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Post by SarahSyna on Aug 22, 2012 13:20:59 GMT -8
(Takes place just after Party Hardy)
It was after the tenth attempt at of getting her key into the hole that Gabrielle began to genuinely wonder; could doors conspire against people? Given that she was on her way to proper piss drunk, a little bit dazed from socialisation and just plain annoyed, she was inclined to say yes. Yes, they fucking well could. Those pricks.
“It’ll, uh... J-just a minute,” she said over her shoulder to Rust. “I just have-ah ha!” she grinned in triumph as the key slid in and she turned it, sighing with relief at the smooth click. “Got it! I am amazing!”
She opened the door inwards and stepped inside then bowed in an over the top fashion.
“My humble abode, good sir.” she said then started to laugh to herself. She waved at the couch. “Come on in, s-sit down.
The dorm was fairly standard, the usual kitchenette/dining room/living room. The door itself was to the far left of the rather spacious room, perpendicular to the rather comfy looking couch and the television. There was a battered looking Xbox 360 by the television, a few games cluttered around in. Opposite the front door there was another door with a brightly coloured sticker on it saying ‘BATHROOM! =D’. To the far right was the kitchenette side, on a slightly raised platform, and two doors adjacent to each other in the farthest corner.
The room had very few personal touches apart from the xbox, a few fridge magnets, a spice rack and a pile of cushions that had slid off the cushion and onto the floor.
“It’s a shithole, but it’s mine. Well, it is now. I got kind of shoved out of where I was before, some kind of leakage or some shit. And then I was just settled in here, so yeah. So... Yeah.” She shrugged. “It’s mine, so don’t mock it.”
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Post by JDGreat on Aug 22, 2012 13:49:29 GMT -8
Swaying slightly, bandanna slipping over one eye slightly and still with a can of beer in one hand, Rust damn near staggered into the room, whistling a very bad rendition of the Super Smash Bros Brawl main theme. Interrupting himself to take another swig, the Brit then headbutted the can, flattening it.
"That...party...was...AWESOME!" he slurred, punching the air and swaying a bit more violently. "My title was secured, my belly was filled and my blood alcohol level is way too damn high! Have NOT gotten smashed like that since before I got kicked out of school!"
Looking around with unfocused eyes, Rust faced Gabrielle rather seriously...then gave a dramatic thumbs up.
"Sh'cool Gabrielle." he muttered, speech getting affected now. "I...I can kip on ze couch. No need to wake yer roommate up, eh?"
That had been the plan. Since Rust had dreaded waking up the the sound of WUBWUBWUB, Gabrielle had basically offered him a night at her place in order to not have a bassline induced awakening the next morning. Combined with the certain to be nasty hangover and that would equal a not too pleasant morning indeed.
Luckily, he'd managed to tell her about Secernia's problem AND send the redhead a text to confirm it before he got, as the technical term is known, Piss Drunk.
"...I need something that'll make my liver hate me...s'only ten to three am..."
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Post by SarahSyna on Aug 22, 2012 14:15:32 GMT -8
Gabrielle laughed as she stumbled in after him, just remembering to pull out the keys and shut the door behind her. Rust’s particular type of friendly drunkenness was infectious. Or maybe she was just lousy at holding her alcohol too.
She pulled off her jacket, for the first damn time that night, and dumped it on the floor, kicking it into a corner then stretched. Without the jacket it was now possible to properly see that her dress was a halter style one that showed the tattoos on her shoulders, the one creeping along her collarbone from her chest and the ones on her back, though they were partially obscured by her hair.
She walked over to Rust steadied Rust as best she could then clapped him on the back, probably almost knocking the poor guy off balance again.
“Don’t w-worry about it, Rustbucket.” She said cheerily, then tossed her head back and roared as loudly as she could, “THERE’S! NO ONE ELSE! HEEERE!”
She cheered at this and then started going looking for more booze, hopefully of the gutrot variety as he apparently wanted.
“You really need more? I think even my liver hates you,” she said as she looked through her presses. She pulled out a bottle of some kind of bright green, unlabelled liquid, opened it and took a sniff.
“This’ll do,” she gasped, putting the bottle on the counter and wiping away the streams of tears. “If this doesn’t work, you’re a f-fucking golem.”
