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Post by Orfeo on Jul 7, 2017 0:06:34 GMT -5
((This title fucking sucks. Decoii, come up with something better.)) There was little doubt in Orfeo's mind that he had, once again, gone in way over his head thinking that he could just waltz in and resolve everything with a little show of force and a couple of punches for good measure. But he really couldn't blame himself either. Such tactics did tend to work whenever he had to personally involve himself in a affairs that weren't his to be a part of to begin with. He would have argued that it was an effective method of dealing with inconveniences, all the way up to a couple of days ago. But not that would only be him trying to play himself for a fool, especially as he sat with his legs crossed under his body, eyes carefully glaring at the woman that somehow brought him more trouble in one afternoon than others had in a few weeks. Why did women always give him more trouble? Orfeo brought his left hand up and lightly licked at the wound at the back of his hand, a pair or deep scratches that looked as if they had been done to him just a couple hours ago, whereas in fact this had been inflicted to him yesterday. Not that it didn't hurt any less. The many similar scratches on his face, neck, arms, and chest all told the same story as well. He fucking hated his shitty healing at moments like these. Out of all thinks, who would've known that Ansel would be so skilled with just a pair of keys? Nothing that a good slam into the table didn't resolve, but it certainly did wonders to inconvenience him. He took in a deep breath of air, then let it out slowly. If anything, his eyes took a more intense glare as he studied her figure carefully. He had Ansel tied up to the wall of a safe house he'd procured from a contact of his that owed him a debt. It wasn't a particularly big place, composed of really a squat building with only two rooms in the outskirts of town, a place that wasn't really frequented by anyone but Rogues like himself. Unfurnished to the point that the two were forced to sit on the concrete floor with only a fan to keep the two from roasting alive inside. However it got the job done and he really wouldn't have any more need for it by the end of the day. It was as good a place as any to think in silence. Relative silence, if Ansel would stop interrupting his train of thought every few minutes. Orfeo linked his hands under his chin and grumbled in some annoyance as once again his pondering came up with no result. Although he never once took his eyes off Ansel, constantly making sure her handcuffs had secured themselves tightly against her hand and a metallic rod sticking out of the wall. "You're a lot of trouble for one woman," Orfeo stated under his breath as he finally stretched out his back to a satisfying and loud crack that set his bones in place once more.
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Post by Decoii on Jul 9, 2017 0:43:37 GMT -5
There was a blinding throbbing in the center of her head that made her eyes roll back and close in hot unforgiving pain. It made her sight go black and her ears rings. Ansel thought of all the things that she had done -and had not done- that had gotten her here to this very moment and out of every possible thing she could drill herself about, her voice filled her mind in an echoing sarcastic tone reminding her that she had gotten rusty.
She had gotten cocky.
If it wasn't for her need to settle, nothing would have happened to her in the first place. But she'd been selfishly retarded in thinking that she could get away with it for at least a month and so her current suffering was no one's fault but her own. So, who was she to complain when she herself had been her ultimate demise.
At least she'd slept well. The pain that she felt every time when she came too had made it easy for her to stop fighting and admit defeat. Welcoming the blank numbness that sleep brought to her. In fact, Ansel wouldn't have been very upset if she would have died. No, the numbness would have been welcoming and God knew how much she truly needed to sleep.
But, she was alert in her consciousness from time to time as she came through. The pain was something that she discarded and welcomed death for. The dark room that was her mind wasn't too unwelcoming and at those moments, she wasn't scared to die. But each time she had let go of herself, and then came to consciousness, she found herself realizing that there was another possible out come to her situation.
While it was true that one pack wanted her dead, the other didn't. Depending on what had happened and exactly what her attacker had in mind, being held hostage was also a likely outcome.
Not one that she cared for.
Therefore, Ansel found it in herself to take her time sleeping. Welcoming the darkness that happened within minutes of her awakening until her wounds had healed enough that she no longer could fall unconscious as easily as she did before. Calmly -as calmly as her raging headache allowed her to be- she looked around through her blood soaked eyes and lashes and took in all the details of the massive male and the room in which she was held hostage.
Unlike what would have been normal, she didn't fight against her restraints. Not while he was here and instead sat calmly. "well," She said softly, words mispronounced and slurred. "You can always let me go." She shot back at his comment. slouching against her seat as she got comfortable.
She would wait until he wasn't watching her. Then, she would fight against her restraints and find a way out. If she did it now he'd find the weaknesses in his plan and would secure it before she manages to escape. That was her plan. But in the meantime, she felt the need to annoy him and fight him until he either killed her or knocked her out again.
