense mechanism yet.
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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 24, 2017 22:00:47 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed he shouldn't have been surprised when she heard the splashing of water behind her, presumably signaling Logan's exit from it. But she was, because damnit, he was supposed to not giving a flying fuck whether she came or went. .......That was probably a poor choice of words. Correction: he didn't care about where she was on the planet, only that he was there to constantly remind her of her mistake. Not like it had even been all that great. Just a guy with just the right amount of muscle leveraging her against a tree while he made her forget which way was up. Hot. Anyone could do it. She was out of practice; she was glorifying the whole thing in her mind because she was rusty. ..Was he actually fucking running after her? Shoulders tense, she side-stepped as he passed her... just in case he thought of running into her instead. And then, when his stupid face was all up in her beautiful one, she by some grace of god managed to keep her lips in a thin line. Her annoyance was evident; the underlying reason for it was not. If he didn't get the hell away from her, she was going to lose her shit. "I came all this way to get away from you," she snapped, rifle bumping harshly into her back as she swiftly altered course. Immediately, she realized how giant of a mistake she'd just made. She'd just told him the truth, which was now going to be held over her head for the rest of forever. That was information he did not need. With a groan, she tore the band from her hair, letting the locks fall over her nape and shoulders so he wouldn't be able to see the small changes in them as her frustration morphed. Once again, she was erecting the only walls she knew how to build - physical ones. Look pissed enough, and people generally left you alone. Except Logan never followed those rules. [googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 24, 2017 22:37:43 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
'I came all this way to get away from you'
The words seemed to hang in the air as she spun away and changed directions, which of course Logan swiftly followed, his wet pants sagging just slightly from the weight of the river water. Water droplets began to streak down his chest and back, alerting his attention as he swiftly grabbed the shirt from over his shoulder and then twisted it to release the extra water. It was a distraction away from her words, that was all, and even he knew it. Logan was not a fidgetter, so why the hell did he feel the need to right then?
There was two ways he could go with this situation. He could definitely go with teasing her about her use of the phrase ‘come’ just to irritate her a little more. That is what he would normally do, in any other situation. The other was succumb to the anger he was starting to feel boil in the pit of his stomach at her attitude, which again, was pretty normal when he was around her.
But he decided to go a different route, slowing his pace slightly so he was slightly behind her. His eyes scanning the side of her face, before looking back towards the river. Perhaps it would be best if he just ditched. She really, really did not want him here. Yet her words irrationally stuck in his mind:
‘I came all this way to get away from you’
It would be so easy to yell at her for being such an irritating jackass of a woman
It would be so very easy to entertain himself in the joking fashion that came so easily to him
It would be so goddamn fucking easy to turn and walk away from the stubborn princess before him
Instead, he started to speak "What the hell, You.." But confusion masked over his face and his voice seemed to pause momentarily as many questions flooded his mind before he could stop them - because why would she need to go so far just to avoid him? What was so important that she traveled days away just so she wouldn’t have even an ounce of possibility to run into him? What the fuck was so wrong with him, that she had to run as far away as possible just to avoid him? Fuck. This was idiotic. This was infuriating (Why was it always so infuriating?!) He really should not care. But, apparently he did. It wasn't like they got along fabulously before, but at least they could semi-stand each other, and sure as hell didn't travel halfway across a barren wasteland just to avoid one another. So he asked the simple question that would sum it all up, although he doubted she’d bother answering.
"But why, Farrah?”