She pulled out two glasses from a high up cupboard and filled them up. She slid one over to Rust and picked up her own.
“Let’s... Let’s toast to....” she thought for a moment and then beamed. “To getting kicked out of school! Because fuck those guys, ‘cause I never liked them anyway!”
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Post by JDGreat on Aug 22, 2012 15:12:06 GMT -8
Rust had his head sideways, trying to look at the tattoos on Gabrielle's back as she shucked the jacket off. It wasn't long after she managed to set him off swaying again though after clapping him on the back. The bandanna nearly fell off but seemed to hold on with grim determination.
"Woah, Gabby! No pushy push...might hurl if you make the room spin that muches..." the Brit muttered, trying to steady himself again. "And RUSTBUCKET? How dare ye?! I've half a mind to take you over my...knee..thingy...whajamacalit..."
He did laugh at Gabrielle's loud exclamation though.
"Nonono, shh..." he giggled drunkenly. "You know how these movies go! You say that, then the murderer comes out the closet with a chainsaw that we mysteriou-mysta-myzerrio-...strangely couldn't hear before!" he cried out. "S'a good thing I'm a vir-"
Clapping his hand over his mouth, he swayed again slightly before Gabrielle showed up with the next drink.
"THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!" he yelled, bounding over and slapping their glasses together, spilling a little of the liquid.
"To getting kicked out!"
Then he downed the shot.
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Post by SarahSyna on Aug 22, 2012 15:41:46 GMT -8
Gabrielle laughed at his imbalance.
“Well, that’s what you get for trying to peek at my tattoos.” She said, raising her fist in triumph. “Like some kind of tattoo peeker... person.” She trailed off into thought, then shrugged. “Actually, you can look if you want. They’re n-nothing special.”
She gave him a light punch on the shoulder. “You couldn’t fit me over your knee if you were TWICE, no no no no, THREE times the size you are now. ‘cause you’re scrawny. No, that makes no sense. I left my point under the couch. And I’m not a Gabby. I’m a Gabrielle. S’elegant and shit.”
Once she finished her part of the toast, she practically skipped out of the kitchen and flopped onto the couch, spilling some of her drink (which was in a regular sized glass) on the wooden floor. She started pawing at her games, the cases clattering off one another.
“Hurray for being a vir, whatever a vir is.”she said happily and apparently also completely serious about not picking up on what he had almost said. “It’s untouchable by murderers! I think. Aha!”
She held up three games to him, “Choose quickly, or you’ll.... Be eaten. By a grue.”
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Post by JDGreat on Aug 22, 2012 15:54:42 GMT -8
"They're so COOL though!" Rust defended himself. "I was tempted to go fer a tattoo once! Decided not to, cause...well...cause...couldn't decided between a fist or a wrench...then I blacked out. Woke up in my room with a traffic cone and a pissed off whore of a mother asking where I'd been all night."
Chuckling, despite the massive insult towards his mother, Rust just lowered the glass from his lips. "Shaddap about the height! S'not my fault! S'genetic, honest! And sowwy Gabrielle...Guess I don't got the Gift Of The Gab!"
Laughing at his horrendously bad joke, the Brit finished off the glass in his hand and in 3, 2, 1...
"OH GOD MY INSIDES!!!!"
He fell to his knees, clutching his gut.
"ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT ON THE KING OF SMASH! HOW DARE THEE, PEASANT?!" he bellowed, eyes even more unfocused. "POISON! TREASON! DECEIT! VILE WOMAN, STATE YOUR CHALLENGE FOR THE KING OF SMASH!"
The three games were held up.
"...ohgodmiddleoneineedthebathroom"
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Post by SarahSyna on Aug 22, 2012 16:10:44 GMT -8
Gabrielle snickered.
“Damn fucking straight they’re cool, they’re mine. Arty did them for me, even the one that’s right near my-my-my favourite is on my back, want to see!” she said, the whiplash between sentences almost physical.