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Post by Orfeo on Jul 9, 2017 3:25:50 GMT -5
"If I was to let you go, I'm just going to end up with more people that I'll have do deal with, because they'll think that it's a good idea to come and punish the one that let her get away." He paused and tilted his head ever so slightly, straightening out his back entirely. "Her being you, of course."
Orfeo's voice was low and gruff, with what could only be really described as a low rumble that followed his sentences with ease. Even now that he was making an attempt at speaking softly his voice easily carried itself throughout the room. Naturally it simply wished to be the one to be heard above all others. It had always been like that, and the little stint he played as the Head Warrior of the New Dawn had not done him any favors in trying to keep his voice in check. There was nothing that Orfeo could do about the way his voice sounded, and thus he simply embraced it. At the very least some found it intimidating, which worked for him in the end.
"I think I have done my homework pretty well, Ansel," he continued, each word paced out slowly. He had no intention of rushing things at the moment. This place was safe. He could take all the time he needed. He reached up and felt at one of the scratches on his cheek. "You have a lot of enemies, Ansel, and today hasn't done you any favors either. Two packs. And if I remember correctly, one of them is looking specifically to kill you. Now, why is that? Oh, no, don't bother explaining, I really couldn't care any less if I tried. Funny thing is, their rewards for you, from what I've heard, are both pretty tempting. Sure, mercenaries and rouges like to exaggerate a couple of details here and there. It's no wonder you've been such a hot topic." Orfeo shrugged his shoulders, the movement matching what his size would let him, a slow and sluggish gesture. "You were bound to be found sooner or later. Lucky for you, Ansel, you got stuck with me."
The flakes of a deep dark yellow still rolled around the iris of his eyes. Orfeo bit tightly down on his bottom lip, carefully looking Ansel over again and again, inspecting her wounds that he hadn't bothered to treat, watching as she slowly regained her strength. He had sat like this waiting for her to quit being such a dead weight.
Orfeo lifted both his hands, turning the palms upwards, again tilting his head slightly off to the side. "Well, I don't know what to do." Though there was a certain darkness to his voice, it had now taken a somewhat more mocking tone to it. Only slightly, really. "You'd be surprised, but, I really don't like options very much. One guy is happy, the other gets mad, blah blah blah killing ensues and my afternoon probably ends up ruined. It's annoying, really. So, you tell me, Ansel." His emphasized her name, pronouncing it slowly and with a slight glare. "Would you like to die at the hands of one or live at the hands of another. Certainly living would be a better option, but... well, if you're running from them, it must not be all sunshine and rainbows."
He was being a little unusually talkative this time around. Orfeo couldn't help himself. His motivations were all over the place, enough so that he couldn't really point them out himself. He needed to learn more of her perspective on things, but he also felt like fucking with her like a predator toying with its prey. Orfeo would have been lying to himself had he said that he didn't like seeing others suffer. And he wanted to see how far he could push Ansel. A little payback for scratching up his face.
Orfeo felt at the scratches again, almost frowning. That certainly wasn't ever going to heal right.
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Post by Decoii on Aug 15, 2017 20:28:29 GMT -5
Ansel listened to his words in silence. Although the negativity of the whole conversation they currently were having did strike up some anger inside of her, she didn't find the energy to fight against her restraint. She wasn't dumb. If her bonds had a week spot she wasn't going to try to learn about it in front of him. He didn't seem like the type to be oblivious of her actions in such a way. Granted, this giant ball of asshole with pretty eyes seemed to have experience in what he was doing and she wasn't all that stupid for your typical damsel in distress.
Sighing, she scooted her ass to the front of the chair and leaned her head against the back of it, coming across as very lazy and defeated. Which in all honesty, she was feeling both emotions very strongly at the moment. Ansel took the time to look up at the lump of shit that stood in front of her. One minute, two, maybe three passed before she slowly blinked and rolled her shoulders. "What's your name anyways? Not like it matters since I'll be dead soon but I need something to call you by when I'm mentally bitching you out." She lightly said with a small smile.
She could feel the blood crusting and flaking off of her when she moved. The back of her neck felt dirty and tight, her left eye was slightly shut due to her wound and the blood. Her nose itched, her thighs burned, there was some caked-tight feeling to the corner of her lips and her cheeks when she talked. Her shirt clung to her back in a gross feeling way and her toes felt moist. All in all, she felt like she looked like shit. She hated feeling dirty.
