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Post by Decoii on Aug 28, 2017 20:37:13 GMT -5
Once the numbing throbbing and buzzing in her ear went away, she kept in her place and listened to Orfeo silently.
She found it amusing that he thought that her problem was his now, but even more amusing that he actually listened to her. Yeah, he seemed smart, but was it easy to persuade him to let her live? She felt a laugh bubbling up inside of her but it quickly died when she realized that he was a part of this mess now. The moment anyone found the crime scene, they would recognize him. Then he was fucked for the rest of his living life- just like she was.
Sighing, she admitted that everything he was saying was right on the nose and nothing was really something that she could argue with just for the hell of it. She waited for a while after he finished talking before she stood up, swaying slightly as she let go of her face and glared at him just to give him a hard time. He was a cunt, after all. She wasn't just going to forgive him just like that.
It wasn't her style.
"First of all, the only reason I'm not just walking away right now is because I look like shit. Legit, look like some murder victim that woke up from the dead and I don't really know where the hell we even are. For all I know, stepping outside would bring lots of unwanted attention and then we would definitely be caught. Not that I care what happens to you right now because my face hurts but that's a whole new argument I don't feel like getting into right now."
Ansel wasn't the teamwork kind of girl and even if Orfeo could pack a punch, he was holding her back from hiding out again and getting as far away as possible. "If so many people in such a small place found out about me it means that they're just lurking around the corner and that isn't something that makes me feel safe." Looking around, she noticed the restroom around the corner.
"I'm going to freshen up now, if you don't mind." She said before taking off her other shoe and walking in her socks towards the restroom. "Make yourself useful and find me something to wear and something to eat because I'm starving."
She closed the door behind herself and without paying attention to her surroundings, she found the light switch, turned on the light and moved over to the bathtub, turning on the shower and waiting for it to get warm. As best as she could, she took off her crusty, dirty clothing and made her way into the tub, letting the water fall on her body before attempting to clean the crust, wounds, and dirt off of herself.
The process was slow and took longer then it should have. Taking one of her socks from the floor in front of the tub, she used it to plug the bathtub and enjoyed the falling water until the tub filled. Once it filled, she turned off the water and sat down in the tub, soaking her body and relaxing.
Her mind was oddly numb and once she closed her eyes, she was out cold for a long time.
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Post by Orfeo on Aug 28, 2017 20:55:35 GMT -5
"Uhuh. Yeah, well, it would be pretty bad if you walked out now actually." He smiled to himself. "Had to bring you in dead in the night so that nobody would see your lifeless body being dragged out of a trunk." He listened and found himself glad to realize that she wasn't just about to go and leave. So she really was a smart girl after all? Good. That meant she saw reason in his words, same way he did. They were stuck together on this now and he was their best bet at getting out of this mess relatively unscathed. That, or leave it to what he would consider to be subprofessionals, compared to him.
Orfeo rolled his eyes and moved as she went to the bathroom. All he had for spare clothing was a black shirt that fit him too tight but would be too large for her, and some sweatpants which, again, would end up sitting baggy on Ansel. He shrugged, folded them up, and placed them on the floor right outside the bathroom, then moved to where the kitchen was and prepared a pretty basic grilled cheese and ham sandwich. He placed that one beside the clothing, fell back on the nearest couch, closed his eyes, and in mere moments, knocked out.
He only woke up with a start and a groan when he heard the alarm go off on his flip phone. Orfeo groaned, stretching out his arms, then rolled over where he lay to look at the bathroom. The clothing was still there, the food was still there, and there was a still silence both from the bathroom and the rest of the house. He looked at the time, realized it had been three hours, and then heaved an annoyed sigh.
Three hours. Three fucking hours. And what did she do? She fell asleep on the fucking bathtub, while this whole fucking time he waited so he could wash up himself. Hell, out of common courtesy he didn't go in so he could at least clean up the wound she gave him. Well, to hell with common courtesy. Orfeo didn't think twice when he opened the door to the bathroom, stepped in, then closed it behind himself. Despite his size he was awfully quiet as he made his way over to the bathtub to get a closer look at the knocked out woman. Shit, he could kill here right here and now if he wanted to, but that wouldn't be helping anyone but his primal urges.
So instead he got down on his knees and with his fingers he gently pinched at her nose until he was completely blocking off her nasal airway, and then made the extra effort of nudging her mouth close in case she decided to breath through there in her sleep. A small smirk appeared on his face as he simply sat there, pinching her nose, and waited.
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Post by Decoii on Aug 28, 2017 21:59:23 GMT -5
Ansel's eyes opened wide the moment she felt his touch over her mouth. To be honest, her nose was healing from it's previous wounds and had felt tingly and funny since the first day of her kidnapping. Granted, the outer bruising and most of everything was healed on her already but she could still feel the buzz from her body working to heal itself that she hadn't felt him at all.