She wagged her finger at him. “You’re a pansy, my friend. A pansy. And don’t start hating on your mother just because you’re pissed, or I’ll withhold alcohol. And it will be terrible. Though I’d be pretty pissed too if my mother made me so short. Do you have trouble with the high up shelves?” she inquired, mock polite, then laughed at her own terrible joke and even at Rust’s terrible Gift of The Gab joke (if she’d been sober, it would have been a different story)
She was still laughing when she doubled over until she realised he was actual in some form of pain, whether it was imaginary or just completely overblown. She tossed the two games he hadn’t picked onto the floor, the chosen on the couch and hopped over the couch. She caught him by the back of his shirt and pulled him into the bathroom.
“This way, this way, please don’t puke on me.”
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Post by JDGreat on Aug 23, 2012 0:07:13 GMT -8
"ohgodwhymystomachfeelsliketheinsideofablender..."
Getting dragged by Gabrielle and trying his best to help out with pathetic steps, he managed to pull himself up to the sink in her bathroom, resting his head against the cool mirror. His vision swam slightly as he turned to the cold tap on and wet his face, then took a cool drink. Eventually, his gut began to settle, but when he rose up, he was even more Piss Drunk than before.
Eventually, he staggered out and collapsed on the couch, picking up the controller out of pure instinct.
"C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon! The King Of Smash needs revenge, peasant!" he cried bombastically. He seemingly ignored Gabrielle's warning tone about his mother, but he was too sloshed to care. He wanted to game, damn it!
"...IDEA!" he cried, pointing a finger to the air,Astral arm appearing and copying it exactly, nearly putting a hole in the ceiling! "WHOEVER LOSES GETS THE COUCH!!!!!"
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Post by SarahSyna on Aug 23, 2012 12:31:29 GMT -8
“Because you just chugged down what I’m pretty sure is absinthe or, like, cannabis vodka or something in one go.” Gabrielle answered his rhetorical question with a chuckle as she leant against the doorframe and watched him, sipping her drink like a fucking lady.
She moved out of the way as he shambled through the door and
It was kind of adorable just how very shambly he was. She was tempted to get him a blanket and some chicken soup at this point. Before she could give into this urge however, he seemed to perk up, nearly taking down her wall in the process.
“Calm down, Rustbucket,” she laughed, “You’ll break my dorm.”
She sat down next to him, picking up the game before she sat down.
“Alright, uh... Soul Calibur it is.” she said, popping the disc in and turning on the television. She grabbed her own controller and settled in next to him, a little bit closely.
“I hope you can handle being the Prince of Calibur.”
There was no way she was taking the couch, it was her damn dorm. But there was no need to tell him that just yet.
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Post by JDGreat on Aug 24, 2012 7:18:57 GMT -8
"Don't call me Rustbucket or I'll call you Gabby!" he instantly retorted, a bit of colour returning to his face now that the game was loading up. Rust moved the bandanna so that it'd be out of his eyes, the strong smell of beer radiating from it showing it had gotten soaked sometime during the party.
"And is that a challenge, Miss Viaris?" he grinned sloppily at her, head tilted slightly. "I'll have you know that the King Of Smash has NO EQUALS IN THE ART OF DIGITAL COMBAT! It's not arrogance you face! It's DESTINY!"
He pressed Start and quickly chose Player vs Player after accidentally entering the Options menu. Six Times.
"Serioushly though,thanksh for letting me bunk." the mechanic told her, slipping out of K.O.S mode for a moment. "Really means a lot, spechially after what happened at za party... Didn't mean to embarassh you at Never Have I Ever..."
He gave a cough, then turned back to the game.
"WELCOME BACK TO THE STAGE OF HISTORY!" he cried alongside the announcer, before instantly highlighting Hilde and selecting her.
"LET'S DO THIS!"
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Post by SarahSyna on Aug 24, 2012 8:01:45 GMT -8
“Yeah well, call me Gabby and... and I’ll care when I’m sober.” Gabrielle said. She stuck out her tongue at him. “It’s not a challenge, it’s a statement. So I hope you like couch lint because I’ll make you eat it. So ha! And if I find Destiny, I’ll make her eat the couch.”
She waited for him to set up the game, laughing louder every time he selected the wrong thing, and then even just when he selected anything at all. By the time they got to the character screen, she was almost paralysed with laughter and it took her a while to recover from it when he went all serious. She shoved him lightly with her elbow, still grinning.
“I-it’s fine. If you hadn’t, I would have done it myself anyway. Granted, I’d have done a w-worse job of it, but still. So shut up and fight me.”
