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Post by Bear Keeni on Apr 23, 2011 15:58:46 GMT -5
Meh, I hate spring. But at least it isn't winter. I could hardly deal with all the snow and sleet and cold and shit like that. It was nice to be able to go outside and not worry about getting hypothermia or anything like that.
But spring has sprung! And of course I had my trusty-dusty knife with me that no one still has seemed to have caught. It needed sharpening, though, so what better place to do that than the abandoned building? Disguising my sharpening kit, I headed across the quad and over into the abandoned building, going up to the second floor and sitting on the top of the staircase, opening the kit and taking out my saw-toothed knife, starting to sharpen it.
((Phail post D: ))
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Post by Tamara George on Apr 23, 2011 16:09:38 GMT -5
Tam wandered aimlessly through Richmond, somehow ending up outside the abandoned building...funnily enough the same place she'd first met Kaleb...
It didn't seem so creepy with the sunlight pouring in through the smashed in windows, the dust rising and swirling before the light as she slipped from the shadows into the light before continuing round. She hadn't ever really had a proper look round the place, it wasn't exactly her type of scene but at that moment she quite liked it.
It was only as she came to the staircase leading to the 2nd floor that she saw someone else there...a very familiar person.
"Bear! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Tam demanded, moving further up as she saw the gleaming light, a hand moving onto her hip.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Apr 23, 2011 16:20:58 GMT -5
When you attack someone, unless you really don't like them, clean cuts are always the best. Especially if you want to strip the flesh out from underneath their skin. Jagged knives are only for when you want complete destruction with nothing left over and dull knives are if you just want to torture someone. I preferred sharp knives, of course, with one saw-like side and a small part of the other side serrated. Ah, this was my favorite knife. It could do so much damage and at the same time give a nice clean c--
There was a voice. A loud, angry-sounding voice that seemed right next to me. I dropped the sharpening stick from being startled but I kept the knife in my hand, my eyes shooting up to see Tam standing nearby. I exhaled sharply. "Fucking hell, Brit, do you always scare people like that?" My tone was dark and gravely, but I didn't care. She deserved it after the way she scared the hell out of me. "And why else would you come here other than to not get caught doing things? Dumb ass." I snorted, picking up the sharpening tool and continuing to sharpen my knife.
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Post by Tamara George on Apr 23, 2011 22:23:37 GMT -5
"I'm not known for it but still," She shrugged as she sat herself down, not particularly bothered about the lack of invitation. .
"I don't know about you but I don't come here to be caught, I come here not to be caught, it's a great place for a shag...you shouldn't be playing with knives you know," She said eyeing it distastefully.
"Some people aren't as unimpressipnal as I am," She continued matter of factly. "Plus how do you think Becca would feel if you were done for murder because you know if I were her, I'd bloody kill you, heck no, I'd castrate you first...then let you live with it for a while, then kill you," She mused.
She didn't mind Bear all that much, in fact she found him rather funny.
"So how have you been lately. If you want to know, in the last week or so I broke off my engagement, you know to Kaleb...my finger feels kind of weird now but he accused me of cheating and I mean we both already knew I was anyway, so I don't get what the big deal was anyway. Then some bitch in Starbucks poured coffee on my fucking hand...or was that before...that was before...well anyway she's totally screwed...wait no, that was before because I still had my ring, well either way, it's not good," She babbled holding up her bandaged hand.
"I hate being single though, I haven't shagged anything in ages...Ooo and then some bitch called me shallow! Shallow! How could anyone say that?! They were $400 shoes, I'm sure you'd be attached them too!" She cried.