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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 25, 2017 18:04:36 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed urning her back to him had been a good idea; she'd been on the verge of looking at him otherwise. And she totally didn't need to see the way his pants hung so low on his hips that his "V" stood out like a goddamn arrow declaring "For a good time, unwrap here". ...Fuck. Thank the lord he stayed partially behind her. She didn't even care what the reason was; he was out of her peripheral vision, and that's all that mattered. He was surprisingly silent for a few seconds, though, which caused her to look over her shoulder at him. She expected to see some jackass smile on his face, or actually find him much closer than she thought he was, or something equally annoying. Instead, he looked.... perplexed. He opened his mouth a second, but stopped again, which caused Farrah's feet to pause after the next step. When he finally spat it out, she wished she'd kept moving. Because now he could see the grimace that came over her face, though even she couldn't discern if it was because she was pissed off at him for following, horrified he'd ask that question, or overall tired of him doing things that didn't fit the Logan she'd come to know. But just like the last time they were together, she steeled herself for the old Logan to return. He wasn't asking because he cared; he was asking because he wanted to get around her barriers so he could laugh about her showing weakness later. Such a fucking prick. A dripping wet, very shirtless prick. Who called her by name for the second time ever. She swallowed. And then she smirked. "I think the better question is: why do you care?" Her head tipped as if she pitied him. "You don't have a crush on little ol' me, do you?" she asked, reaching up to pat his cheek. She kept the question superficial, not allowing herself to become invested in the answer - because he was going to say no, and she certainly didn't want him to break down and say yes. | | ✉ | there we go, she's saving face |
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 25, 2017 18:37:02 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
Logan was trained to notice details. Trained to notice when someone’s hand was flicking towards a blade. Trained to know when a persons eyes flickered to the left as a sign of dishonesty or the way their feet would shuffle away to the direction they were about to flee. Little details. It was all he ever saw about a person.
It was why, when she had paused and turned towards him he noticed the little that little thing she did. This time he was not distracted by his second brain and he was a lot more focused. So when his piercing eyes stared down at her he noticed the movement in her throat, that little twitch to emphasize a swallow just before it vanished and that tremendously annoying smirk was back.
She always seemed to smirk right before a game. One thing he knew was Farrah liked to play games, and even more so she liked to win games. The one problem here was, Logan also really, really enjoyed the feeling of winning.
Perhaps that was why they were so perfectly horrible together.
So when she asked her question, and her hand reached up to pat his cheek as if he was some lost innocent boy, his hand reached out and moved to lock around her wrist quickly. The movement allowing them to be frozen with her hand near his face, just as he matched her smirk with his own tantalizingly arrogant grin of his. “A crush? I wouldn’t say that. But –“ He took the slightest of steps towards her, an action that meant more then simply closing space between them. There was a challenge in his eyes, behind all the amusement and new teasing tone to his voice.
“I definitely cannot deny that I want to taste absolutely every inch of you.” His smile seemed to fade a fraction, dropping off as his tongue ran over his lower lip in a quick fashion and dark eyes lowered to look at her own lips to punctuate his words. Then, just as quickly, he let go of her wrist, flashing that little smirk of his and then moved to step around her as she had done previously. “So where are we heading too anyways? Anywhere in particular you had in mind?”
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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 25, 2017 19:25:52 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed e caught her by the wrist, and finally he was doing something that didn't surprised her one bit. He wouldn't be able to see her eyes beyond the aviators, but she looked at him flatly anyway, as if just this little bit of contact didn't send a spark of awareness through her. It didn't surprise her, either, when he stepped forward and she stood her ground. Because, try as she might to deny it, she wanted him to touch her. And she hated herself for it. By some holy miracle, she managed to keep her cocky expression even when he smirked back at her, telling her that the Logan she knew how to deal with was about to make an appearance. Good. At his delicious words, her expression