Her next little laughfit was interrupted by him yelling straight in her ear. She gave him another playful shove.
“Damn, you nearly broke my ear! You’re going to pay for that one!”
She flicked through the list until she found one of her custom characters, one with Raphael’s fighting style.
"You know, I wish Soul Calibur had Mortal Kombat fatalities. Proper your head on a spike made out of demons fatalities." she remarked as the match intro started.
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Post by JDGreat on Aug 24, 2012 8:08:03 GMT -8
"Yeah, but they kinda do, what with the Critical Finishes and everything. They blew Nightmare's big time. So underwhelming. The best one was easily Taki's, Ivy's or Zasalalalalalalamander's." Rust nodded as the match intros began, Gabrielle's character giving a generic one liner as Hilde spouted her heroic prose. "Though Raph's was pretty good too."
BATTLE 1!
FIGHT!
Rust's face went blank, despite the drunkeness. Inside his mind, buttons and directions flashed with the utmost speed.
Level 3 charge B, 44K, Level 2 charge BB, level 3 charge A , level 2 charge BB, level 2 charge AA...
Clearly , he played video games too much. The characters began to clash on screen, rust's fingers blurring almost at the controller. Tilting his head back, eyes still glued to the screen, the AA tipped another beer down his throat, the teen managing to drink deep, despite playing.
Despite his skill, it was looking damn close.
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Post by SarahSyna on Aug 24, 2012 8:42:46 GMT -8
“Zasalamel, you derpbucket.” Gabrielle said affectionately and shook her head. “No no no, not just launching someone into a black hole and shit. Like fucking splitting a guy in half and viscera raining down from the heavens while you, I don’t know, arm juggle or something. Over the top what the fuckery gore.”
Gabrielle didn’t seem to be approaching the fight with the same intensity as Rust, given how she was just chatting casually.
That wasn’t to say she was slouching off as if she was some pro dealing with an amateur and so didn’t even need to look at the screen to kick his ass, she just wasn’t treating it like a life or death situation.
It also probably helped that she wasn’t as brain breakingly, head meltingly drunk as Rust.
“So, is the couch comfy enough for you?” she asked cheerily. “I’d hate for you to get a bad night’s sleep. Oh shit, your health bar’s looking a bit low, isn’t it?”
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Post by JDGreat on Aug 24, 2012 8:48:18 GMT -8
Rust tried not to let the taunts get to him. The AA slapped him so that he'd keep his mind on the game. Hilde's health was flashing yellow and Gabrielle's HP Bar was still a healthy green. However, the Soul Gauge was looking a little low...
And like a coiled viper, The King Of Smash struck
Looking over, Rust just grinned at Gabrielle toothily.
"You were saying, so called Queen of Calibur? YOUR TERRITORY IS MINE!"
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Post by SarahSyna on Aug 24, 2012 9:11:08 GMT -8
Gabrielle dropped her controller, a little grumpily. She looked over to him, then gave him a completely unbothered smile and patted him on the back. There was nothing that annoyed a winner more than not giving two shits about their victory.
“Didn’t call myself the Queen, did I?” she said lightly. “Just called you Prince. And you’re still not getting the bed.”
She gave him another smile, then readied herself. As soon as Rust put his drink down, she pounced on the helpless mechanic and started to tickle him mercilessly.
“My. Bed. Is. Mine.” she said, between laughs, then added, “And there’s a spare room anyways.”
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Post by JDGreat on Aug 24, 2012 9:32:32 GMT -8
Rust about to counter verbally when Gabrielle literally glomped him to the sofa.
"OHGODWHY!?"
and then came the tickle onslaught and the mechanic writhed, screeching slightly.
"GET OFF! VILE WOMAN! ASSAULT! HELP! ASSISTANCE!" he laughed his head off, trying to get the girl to stop tickling him, AA spazzing out behind his shoulder before ultimately fizzling out. "ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I GIVE! THE BED'S YOURS!"
Flailing a bit more, he pushed her up by her stomach, trying to scoot out from underneath her. The AA re-materialised and gently lifted her up by her shoulder as well, helping the mechanic wiggle out of the predicament. Eventually sitting up again, he desummoned the AA, causing Gabrielle to practically faceplant in his lap.
Rust just laughed his head off and helped the girl up again.