But when he touched her mouth, she sure as hell woke up immediately. She didn't know where she was, who she was, and her eyes felt blurry. But she locked in on a blurred huge figure to her right and was automatically on defense.
Immediately after her eyes opened wide, she brought her right arm up, elbow lifted as she swung her arm in an attempt to get the attacker to stop covering her airways. Within the next second, she reached her right arm under his left arm over his right shoulder and using her momentum, she snaked her left arm behind his neck and attempted to grab his head and jerk her body to the left.
Trying to bring him down into the tub and under water.
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Post by Orfeo on Aug 28, 2017 22:16:40 GMT -5
For the third time, Orfeo felt like he had been abused by this woman. The first two times with her scratching up his face like a cat possesses by a demon, and now with her throwing him into the tub like a god damned rag doll.
Sure enough, Ansel took Orfeo by surprise. He hadn't seen the attack coming and had definitely not expected such a show of dexterity and strength, especially since he hadn't seen it from her in the previous times that the two fought. Then again, he also did not put up much of a fight this time around. Sure he struggled for a second, but once he realized that his situation was hopeless, he kind of just... let it happen.
It didn't stop him from getting mad, screaming "What the fuck!" at the top of his lungs as he went to give her a well deserved smack in the head yet again. He was either too big, or the tub was too small for the two of them. Either way, Orfeo found himself once more uncomfortable pressed up against Ansel, it not registering in his mind that she was bare naked against him due to being more preoccupied that he was soaked in his own clothing. "I'm taking the fucking dry clothes AND the fucking sandwich, you fucking loca! Throwing me into the fucking bath tup, have fun walking around in blood stained clothes looking like a murdee victim."
Orfeo huffed, angry, annoyed, just inches away from strangling the life from this woman.
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Post by Decoii on Aug 29, 2017 15:01:37 GMT -5
Ansel didn't care about the smack Orfeo had sent her way because it ultimately hit the water more then it hit her. However, his big heavy body was weighting her down and the water level had risen with the added body volume of a tank so she was mildly drowning.
Huffing and struggling to sit up, she yelled at him to get the fuck off of her while she pulled her body upwards. Not realizing that his face was rubbing against her breasts until she felt the scruff of his chin pass over her nipples. At that point, the nakedness that she had and the realization that he was too close to her finally settled in.
"You have five seconds to get off of me or I'm going to drown you."
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Post by Orfeo on Aug 29, 2017 16:56:08 GMT -5
He had to take just one god damn second to calm himself and get his bearings on what was going on around himself before he could even begin to act. The water splashing around, plus Ansel's struggling, plus the vertigo he was still reeling from was enough to keep him disoriented. It never actually reached him just how pressed up he was against her body. And even then, he wouldn't really care. All he knew was that he was getting water in his eyes and up his nose and in his mouth.
So yeah, he needed a fucking second.
"Fucking bite me, ass. You don't get-" he spat out some more water that got in his mouth, "-to fucking complain about me being here when you. Ugh. You did this to yourself!"
Orfeo pulled braced his hands up against either side of the tub and with one strong push he heaved his body up over the edge, groaning out in pain as he fell over on his back on the floor beside the tub. His back aching, breathing heavy from a sudden exhaustion, clothing absolutely drenched in water, and shivering from head to toe with how cold everything suddenly got, all Orfeo could do was lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, while silently cursing Ansel and all her future children, and their children too.
"I... I fucking hate you," he murmured as he realized that the older of the scars she's given him had opened up once again.
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Post by Decoii on Aug 30, 2017 2:43:49 GMT -5
Ansel took a couple of deep breaths the moment he got off of her. She would have found his unbalance and ungraceful way of falling and moving but she was too busy filling her lungs with the oxygen that prior to that moment, wouldn't fit thanks to the heavy pressure of his stupidly heavy body. Sighing, she turned her body and held herself up by placing her hands on the edge of the tub so that she was slightly lifted and her head could comfortably look down at him on the floor.
"Do not tell me to bite you." She growled out, brows knitted together and a deep frown on her face. "Because I will bite you. As a matter of fact, I'll bite you so fucking hard I'll rip that tiny head of yours off of your oversized elephant of a body!" She snapped out before lifting herself out of the shower.
Ansel moved her wet hair over her shoulder as she bent down to grab the sock out of the drain so that the cold water could drain down the sink. Glaring at him, she threw the sock towards the floor. "I don't really like you either at the moment, Orfeo." She replied mockingly before rolling her eyes and extending her leg over his body while stepping out of the bathtub.