"I mean, let's be real. I could tell you what happened to me and beg you to let me go. I could make a sob story out of my life really and hope that you find it somewhere in your heart to save me even though you got me into this situation yourself. Or I could just annoy you, try to fight, and hope that you kill me off first. You know, the works of how this shit usually ends." She paused and stretched out her neck again.
"But right now, I'm just procrastinating to cub my angry -and very feminine- screech that I want to let out."
Pausing, Ansel growled lowly in her throat and tried sitting up as tall as possibly can. straightening her back as much as she could and sitting in a way that let him know that if she wasn't tied up she would have attacked his ass faster then he would be able to blink. She wasn't in a position to be so damn right openly hostile, but she didn't give a flying fuck.
"Like you said," She said through gritted teeth as she glared over at him. "If you let me go you'll end up with more people up your dumb ass. Which leads me to my very hostile, and not so happy question of- You fucking told other people you have me!? Who knows!? Which pack did you call!? how long ago? How many people!? How the fuc-" She bit her lip roughly and huffed loudly, cutting herself off and fighting to calm down her panic.
fisting her hands, she started trembling as she glared at him. Growls leaving her tightly shut mouth as her chin trembled in anger and fear.
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Post by Orfeo on Aug 22, 2017 0:37:02 GMT -5
Orfeo kept himself surprisingly calm as she spoke, more amused than bothered at the way that she defiantly raised her voice at him and how she knew how things were going to end up in the end, thankfully choosing to avoid all the annoying cliches that would have served nothing but to waste both his and her time. He had a decision to make after all. Though Ansel wasn't helping. Then again, considering her position in relation to the situation at hand, there was no surprise in his mind over the fact that she wasn't going to be of any help. Orfeo rolled his shoulders and looked off to the side as her barrage of questions hit him one after the other. He waited, patiently as he could, and finally turned his eyes back on to Ansel when she had finally managed to shut herself up.
"First of all," he began slowly, "I don't think I ever mentioned that I told anyone specifically that I had you. But word in the seedy underworld I thrive in gets around pretty fucking fast, and as it happens, I'm about the only person around here that makes as much of a mess when doing a job." He shrugged his shoulders. "Subtlety is not really my strong suit. Even a retard can put two and two together and see that it was me who took you, and they'd know it's you because you're the top buzz everywhere." Orfeo looked down at his hands and picked off some dried blood from under his nails.
"So, no. I haven't told anyone that I have you, but it certainly doesn't help me decide what exactly I should be doing with you now."
He didn't exactly think things through properly. Acting on impulse was a bitch, but he really just wanted to have a quiet night without the name Ansel being thrown around as if she had just been coronated as the new queen of England. Just killing her seemed like the simplest answer, but with the people he was potentially dealing with? Not the smartest choice. Either way shit was going to hit the fan, it was just a matter of how soon and how hard. Who would react worse to his decisions and who was going to pose the biggest threat to his own security and silent nights.
"The name is Orfeo by the way," he finally said in response to her earlier inquiry. "If anything, help me out and tell me what you did to screw up so badly that you have two packs after you. I mean, I'm almost impressed myself. You must have done something to really piss them off."
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Post by Decoii on Aug 24, 2017 10:59:38 GMT -5
It bothered Ansel how calm Orfeo could be at the moment. The way he talked and moved annoyed her but at the same time it made her feel so exhausted. She felt her eyes grow heavy and a yawn want to escape her. "For all it's worth, I'm not planning on staying alive until either of the packs show up. Also, you pretty much fucked yourself over too Orfeo."
Sighing, Ansel sat up a bit and contemplated her choices. She could tell Orfeo everything but it really wasn't any of his business, or she could just explain how he fucked up and wait for him to snap out of his cool dude phase and help her figure out how to get out of this mess. But right now, even if he did kill her, he was more involved then he wanted to be and things wouldn't end up that simply for him.
"You do realize, that you give me to one pack, the other pack will hunt you down forever, right? Or if you kill me, like you said, people will know it's you and then you're in my shoes- running away from two packs at the same time. So this problem is as much mines as it became yours."
Sitting still, Ansel bit her bottom lip then turned her head so she could be looking at him. "If I tell you, can you be the one to kill me?"
She didn't think he would but decided there wasn't anything wrong at the moment with at least one other person knowing. "I'm a bitten wolf and so are my parents. Long story short, they were into the supernatural shit and Derek found them, promised them everything they ever wanted, and they took bait. I was bitten in when I was seven, Derek saw me as perfect Alpha female, made everyone worship me. He married me when I was 8 and by 9 I was performing perfect wife duties."
Why was she even telling him all of this again?