OOC: Haha poor Bear xD
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Post by Bear Keeni on Apr 25, 2011 21:32:53 GMT -5
"Just make yourself comfortable, why don't you." I growled in a dark tone, snorting and muttering to myself about how stupid she was to think she could just waltz right in and make herself at home here while I was sharpening my knife. This was the abandoned building for a reason, you know. I came here to be alone. "And that's what I said, dumb ass. I come here not to be caught. Fucking hell, Brit." Ripred, how stupid was she? I harshly began sharpening the knife, sending a few faint sparks flying at the hard contact of metal on metal. "And I don't fucking care what you think about knives. This is my knife and I'm not giving it up anytime soon. And you're not Becca, so you don't know for sure what she'd do." I glared at her. How dare she fucking use Becca against me?! Becca, the girl of my dreams; Becca, my saving grace; Becca, the only person in the whole world I felt I could actually trust. And besides, I never said that I was going to actually kill anyone; all I was doing was just sharpening the blade.
I snorted at her. "Castrate me and I'll chop off your breasts and put them on your head like a fucking helmet." A morbid thought, but if it'd get her to shut up, I'd say it over and over again. But then she catapults into a long story about what's happened to her since I last saw her, and to be honest, I couldn't care less. Did she really think that I, Bear Keeni, cared much for what's happened to her? No, I don't. "Oh, my engagement! Oh, my stupidly expensive shoes!" Stupid Tam.
"Shut the fuck up, Brit. Do you honestly think that I care what's happened to you lately? Ripred damn." I muttered under my breath and shook my head, glaring at her icily. "And why are you telling me all this? I don't care who you've 'shagged' or whatever the hell that is. And no, the only thing I'm attached to is my knife and Becca. And the damn kid was right to call you shallow."
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Post by Tamara George on Apr 28, 2011 4:59:00 GMT -5
Tam rolled her eyes.
"Well I'm sorry, your Highness," She said sarcastically although took little notice of what it was he was actually saying.
"You know, you should really stop muttering...and growling...people might think you have rabies or something," She informed him matter of factly as she leant back against her hands, tilting her head to the side with a pleasant expression, listening to him speak somewhat absently, continuing to look down into the cavernous hall below until something he said actually caught her attention.
"I assure you, my tits are perfectly happy where they're currently situated, I wouldn't mess with them, they have a life of their own," She grinned before looking down at them.
"...even if one is slightly bigger than the other...I don't think I ever actually noticed that before the other day, got out the shower and BAM! It just hit me," She said matter of factly before looking up.
"I'm rather glad I'm not Becca actually, I mean seriously, you're a psycho, not exactly the type who you happily trot up to your friends and go 'hey, meet my new boyfriend, he specializes in sharpening knives, muttering to himself and even, if your lucky, letting out the occasional growl. He's a real sex kitten', I don't think so darling but hey, if she likes that kind of thing, good luck to her," Tam said with a shrug before letting out a laugh, sitting up slightly.
"You adore me really, I bet you spend your evenings thinking about how much you value my friendship and writing in your diary with dear little Mittens," She grinned...ah, she did love winding him up.
"Shagging is sex and your obviously not getting enough of it because otherwise I'm sure you'd be a little more sociable, plus, if you don't like it, you shouldn't have been sitting so conveniently, waiting for me to come and off load...and then if it's REALLY bothering you, you could always move...although that could lead to potential ridicule considering the fact that it would have been little old me who'd scared you off," She said sweetly, flashing a wide innocent smile at the end. |
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Post by Bear Keeni on May 12, 2011 18:38:02 GMT -5
I snorted at her sarcasm. Pfft. Such an awful attempt at whipping out a snarky remark. And just for the hell of it, I growled at her, muttering under my breath about how stupid the Brit was. "The more people that stay away from me, the better." I added in a sour tone.
Apparently her lovely lady lumps were "perfectly happy where they were located," so of course, being male, I had to look at them. I raised an eyebrow. And how the hell could she figure out if one was bigger than the other? They looked the same to me. But I bet if I were to hold them....