"YOU have had too much, methinks, Gabrielle." he slurred, eyes unfocused and slightly wild. "I vote bed...cause otherwise the room'll start spinning again."
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Post by SarahSyna on Aug 24, 2012 11:28:59 GMT -8
Gabrielle’s response to Rust’s attempts to escape was to intensify the tickle attack for once not to freak out, even with the AA. Landing face first near his crotch was kind of different, and thank the Lord that she was drunk or Rust could have been a eunuch.
She squealed and rolled off, landing on the floor in a blushing heap of embarrassment. She allowed herself to be picked up because, quite frankly, she may have been too embarrassed to move otherwise, and she barely noticed it through sheer fucking awkward anyway.
”Uh... Uh... thanks.” She mumbled, sitting on the edge of the couch. She turned her head a little, so he couldn’t see the blush, and wondered just how she could get out of what had just become an uncomfortable situation for her.
What if he guessed from the blush that she...?
“No, YOU’RE too...” she said automatically, then stopped. “Actually, point. Yes. I should sleep. Right now in fact.”
Well, that was easy.
“Good night!”
She practically jumped off the couch and ran to her room. She shut the door behind her, though forgot to lock it. She sighed. Well, that hadn’t been awkward at all.
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Post by JDGreat on Aug 24, 2012 11:51:41 GMT -8
Rust just blinked as Gabrielle literally disappeared in about ten seconds.
Huh...that was...freaking weird. Girls. Change their minds every fifteen fucking seconds. S'to be expected right? Right?
Yeah, I'm right. I know my shit....
Muttering to himself, Rust slung his shirt off as he wandered into the spare room, shucked off his shoes and turned off the light before collapsing on the bed, bandanna still wrapped around his head.
-TWO HOURS LATER-
Ow my frikking head!
What the hell happened last night?
Oh...yeah...party...
Was fun...I think...my head hurts...my mouth is a desert...
Okay...out of the room...in the bathroom...swilling mouth out...bit better...
Gah...my head's pounding...how much did I drink?
Gotta head back...wait...this is Cal's room...she'll kill me if I slept in there...
...back to mine...
...huh, didn't trip over my game controllers this time...
...back into bed...hey, it kept my body heat...so did the pillow!
...sleepy time now...
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Post by SarahSyna on Aug 24, 2012 12:20:54 GMT -8
It was roughly late afternoon when Gabrielle woke up the next day, and that was only because a bit of sun had managed to make it through her half open blinds. Not that it made her open her eyes. Far as she was concerned, the sun could go screw itself right now.
Fuck, she was hot. She wasn't even wearing trousers, just that damn red dress and she was still roasting, and the blanket was so godamned heavy, especially around her waist.
Gabrielle opened her eyes. She looked over her shoulder to see Rust curled up right behind her, his front pressed against her back, his legs half tangled with hers and his arms around her waist. Close enough that she could feel the warmth of his skin, probably see the colour of his eyes if he had them open.
Oh sweet Jesus.
Gabrielle screamed, grabbed him by the arm with both hands, flung him over her fast as you fucking please and sent him (and the blanket) crashing to the floor in a messy, sleepy heap, leaving her on the bed without any covering.
“What the fuck?!”
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Post by JDGreat on Aug 24, 2012 13:23:17 GMT -8
Rust had been having a very nice dream, actually. One involving a character similar to himself and having a major action movie styled story, where his dream self smashed a car into an evil HQ and with the help of some big scarred dude and his mini army, managed to blow through tons of security, a lion demon and some guy in all white armour on water before finally rescuing his imaginary sister. It was freaking epic.
Until Gabrielle flipped him out of bed and slammed him into the floor, reigniting his hangover headache.
"OW! WHAT THE FU-?!"
He shook his head, cranium pounding and looked up.
"GABRIELLE?! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! THIS IS MY ROOM!"
He looked around
...oh shit...
"WHAT AM I DOING IN YOUR ROOM?!?!"
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Post by SarahSyna on Aug 24, 2012 13:42:15 GMT -8
“Your room?! Does this look like your room?!” Gabrielle demanded, sitting up, one tanned leg slipping off the bed. The ties of her dress and come undone during the night and the dress had slipped down to reveal an ample amount of cleavage, possibly even the edge of a dark coloured brassiere. It was now possible to see that the tattoo that went across her collarbone, a sort of Japanese-inspired plume of smoke, originated from her chest.