"I ran away when I was thirteen. Met the son of John, found an actual mate. Pack one came down on pack two. Pack two lost the Alpha's son. Pack one never got me back. So, pack one is on the hunt for me to return me to Alpha femalehood because Derek made everyone believe that I'm just lost and without me so is the pack. Pack two well... They just want to kill me. Or some shit like that."
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Post by Orfeo on Aug 24, 2017 18:26:41 GMT -5
"So it is," mused Orfeo, thinking over what she was telling him. It really should have crossed his mind sooner. It's a basic kind of situation that he had dealt with before, when more than one group wanted the same person. In other words, the kind of situation that he tended to give a wide berth to. Too many risks that outweigh what little reward he would've received. He bit at the inside of his bottom lip and with a small shrug he looked down and scratched at his arm, picking very gently at a nasty looking scar that ran from the inside of his elbow to halfway down and around his forearm. "Well," he commented slowly, obviously thinking of what he was going to say as he spoke. His eyes lolled upwards in a very lazy manner as he bit at the left corner of his bottom lip and huffed. "I can't promise anything. Promises aren't my thing. But if it makes you feel better?" Orfeo shrugged in the slow and deliberate manner only a man his size could. "I'll kill you," he muttered halfheartedly, not really meaning it because, again, he still hadn't decided if that was what he was going to do to begin with.
This whole situation just stank of dank.
All he could really do was raise an eyebrow at her story, not really looking at her in any special kind of way, keeping that same cold yet distant and gaze on her. Courteous enough to not interrupt her as she spoke, Orfeo let a silence fill the air for the next three minutes, a silence only broken by his breathing as he watched her, almost never blinking, and not really thinking of anything either. Though, with the stone-like expressionless look on his eyes, it may as well have seemed as if the man was calculating thoughts deep in his mind.
"Huh," he finally murmured under is breath, the three minute's silence worth of a reply, and all he could really muster to say after Ansel's sob story. "So there's nothing special about you then? No... hidden powers. Floating? Teleportation? No starting fires with your hands? No kind of... angelic divine sorcery or what not?" A heavy, and clearly disappointed, sigh escaped betwixt his dry lips. "Well that's kind of an anti-climactic story if I've ever heard one. Just some nobody that got singled out and," Orfeo stretched his arms out behind his head and yawned for a few seconds, then licked at his chops as he stretched out his jaw, "got dealt a pretty shitty hand." He pulled out a pocket knife, flicked it up, and used the edge to scratch at a patch of skin on his back that he couldn't quite reach with his hands as he looked Ansel over once more.
Then he shrugged, closed up the knife, and shoved it back into his pocket. "Well, guess I've got to kill Derek now." He closed his eyes and stretched out his back, moaning softly as he felt his muscles settle in nicely. "I'm sure you'd have no qualms with that, right?"
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Post by Decoii on Aug 25, 2017 17:02:11 GMT -5
Ansel let out a small laugh when Orfeo finally spoke. No, he was right. There was absolutely nothing wonderful about her. "Shit, no." She said light heartedly. "I cant even meditate. There is absolutely nothing wonderful about me, I mean, I'm not even that good looking. So now you see the issue with all this bullshit attention?" Relaxing, she felt that things in this awfully retarded situation were finally falling into place.
Even if he was going to be the one to kill her. She felt fine with that at this very second.
"So, Orfeo, hate to say this but killing Derek isn't as easy as you're thinking it will be. He's basically created a cult, calls it a 'pack', and has still managed to pull this shit for years in front of everyone's noses. He isn't just going to come out here for you on his own because you said you have me." She clarified simply before rolling her shoulders and feeling a dull painful popping sound.
"So now that we figured out what you planned on doing, do you mind letting me go so that I can pop a couple of joint's back into place?" She tilted her head slightly to the left and sighed. "If you're going to kill him, I'm going to need to give you a bit more information then what you currently have on your own. Maybe some help too. Then, you can off me or whatever."
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Post by Orfeo on Aug 25, 2017 19:06:53 GMT -5
"Hm," a small and almost unrecognizable chuckle left Orfeo as he looked Ansel over once again. "Yeah you really aren't that good looking. Especially with the swollen eye, the bruises, and the... ah, you get it." Yeah, he saw the issue with the bullshit attention, and he saw how none of it should've been his problem to begin with. Again, he made it his problem without ever wanting it to in the first place. As the seconds ticked by the more he hated where he was now. The temptation to just get rid of Ansel so he could get some immediate (and desperately needed) relief and relaxation was starting to become overpowering. Sheer will alone kept him from digging the point of his knife between her ribs, especially with how easy it would be too.