Looking back up at her face, I scowled. "And I'd prefer Becca over you anyday, Brit." And of course it was true. I loved Becca. She saw the best in me and was willing to put up with my..... differences. "I'm not a pussy that writes their feelings down. I do something about it." My tone was full of mocking sarcasm as I thought of all the other bitches out in the world that wrote all day long about anything and everything. "Oh, so-and-so loves me!" "Oh, I love so-and-so!" "Woe is me! My life is just a shit hole!" Pftt. Spineless bastards.
"Whoever the hell said that sex made you sociable?" Really, the things idiots say. "It doesn't make you sociable." It did, however, zone in on your horny-ness, and so without really thinking, I reached out to grab one of her lovely lady lumps, smirking and watching to see if she'd stop me before I got one.
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Post by Tamara George on May 13, 2011 11:43:18 GMT -5
Tam couldn't help but grin slightly as he gave a growl...just as she knew he probably would...he was just so predictable...oh! And there goes the muttering.
"Oh come on Bear, you can't make everyone hide away from you...I'm sure if you go to the vet he can get you a nice rabies shot and it can all be fine again," She pleasantly, her lips pulling up into a large smile although she did notice moments later how his eyes dropped momentarily to her chest...not that it hadn't happened before, it was like vocal point...
"I'm glad you prefer Becca and I'm sure she is too," She replied pleasantly, not particularly phased before she stretched slightly before giving a loud unintentional snort.
"Hello, daughter of Aphrodite here! Of course sex makes you feel better...I'm pretty sure it's even been scientifically prove..." She began when something happened that she really hadn't been expecting, he reached out and touched her...oh hell no!
She just turned and looked at him for a moment, the words dying on her lips before her fingers wrapped around his wrist, pulling his hand off her chest, her expression stuck between confusion and well...boiling rage.
"I wouldn't touch me without my permission if I were you," She said slowly and evenly, the threat perfectly apparent in her voice.
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Post by Bear Keeni on May 17, 2011 5:16:45 GMT -5
Ah, life would be so much easier if I had rabies. I could just bite the hell out of anyone I wanted and they'd leave me alone because I'd be crazy. But hell, I'm already crazy. I'm a cannibal and I frequently rape people. If that's not crazy, I don't know what is.
"I'd enjoy having rabies, actually. Then I could bite the hell outta you and you'd leave me alone." I pointed the sharpened knife tip at her, emphasizing the "you" portion of the statement.
When she latched her hand onto my wrist and pulled my hand away from her chest, I couldn't help but laugh at the expression on her face. "And what're you gonna do about it, Brit?" I asked in a cheeky tone, smirking mischievously at her. Even if she did something, I still had the knife in my free hand, so it wasn't like I couldn't defend myself. Hell, I didn't need the knife to take Tam/Brit. My bare hands would do just fine. "And you're right, one of them is bigger than the other."
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Post by Tamara George on May 17, 2011 12:13:41 GMT -5
Tam looked at him for a moment, eyes narrowing. 'What was she going to do about it?' hmmm, well considering the fact that her heels weren't of their usual potent length, whacking him with her shoe was unfortunately out of the question...plus, she'd learnt from the last time, she was NOT losing another pair of shoes! She was just about to retort when she paused.
...had he just...agreed with her?! He was not supposed to agree with the 'lop sided breasts' issue!
"Wh...you didn't feel both of them," She snapped, pulling his hand back.
"...you shouldn't be giving your opinion on the weight of other girls tits anyway, you're supposed to be with Becca," She grumbled under her breath...despite the fact that she'd insisted upon it...
OOC: Oh my god...I really did try to stop her xD ...hahahahahaha Bear and Tam together...bahahahaha xD
Outfit!
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Post by Bear Keeni on May 17, 2011 21:09:45 GMT -5
You would think that if a guy touched a girl, she'd slap the shit out of him, but no, that didn't happen with the Brit. Instead of yelling curses and hitting me sensless, she pulls my hand back onto her chest. Of all the things to do... she's just taunting me. Just fucking tempting me. I gave the breast a little playful squeeze, smirking at her.