changed enough that he'd be able to see it despite the glasses. Her eyebrows rose, and her smirk inched upward in a look of 'oh, is that so?' She was so proud of herself for putting on the facade and so enraged that it wasn't actually fake. He let go, and she tried to chuckle... But she didn't feel it, so it came out as more of a snort than anything. She took up stride behind him, though, and managed only to get her shit back together because she once again refused to look at him or the dip down his spine that she wanted to lick. They'd been out in the wide open, but they were growing nearer to a copse of trees that were densely packed, but not apparently very deep. A few extra-long steps, and she was at his side (because ain't nobody gonna leave Farrah trailing behind). Just as they reached the edge of the trees, she managed a flippant shrug and gripped the nearest trunk to swing herself in an arch around it. "Probably somewhere you can taste every inch of me, if I had to guess," she taunted as the arch had her facing him. Then, when she was facing forward again, she looked over her shoulder at him and ducked around the next tree... and the next, and next, making sure not to make a decision until she reached the next opening so he wouldn't be able to guess where she was going. This had better work. She was quite literally flirting with danger, and she'd rather not be caught. The trunks were so damn close together she had to squeeze between a few of them, so hopefully Logan wouldn't be able to follow.. Except, after a little while, she somehow started to come up behind him again. Halting in her tracks, she stared for a second. How-.... Whatever; maybe she just got turned around and circled back. Shrugging, she turned around and went the other way. This would put him behind her, heading the other direction. Perfect. Checking over her shoulder to ensure he hadn't heard her and turned around, Farrah, for a split second, wasn't watching where she was going.. And ran smack into someone's damp chest. Knowing it was him without even looking up, she shoved off his wonderful musculature and stared up at him, bewildered. Her aviators were pushed to the top of her head so she could look at him more closely, as if trying to determine if he was really.... him. All teasing (mostly) forgotten, she looked around the forest for some sort of explanation for the time/space warp she just found herself in. "Alright, what the fuck." | | ✉ | we'll call this the neverending forest. and now they can have fun trying to find a way out. |
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 25, 2017 20:06:54 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
If it was anyone else, he would have been able to keep track of them easily, but Farrah was no fool. His eyes scanned through the tall slender trees as they seemed to get thicker and closer together. The whiteness of her shirt flashing in his vision before disappearing, in and out of the trees. She was spinning through them, and assumingly trying to get rid of him. At first he had a smirk on his lips as he followed behind her, a little amused at the entire thing.
It was like when children played in a forest, chasing after each other.
He kept waiting for the shirt to go into view, and each time it did so he could change his course until suddenly it stopped coming into view. He paused his footing, standing still and watching. Waiting. His eyes looking through the slits in the tree trunks. While at first it seemed the sun penetrated through the tree line easily, now it seemed a little bit darker. And it was silent. Too silent. There was no sound of footsteps in front of him.
Then suddenly he caught a glimpse of her again, but on the completely opposite side she had been on before. His head turned backwards to see where she went, but again he never caught sight of her through the tree lines. Eyes staring a little too intensely at where he had last seen her, and the smallest tiniest prickle of uneasiness settled into the pit of his stomach. It was not panic. Logan was not so silly as to panic over the mere fact that Farrah had managed to outwit him.
But still, the silence of everything was just…wrong. The tree line had seemed tiny, but now it seemed so much larger, and there…there was no chirping of birds. No flutter of nature.
Abruptly something smacked into his chest, and his head turned to note the woman had seemed to appear right out of no where. His brow arched, looking at her in puzzlement as bewilderment crossed on all her features. Of course, he had no idea what the hell was going on and if it wasn’t for the unease in the pit of his stomach, or the look on her face, he would have just thought she had ran around in a circle to annoy him. Because that was something Farrah would definitely do.
“I don't..? How’d you do that?” His head spun to look behind him, as if still trying to figure out how she could possibly have gone from behind him to suddenly against his front so quickly. Instantly the soldier was on high alert, concern warping across his stern face and all teasing was set aside for the time being. “What’s wrong?”