It wouldn't be exactly quick nor painless, but alas, he was never one to boast about his capabilities of offing people in such a way.
He gazed back at Ansel curiously, thinking to himself for a few seconds. Well, of course he wouldn't just show up to meet him face-to-face. And even if he did come, he wouldn't come alone. He didn't sound like that kind of person. Then again Orfeo wasn't exactly sure why he wanted to kill Derek. Perhaps because he seemed to be the root of all the problems, both present and future. Or maybe he was just using him as a scapegoat so he could calm his own on edge nerves. Either way Derek did not seem like the kind of person that would be missed, so...
"Well if he's so... infatuated with you, as you say he is, then I'm sure the man would be willing to do something out of the ordinary for him to get his hands on you, right?" Orfeo shrugged lightly, trying to form some kind of cohesive plan in his head. "I'm sure he'd just love to be able to get his meaty sweaty paws on you once again. I mean, if he's gone as far as to punish another pack for simply taking you in, then he'll lose his shit when he hears what I've got to say."
Orfeo finally leaned in a little closer to Ansel so he could get a better look in her eyes. Close enough that if she wanted to she could reach up and bit him hard on the nose, even with how tied up she was. Orfeo felt no concern in her attacking him though, not at the moment at least. Though he wasn't stupid enough to release her bonds just yet. "No," he replied coldly, "I don't feel like letting you go just yet. Knowing you, you'll just go out and run off and disappear again. And like it or not, I'm involved in this now, so you're not going to get a free pass out of here while leaving me to clean up after your shit." A cold and uninviting smile crept up at the very edges of Orfeo's lips, one he simply could not contain. "We're in this one together now. Aren't you glad?"
He reached up and flicked her hard right smack in the middle of her forehead because... well, just because he could. "The way I see it, I use you as bait to get to Derek. If his cult is as fanatical as you make them out to be, then they'll hopefully be more confused and less angry once the big man is dead. Hopefully." He really wasn't sure.
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Post by Decoii on Aug 28, 2017 15:19:55 GMT -5
Ansel really didn't mind Orfeo up until the moment his mouth started moving and he started talking. At first, she kept her eyes on his. Confident with small dull but slightly hopeful look on her face. But the more he talked, the less pleasing he was being. See, she didn't find him unattractive and while his size was slightly overwhelming he did seem like an okay and logical person to talk with. In fact, using him to cure her of her problem was a solution that she seemed more and more okay with as time passed.
But when he mentioned Derek getting his hands on her again, she held back a tremble and all amusement died. Glaring at him, she ended up growling louder and louder the longer he followed his trail of thought and speaking. Was he honestly just thinking she was going to take all of this lightly and laugh about it? This guy had been making her life hell since she was a baby. He took her mother and her father away from her- even her youth. Orfeo thought that was funny or amusement?
Yeah, he did.
Ansel didn't like his words at all, and in fact, she suddenly felt really annoyed with the situation at hand and with Orfeo in general that she no longer felt like being tied down to this fucking chair, in this room, and dealing with his stupid bitch voice and even stupider words.
Sighing, she sat back in the chair and used her growling, already trembling body, as a distraction to the shift of tightness that happened in her arm as she shifted her hand, and used her claws to bite into her flesh and the line of rope, freeing her arm.
(okay im distracted with Kpop. and my laptop has 7 percent battery left so deal with the short post and the unexplained details of this last part)
within the next few second, her hand went out after he touched her head and she punched him, shifting her arm so she could dig her nails into his skin while she was at it, kicking out her legs, she duck to the ground and rolled away, running towards the door... only to find it locked. Pausing, she sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Well, shit."
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Post by Orfeo on Aug 28, 2017 16:13:09 GMT -5
Orfeo yelped louder than he would have wanted to as he recoiled back and fell flat on his ass hard as he instinctively reached up to cup his face. Closing his eye, he took in a deep breath and felt at the deep scratches, a pair of which were just centimeters away from his blind eye. "Motherfucker," he breathed out as he touched at the scratches, feeling at the blood with the tips of his fingers, then bringing those to his mouth to have a small taste. Yep, blood. His blood, as a matter of fact. A growl rumbled at the ends of his lungs, reverberating through the room loud enough for him to realize he was pissed off.