"I love Becca to death, but I have my reasons for what I do." My tone had darkened to a michevious and devilish tone, almost as if I was trying to seduce her. I didn't really need to, though. Holding onto her chest like this was like a turn on and hell, I couldn't help myself. I reached forward and pressed my lips against hers, roughly kissing her.
((Ahhhhhhahahhahaahhehehehh..... xDx Short post, but it gets things rollin', I suppose. xD ))
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Post by Tamara George on May 18, 2011 0:14:40 GMT -5
"Mmm that's what they all say," She said amusedly.
Right so it was pretty odd having Bear Keeni touching her chest...but admittedly not altogether unpleasant...although she couldn't claim to be too happy about that bloody knife...she was just about to voice her discontent for the object when...well...he kissed her.
...bloody hell.
It was probably wrong on so many levels considering the whole 'Bear is a bit of a psycho thing' but time had proven that apparently, psycho's were exactly the kinds of guys she liked.
So she kissed him back just as forcefully before pausing.
"Ok so I don't mind making out or whatever, but you're going to have to put that fucking knife down," She said flatly, motioning at it.
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Post by Bear Keeni on May 18, 2011 5:36:36 GMT -5
Bahah, kissing her got her to finally shut up. I was beginning to get annoyed by her squeaky and accented voice. You know, this wasn't the first time I've implemented this strategy. I did it once with a girl named Iza, my first "fuck buddy." Ah, she was such a good fucker... until she moved away. That part was bad. But yeah, that was where I got the idea from: if she won't shut up, just give a little lip lock and hopefully she'll be silenced.
It sorta surprised me, though, when she kissed back just as hard as I had done to her. It turned me on, to be honest. Like hell I'd lie to you.... okay, that was a lie. But you get my point!
"For the love of Ripred..." I muttered, tossing the knife towards the wall so that the metal clattered against the floor. I went right back at her, but this time I took my hands and tugged on the bottom of her shirt, pulling it upward toward her head.
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Post by Tamara George on May 18, 2011 6:01:34 GMT -5
Tam found a smirk make it's way to her lips as he chucked the knife away, hearing the satisfying clatter as it hit the floor. Why bother holding 'ditch the knife meetings' when you could simply seduce them out of it...maybe the government should try that, might actually work...maybe even more cost effective...getting a whole team of Aphrodite kids...why had no one ever thought of this before?! It was pure genius. And her old teacher said she'd never be capable of anything...admittedly that had been a day after she'd caught her in bed with her husband...it was just a simply misunderstanding...her mind however was soon snatched from thoughts of crime prevention and back to...other things.
Wow.
He didn't exactly waste time...not that she minded in the slightest. Her hands slipped under his shirt as her lips found his again, her top lying discarded on the step below them as she pushed at his too.
...it was probably a good thing she'd worn a skirt today after all then...
Outfit!
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Post by Bear Keeni on May 18, 2011 16:40:54 GMT -5
I liked to move fast. Wasting time by being slow just wasn't my thing. That took too long and took the fun out of it all. Why not go hard and fast? Besides, being rough is a helluva lot better. It's no fun when you play things safe.
I felt her hands up under my shirt, so I helped by pulling the shirt off, only breaking away from her momentarily before I was right back kissing her, occasionally even poking my tongue into her mouth. My hands, though, made a bee-line for her skirt, pulling at it to get it off....
-le fade to black-
I must've dozed off, but hell, I've been doing that a lot recently. It took me a few minutes to realize that I was in the abandoned building, and then everything all came back at me: sharpening my knife, the Brit, and one hell of a event.
Thank goodness that it was warm outside, so the floor underneath my bare back was warm-ish. I didn't bother putting any of my clothes back on just yet, so I just laid there in my birthday suit, minding my own business, wondering what the Brit was doing. "I gotta admit, you're one helluva fuck."
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