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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 25, 2017 21:00:28 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed row furrowed, Farrah stared at him for a split second, not a giant fan of the complete change in his demeanor. For once, she wanted to be made to feel like she was crazy; because that meant this forest wasn't just one giant loop, and she was being silly even thinking it. But all hint of joviality was gone, and had the tension lining every plane of him not been due to an alien scenario, she would've found it sexy. Okay she did anyway, shutup. Also, she wanted him to ask 'what's wrong' like that for the rest of their lives.A girl could enjoy a tough man even when the world around them was insane, right? Focus. "I-..." Lips pursed, she leaned to look around Logan. "Go that way," she instructed suddenly, pointing to her right. "I'll go this way," she pointed to her left, "and I don't think we're going to get all that far apart." Eyes skeptical, she started on her way, continually checking behind her to determine the exact moment she couldn't see him anymore. Because she was paying attention this time, she managed to stop short before ramming into him again. "Great" she sighed, frustrated but entirely business. She started to put her hair back up in a ponytail, because when shit got real, she needed to be able to look around quickly. "Maybe you're going to get that taste after all," she said dryly, hands on her hips as she looked around, like some great escape was going to reveal itself. Not really paying attention to what came out of her mouth seconds before, her gaze met Logan's again. "Any ideas?"[googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 25, 2017 21:15:05 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
Logan was more confused then ever when she suddenly told him to start walking the opposite direction of him. If it wasn’t for the fact she seemed so serious, he would think it was just another jest to get rid of him. Because, why else would she tell him to walk the opposite direction of him. She had been trying to get rid of him for the past thirty minutes after all. Her skepticism rubbed off on him, and without saying anything he began to walk forward, but was not really paying much attention to where he was going because, this was absolutely ridiculous. They wouldn’t get that far apart? Wasn’t it like, physics or complete common sense that they would, indeed get farther apart?
But then, there she was.
He began to glance around quickly, eyes scanning everything before her own words left his mouth ‘What the actual fuck?’. See, any idiot would take her off handed comment right then and spin it around on her, but Logan was still a soldier. And being trapped in some weird alien fucked up situation was not his ideal foreplay. Well, at least not at that exact moment in time. He was more just trying to wrap his head around everything.
He’d come back to that part of their conversation later, when they were out. Or he got bored.
Until then, when she said ‘any ideas’, he just reached around and grabbed his blade from it’s sheath. Then he chucked it as hard as he could into a tree next to her, not able to help the sly grin that crossed his lips. Okay maybe he had to bug her just a little bit, he was still Logan after all. Walking forwards, he leaned over her so he was overly close to her frame before retrieving the blade from the tree trunk and nodding to the very large gash it left.
Glancing down at her, pausing in his closeness for just a moment before he pushed away and turned to walk the opposite direction he had been. “Let’s go for a stroll together this time, Cassy.” Because then they would be able to tell if it was their separation just being re-emerged or they were actually being brought back to the exact same spot. It was the only thing he could think of, and honestly even that was a fucked up thing to think.
What had they gotten themselves into?
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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 25, 2017 21:39:53 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed e actually did as she said. She cataloged the tone she'd used.. for future use. When they came back together, her brain immediately started turning over what the hell they could do to make this situation not a piece of shit. Was this really one giant merry-go-round? Minus the merry, of course. Because she was lost in her head, the sudden movement and thunk not terribly far from her face had her eyes going wide a second. Realizing what it was, her brow creased and she grimaced. "What the fu-.."And then he was, like, right there, giving her a look like she should understand his barbaric javelin throw for the brilliant maneuver it really was. Since she didn't understand, she wasn't impressed. Looking up at him, eyebrows tented in the center in an expression that suggested she needed way more information than he was giving. She managed to only notice the heat he was emanating a little bit. ...Cassy. Why that name again? "Do I even want to know why you call me that?" she grumbled, trailing after him this time only because it was physically impossible to walk in tandem with how close the trees were together. Her rifle got stuck once, causing her to curse and duck/bob/weave to get it untangled. With these close of quarters, it probably didn't make a ton of sense for her to continually carry it around, but she didn't trust this funkdungeon not to swallow it whole if she set it down. On edge, she unsheathed her blade and started dragging it along the trunks as they passed them. It wasn't a tactic; it was boredom mixed with anxiety. But when she started to hit trees that already had a slash, she slowed.. And understood what Logan had been doing earlier. Stopping completely, she studied the bark she'd just flayed open... and the matching line a few millimeters beneath it. ...They'd already been here. "Fuck me," she cursed, jamming her knife into the tree. Apparently night was approaching, because she realized then that everything was slightly more indistinct than it had been.. what felt like only minutes before. "How sure are we that we didn't just do a giant circle?" she asked, hoping Logan held more doubt than she did. Pulling her aviators from her hair, she folded them and clipped them to the collar of her shirt to get them out of her way. Huffing, she leaned back against the nearest trunk and looked skyward. The trees were so damn tall, the canopy looked a thousand miles away. Was it bad that she already wanted to call it quits for the night? Her brain had been overloaded enough today.. What with Logan plaguing her thoughts, and then her actual personal space... And now this fucking forest from Hell. Realizing the irony - having thought earlier that the farther south you went, the closer to Hades you got - Farrah smirked, but it was devoid of any real humor. [googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 25, 2017 21:57:07 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
“Not a circle.”