Breath. With a groan he struggled back up to his feet and then turned with a couple of steps so he was facing Ansel once again, though he didn't make a move in her direction this time around. He finally lowered his hand from his face and crossed both his arms afront of his chest, taking in deep breaths of air, trying to control his rapidly beating heart and contain the rage building up in his veins. The damage that Ansel had done was clear as day. On the opposite side of his face were scarred scratches she gave him when he first took her in their initial struggle. Now, on the right side of his face, by his blind eye, were four deep scratches, bleeding with no sign of stopping. For a shifter they wouldn't be much of an issue, healed within minutes, with the scars gone in at the very least two days. Him? He'll be bleeding for the next couple of hours, without a doubt, and those scars were going to last him months.
"That's the second fucking time you scratch up my face," he commented, enunciating every singular word extremely slowly, obviously doing so in an attempt to keep himself from slamming her fucking face against the door, or at the very least doing to her what she had done to him. He made no effort to stop the bleeding, and every few seconds his tongue slipped out to take a small lick at the blood that encroached upon the edge of his lips.
Oddly enough, he felt strangely at ease with the current situation. One, because he knew Ansel had no way of getting out. He wasn't about to take a risk like leaving the door unlocked, especially now that he was fully involved in her mess. Two, well, what's a couple more scars to the dozens that he already has crisscrossing the entirety of his body?
On the other hand, he really wanted to do something back. Even with how tightly he was holding his crossed arms to his chest, Orfeo could feel the tips of his fingers twitching with anticipation and adrenaline. There was a building sensation deep within him, and like a tea kettle trembling under the pressure of the steam from within, he could feel himself about ready to burst.
"And here I thought we were going to get along. I mean..." He took another deep breath, held it in for a few seconds, and then let it out slowly through his nose. "...I know you're a wolf shifter. But with how many times you've scratched me already I'd be less surprised if you told me you were feline." He shrugged, still feeling the singing burn at the edge of his eye.
There was no benefit from this, he told himself. There would be nothing that he'd gain from attacking her.
But goodness did he really want this.
Temptation is a hell of a drug. Without so much as a warning and with an alarming amount of speed and dexterity unlike his earlier lumbering-like movements, Orfeo shifted his body off to the side, brought his left leg back and shifted most of his weight down on that leg, then brought up his right leg and with with the full force of his 200+ pound body mass he shot a single kick aimed directly at the center of Ansel's torso.
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Post by Decoii on Aug 28, 2017 17:13:25 GMT -5
Ansel felt dizzy.
She guessed she still had a lot of injuries and had been sitting down for too long. Now she was feeling the aftereffect of her little stunt from just a couple of seconds ago. With her eyes opened, she quickly turned around the moment she heard his shuffle. Exhausted she leaned against the door, giving it a push with her back to see if it would sway in the slightest but it didn't.
Sighing, she kept her attention on Orfeo, seeing his eyes move to the blood on his hands. She wasn't retarded, fear crawled under her skin at his growl and she knew she might as well just sit there and wait for her death because she was pressed against a hard place... and an angry rock of a wolf. Yeah, she was fucked.
Giving a nervous chuckle, she looked into his eyes and then the side of his face that currently bled. Ansel didn't miss the detail of his still red and swollen scars that she had given him recently. "Your healing sucks, man. But I'm guessing you already knew that." Shrugging, she visibly relaxed her body. It seemed that she was being dismissing of the obvious threat in the room but in reality, she just didn't know what he would do.
She relaxed so that he body could react in a proper way. It was easier for her then preparing herself to jump then realizing last second she needed to duck down. "Guess you'd have a slightly prettier face if you wouldn't have been such a cunt and hurt my feelings. Up until that part, yes, we would have made a great team. But you're very abusive, you know that?" She kept talking as a distraction to herself. She was in danger, but she wasn't going to attack first even if everything inside of herself told her to attack right then and there.
He hadn't moved since he started staring at her and that's how she saw the shift in his body and knew something was coming. She still wasn't sure of what it was and out of surprise she screamed out when he kicked because she had expected his attack to come from his fist rather then his foot. Luckily, she managed to shift to the right slightly. His foot made contact with some of her side, but the impact landed mainly on her shirt and the center of the door.
She didn't even want to think on how dead she would be if his foot landed on her chest. Especially with the loud crack of the door as his foot broke through and it gave way.
Ansel had been leaning on the door and as the door slammed open under the impact of Orfeo's leg, she was shoved backwards by the momentum. Without knowing what to do, she grabbed on to his leg and held onto it as she fell backwards into the breaking door and the next room.
She knew that she was basically bringing Orfeo down on her but with how he was standing, and how she was falling, she hoped it would be an awkward enough situation that he wouldn't come down fighting. But she wasn't so sure that would be the case honestly.