Gabrielle stared at Rust and gestured to the walls emphatically since, well, she wanted to emphasise her point.
She hadn’t known if she was allowed to paint the walls or not, so had just covered up the stark white walls with posters for old, forgotten fantasy films and faded print outs of various things such as Space Marines from Warhammer 40K, ladies riding polar bears and Tarentino films.
Here and there were post it notes with random quotes scribbled on them, some motivational, some just depressing, and photos of what was most likely her family. There were small figurines of twisted abominations crowded on her dresser, surrounding Serial Killers: An Insight and a slightly tattered, but obviously well loved copy of the Bible.
“I repeat, does this look like your room?!”
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Post by JDGreat on Aug 24, 2012 14:00:25 GMT -8
The room was freaking awesome. Too bad Rust really wasn't in a position to admire it. He was too pre-occupied with the fiery Italian girl who he HAD BEEN SLEEPING IN THE SAME BED WITH! AND BOTH WERE HALF NAKED!
Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God...
"It was dark! I was drunk! My room is on this side back in my apartment!" he tried to defend himself, realising he was up a certain creek without a paddle. His head throbbed and his mouth felt like sandpaper again. Scrambling to his feet, he tried to untangle himself from the bed covers, looking over at Gabrielle. Then he abruptly smacked a hand over his eyes.
"I'm sorry! I honestly didn't mean a thing! Oh God...NOTHING HAPPENED! I SWEAR, I CAN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING HAPPENING! NOTHING DID HAPPEN, DID IT?!"
This was going spectacular.
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Post by SarahSyna on Aug 24, 2012 14:34:30 GMT -8
Gabrielle rubbed her neck, then stopped, her expression growing more horrified by the second. She looked around her, lifted up the pillows, reached out looked under the corner of the blanket.
“My necklace. Can you see it anywhere? Oh fuck no, don’t tell me I lost it!”
She hopped off the bed, adjusted the hem of the dress to a slightly more decent length, though she didn’t really have much to work with in that regard, and started searching the room, pushing aside her 40k armies to.
She pressed her face to the wall to see down behind the dresser while balanced on her right leg and sticking out her left for balance, showing a tattoo of a swarm of musical notes and treble clefs on the inner thigh of her right leg, starting around the knee.
“I think it’s here, but I can’t see. Do you have a flashli-“
She facepalmed and looked back to Rust. “Give me your arm. The glowy one.”
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Post by JDGreat on Aug 24, 2012 14:41:23 GMT -8
Rust, bless him, suddenly found the view outside EXTREMELY interesting. When an Italian girl who's over six foot starts sticking her leg out for balance in a dress that didn't exactly do much for modesty? It's hard to ignore.
Interesting place for tattoos though.
Secernia. You're going on dates with Secernia. Christ, look at you, you sick son of a bitch. Gabrielle's just a friend. Nothing happened, you still have your jeans on. And she still has her underwea- NO LOOKING, GOD DAMN IT! Oh CHRIST! This situation's the WORST! What am I going to tell Cerny?
...answer: You're not.
Wordlessly, the AA found itself stretched out, lighting up the crack behind the dresser with an ethereal blue light.
Considering his control recently, Rust was thanking the Gods that it didn't grope her or something.
"You sure you want me in here? Considering..."
He began to feel ill. Not the Hangover Ill. Or the Sickness Ill. The You Fucked Up ROYAL Ill.
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Post by SarahSyna on Aug 24, 2012 14:54:48 GMT -8
“There it is! Thank you!” Gabrielle dropped to her knees and pulled out the crucifix from under the dresser. She held it up to the light with a smile, then slipped it around her neck and secured the clasp. The crucifix settled in, nice and heavy on her chest. Okay. Things were under control. She could handle this.
She looked over to Rust who was still completely shirtless, his hair just that right kind of dishevelled, his eyes wide, showing off their unique shade of blueish-green really rather well.
“I’m going to go make breakfast.” Gabrielle said abruptly. She pulled out the top drawer of dresser and pulled out a pair of trousers from it then headed for the door. She paused just before exiting then grabbed her laptop and took it with her.
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