A flat palm touched over the tree, running up the length of it as if touching it would make him realize how true and real their situation was in. This fucking planet. This goddamn planet. Logan was starting to feel anxious, and he never got anxious. One moment he had the entire world to walk in, the next he was literally in a cage. Now, if it was probably just himself he wouldn’t feel like this. Or if it was an actual cage then he wouldn’t care. But this? No amount of training would help him with this fucked up supernatural shit.
He growled before his hand turned into a fist, moving so his forearm rested against the tree and his forehead fell forward to rest against his arm. The movement stretched at his stitches but he just didn’t care. Pain would clear his thoughts, or at the very least somewhat distract him from the maze they were in. Part of him almost wanted to start hitting his head against the tree as if that would clear his thought process, which was ridiculous.
They walk straight, they end up backwards. They go together, same thing. The marks remain, so if they left something here would it remain also? Probably so, as the person remains also.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled his bag off his shoulder and grabbed a dry shirt he had. It had a huge tear in it from the tree from <i>before</i> but at least it was dry. His pants, well he only had one pair so he was sort of screwed there. Pulling the shirt over his head he leaned down and sat on the ground, using the tree as support.
“I call you Cassy, because you would not tell me your name. So it stuck. Also, I know it annoys the fuck out of you.” Then he tossed her a hunk of smoked jerky, the big grin returning despite his frustrations. “Eat. Might as well, not like we can apparently go anywhere anyways.”:
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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 26, 2017 14:20:53 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed he'd seen him angry (she thought). She'd seen him irritated. But she hadn't seen him like this - all masculine frustration, stuck between a rock and a hard place. Well.. except that one time. She almost - almost - took a step forward. To what end, she didn't know. But she didn't trust him as far as she could throw him, let alone his reactions when he was upset, so she stayed where she was. Thankfully, he seemed to snap out of it pretty quickly and busied himself re-dressing. It wasn't until he was pulling the shirt over his head that she actually allowed herself to study him for more than a glance, and it was then she noticed how banged up he was. Seriously, could the man not go more than a few days without involving himself in some sort of altercation? Just one of the many reasons to stay far, far away from him. Her eyes followed him as he sank to the ground, apparently throwing in the towel. That was fast, she thought, although she was about to the same point. She was tired, and, okay, admittedly hungry. Her plan had been to hunt dinner, but with how quiet everything had become once they got in here, she had the eerie feeling they were very, very alone. With a sigh, she leaned back against the nearest tree, remaining there for a couple of minutes before she decided to join Logan on the ground. They were 90 degrees to one another, so if she stretched out her legs she'd have to rest them over his knees… so she kept them bent a foot or so from her chest. Reaching up swiftly, she caught the proffered jerky (only an idiot turned down free food). ”Yeah but why Cassy?” she asked, tone tired and not very committed to getting the answer. Taking a bite of the jerky, she rested her head back against the trunk, mind going a mile a minute. How did this even happen? There was an end to this good forsaken forest - they'd come in that way, hadn't they? So why couldn't they find it again? Was it just some cosmic joke that planted her here with the one person she never wanted to see again? … She never wanted to see him again, right? Rather than groaning, she swallowed the sound and masked it by taking another bite of jerky. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back against the trunk. She should probably say thank you… ”Is this the part where we talk about ourselves n' shit?” she asked instead. | | ✉ | low-key posting from work |
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