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Post by Orfeo on Aug 28, 2017 18:08:29 GMT -5
"Was it so obvious?" he commented slowly as he touched at his cheek once more, lightly as the still tender flesh threatened to scream out in pain at even the slightest and softest breeze. God he hated genetics sometimes. He never really did learn why things were as they were, but he had learned to live with it. Fast healing, or kick-ass scars? It wasn't much of a choice, really? He'd grown fond of the maps on his skin.
Kind of.
He almost grinned when he thought that his foot had actually connected squarely with Ansel. Truth be told, he had lost himself in the moment enough to not realize, for a split second, that the weight he felt against his foot hadn't been Ansel but in fact was the door. The realization only really hit him when he heard the loud crack, and watched in a sudden moment of clarity as the wooden door he'd worked so hard to lock down properly suddenly shattered under the force of his own weight.
The man cursed his inability to properly control his strength. It always happened. While in reality he had not meant to severely harm Ansel, he knew that if she hadn't moved out of the way, he would probably have had to take her to the hospital... if he had cared to do so anyway.
It was the fall that truly caught him off guard along with the way Ansel clung to his leg like a fucking animal and a sense of vertigo overcame him. Orfeo had to take the brunt of the fall with his forearms, keeping his body from falling fully against Ansel's. He could feel his teeth rattle under the force of the fall. It really took everything in him to keep his body up. The whole situation was enough that the thought of fighting Ansel any more left him. Instead he found himself face to face with her, staring at her with disbelief in his eyes as he breathed hard. Some of his blood threatened to drip unto her face, though not quite yet. He licked at some that had glided down to his lips, and in a moment of sudden instance, he couldn't help himself.
Orfeo grinned from ear to ear, with what could only be described as a crazed look that drew upon his eyes as he stared at Ansel, keeping her pinned under his body. She could try to move, push him, kick him, but he was determined to stay where he was now. Part out of spite and part him waiting for the strength to come back to his legs. "Hello," he murmured under his breath, keeping his gaze on her as a loud growl was let loose. "You ever get the feeling that you just can't catch a break sometimes?"
He steadied himself so that instead of holding himself up with his forearms he was holding himself up with his hands, pulling his body further away from Ansel's. He didn't say anything at all. He really had nothing else to say. Yet, still grinning, now somewhat more mischievously, he brought his head down and without a word of warning he licked at her bottom lip with the full length of his tongue, quick enough that she wouldn't retaliate or bite his tongue, yet slow enough so that she could know very well what it was that he was doing.
Then he pulled his head back, the grin died to a glare, and in the next moment, Orfeo smacked Ansel hard on the side of her head. "Stupid woman," he murmured, getting up with a grunt, wobbling in place when that sudden vertigo hit him once again, then taking a couple of steps back away from her to let her move as she wanted.
"You're helping me deal with Derek." He didn't ask for her opinion on the matter nor was he making some sort of request. The sullen tone of his voice and the darkened look to his eyes was more than enough to tell that he was making a statement. "And then afterward, you're free to go. But we do things my way." Moving to a mirror on the wall, he took a look at himself and touched at the bleeding scratches on his face. "Else I'm going to have to beat you senseless again."
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Post by Decoii on Aug 28, 2017 19:20:13 GMT -5
Ansel wasn't the type of girl to count her lucky stars. She wasn't even the type of person who believed in any higher power or even believed in Karma. She just sort of was, and always would be, someone who just played out every day to her fullest capability. Attempting to stay ahead of everyone and anyone so that she could have a decent hand to play. She didn't have anyone looking for her aside from the two packs. She had no friends, family. No one that would question her disappearance. The roles that she played in her life, the people she pretended to be, nothing could ever go back to who she really was.
So when Orfeo fell on top of her, when she hit the floor so hard her back stung and she arched herself subconsciously up onto the person who would ultimately end her life, the only thing on her mind was that no one would miss her. Automatically she shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the impact that was bound to happen but was left surprised when she wasn't crushed by Orfeo. With a quick breath, she opened her eyes to find him uncomfortably close to her face. She didn't know how she felt about the fact that her heart skipped a beat and her body froze up. She blamed it on fear and not used to closeness with anyone. When he grinned, her heart worked even faster and her reality finally crashed down on her again. She was going to die. Her breath became a bit more labored and she fought every fiber in her body to stay still. Panic never helped, Ansel wasn't one to panic ever. It wasn't good and even though she wasn't fighting against him, just sort of waiting for him to snap her neck, her mind was panicked.
Just like every single moment in her life, when she found herself fucked and against all odds of winning, her mind felt like it disconnected from her body. The buzzing, the panic, the fear... Instead of making her have a panic attack, with one calming breath, she found herself seeing things clearly, feeling calm, and fearing nothing that was about to happen.
When Orfeo talked, Ansel just chuckled at his words and rolled her eyes. "Well, no shit, all the fucking-" Her words died when she felt the soft warm texture of his tongue on her lip. The movement caught her so off guard that she didn't even know how to feel. Despite the way her core did a slight throb, she was absolutely taken aback to the point that she couldn't do anything, or even see the slap coming.
Yelping in sudden pain, she turned to her side and held her face. His slap made her ears ring painfully loud and it felt like someone had set her face on fire. For once in her life, she'd been completely unprepared for that attack even if she should have seen it coming. Growling, she gritted her teeth and turned around so that she could get up on her knees. Everything hurt at that moment and she could only sit there and glare at Orfeo as he casually moved on as if he hadn't just slapped the shit out of her. Out of anger, she took off her shoe and threw it at his head. She couldn't get her balance with the ringing in her ear but she had a habit of perfect aiming.
"I'm not helping you with shit. Except with a new unwanted makeover the moment I get my claws in your fucking face!"
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Post by Orfeo on Aug 28, 2017 19:59:47 GMT -5
"I already got an unwanted- ow! Bitch! - Ahem... an unwanted makeover." Orfeo bent over and picked the shoe off the ground, gave it a quick spin around his hands, taking it in, and rubbed at the side of his head where it had connected. He could already feel a slight bump, knew that it would bruise for the next few days, and already hated the headache that was coming his way overnight. Shit like this? It had happened before. Everything he was going through with Ansel personally was just bringing flashbacks of other feisty people who just didn't know when to fucking quit. But in the end, what could he do? Other than tie her up, of course. But truth be told he didn't feel like getting a face full of her claws once again. The last thing he needed was to lose his only good eye and end up completely blind in return.
So he turned and kept his distance from the woman, for the time being at least. He hold her shoe in his hand, then dropped it beside his feet and kicked it back behind himself with his heel. Orfeo gave her a cold stare, not exactly amused, really, and then with a heavy sigh he crossed his arms once more. "Listen, you," he began slowly, but then stopped when he realized he didn't really know what he was going to say after. Sure enough he just wanted to get her attention, to keep her from leaving so suddenly, and keep himself from having to chase after her. Orfeo but his lip and then licked at it to clean up some of his blood that had dried along the surface of it. He savored it, still kind of tasting Ansel's own lip at the tip of his tongue. The very edges of his mouth turned upward into a barely there smirk. "Like it or not this is your only choice. You walk out now, you got two packs out for your head, and you have about a dozen different mercenaries and free-lancers looking to get you just like I did. About half of those won't care who they give you off to; the other half of them are going to realize the same thing I did: Derek isn't someone you really want to deal with, and even if you do get on his good side, he'll probably come back around to bite you in the ass. So they're going to find you and they're going to make you the same offer I just did, which is to help them kill Derek by their means.
"Now, lucky you, you've got one of the best making that offer for you right now. Well, I kind of lied when I said you didn't have a choice, because you do. Do what I say and get rid of Derek now, or wait it out and risk being found by either him or the other pack while you wait for the rest of the dozen something mercenaries to come and find you, then risk getting that half that won't give a shit about what happens to you or them, and risk getting an inferior plan from the other half who realize Derek is the root of both your problems and theirs when they inevitably become involved in this clusterfuck of a mess in the same way I was."
Orfeo shrugged slowly, shifting his body back until he was leaning up against the wall beside the mirror. There wasn't much to the look in his eyes besides seriousness. "At least, that's the situation as I see it at the moment from my all-encompassing eye. Maybe you've got a Plan Z up in that brain of yours somewhere. But I take it your are a smart girl, smart enough to know that I'm your best bet at killing Derek. I mean, after all, I did find you, right? When the two packs and a dozen different mercenaries couldn't get to you yet, it only took me about four days of looking. And I got you here, now, right?"
The smirk he'd been trying to hide finally showed as he kicked her shoe back at her direction. "We can talk about my payment later, after we've dealt with the psychotic cultist." Again, he shrugged, turning his hands upwards in the air as if to say 'oh well.' "Or you can just walk the fuck out of here. Either way the rest of my year is going to be busy dealing with two angry packs that'll want my head on a silver platter." Orfeo stuffed his hands in his pockets. His relaxed posture and calm tone of voice and how nonchalant he sounded about the outcome of being hunted, to him that was all just another day in his life.
Nothing he'd never dealt with before, yet not really something he was looking forward to.
"Ball's in your court, Ansel."
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