She didn't care that her nipples had hardened and gooseflesh covered every inch of her body. She didn't care that she'd basically spread her legs so he could get one hell of intimate view of everything she had to offer. She was so annoyed and pissed off at him that she couldn't even begin to wonder if she should worry about her nude state or what he might think of her at the moment.
"I'm wearing the clothing because- well, fuck you." She said as she dried herself with the only available towel in the bathroom, "You frustrating dick." She added as an after thought as she opened the door and leaned down to grab the plate of food and then the clothing on the floor underneath. Without a word, she placed the plate on the sink and began to dress herself in his clothing. Once dressed, Ansel looked at the food and grabbed the sandwich, bringing it to her nose so she could sniff it.
"This is probably drugged and even if it isn't, it's freezing cold. So make me a new one."
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Post by Orfeo on Aug 30, 2017 3:44:57 GMT -5
Unfortunately, he had no snarky nor smart-ass comments for Ansel, especially with how she just presented herself to him without a care in the world. He was more preoccupied with catching his own breath, bringing a hand to feel at his chest as he took in deep breath after deep breath, really just unsure why he was having such a hard time breathing. One long hard shiver shook him to the core from head to toe, causing Orfeo to almost curse out as he finally managed the energy to pull himself back up on his feet.
It was the clothing. He was absolutely drenched. Any second more and he was probably going to end up catching something. Not a problem for other shifters, big problem for him. The last thing he needed was some kind of pneumonia to keep him in bed for days.
"Make your own god damn sandwich," he commented angrily as he very quickly took off his wet shirt and threw it aside like a used rag. He groaned and stretched out his shoulders, not coming to mind that he was giving Ansel a full show of the destroyed skin on his chest and back. More scar tissue than actual healthy skin, either in large lacerations, bullet wounds, or patches of discoloration. It had become second nature for him to loom at it as his own body, as hideous and unnatural as it really was. It did take some effort to not think about it. But he did easily forget how others might react.
Though, how could it be much of a surprise with his attitude and actions?
He reached over and yanked the sandwich from her hands before taking one large bite that easily covered more than half of the thing. He chewed hard, glaring daggers at Ansel as he dripped water on the floor, his hair matted to his forehead and slightly covering his blind eye. "If you're not eating it then I am." He took another mouthful of a bite, leaving him with less than a handful left as he once again chewed hard and swallowed, glaring at Ansel as if she was insane.
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Post by Decoii on Nov 4, 2017 21:38:38 GMT -5
Ansel watched him eat the sandwich with a look of pure hatred on her face. He was shameless after all, and her hands itched in a want to wrap itself around his neck and squeeze until his face had turned the same shade as the purple on her lips. How could someone so bold and aware be so petty. He'd starved her, beat her, kidnapped her, and despite his current truce- her future was determined by him. She was still kidnapped and they were still looking for her.
Sighing, she rolled her eyes and relaxed her body visibly after getting herself dried and covered. She'd avoided looking at him the entire time she worked on making herself presentable and somewhat comfortable in the bullshit clothing he had to offer her. But once she felt decent, she turned back to him and for the first time, noticed all of the battle wounds he had displayed for her to see.
She coughed and cleared her throat, annoyance still clear on her features when she stopped checking out each and every single wound that was visible to her and finally looked back at his annoyingly brown doe-like eyes. "How am I supposed to trust that you will aid in this situation rather then be a hindrance?" She questioned suddenly, crossing and uncrossing her arms as she shifted between a number of emotions and hesitations before standing straighter as she made her mind.
With a couple of steps, she walked up to him boldly, stared up at him because of the clear height difference and had no intentions of backing out of what was about to be said. "Look at you, can't even make up your mind on the person you kidnapped and planned to tern in. Are you mindless? Do you follow money as loyally as a scout follows the scent? That's why you did it, right? That's why all of the trash that does this kind of job do it for anyway."
Breathing deeply, she looked at his chest and then back into his eyes. "But look at you, all big and mighty and can't even defend yourself. You've taken one hell of a beating and that only shows me one thing. I don't feel sorry for you, I don't feel sad. You're strong enough to not have died... But unfortunately for me, not strong enough to show me that you can even protect yourself. What did they offer in terms of money, hm? What is my head worth nowadays to you scumbags? Tell me and ill make another offer. One you can't refuse so you can sniff that money trail out of this room and my life. Out of this problem. That way..."
She smiled and shifted to the side, dragging her hand up his chest to trace one of the most obvious scars she saw in the area while giving him a look that resembled cockiness with an obvious flirty undertone. "... You can avoid another scar on that pretty toned chest of yours, mercenary."
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Post by Orfeo on Nov 4, 2017 22:02:42 GMT -5
Orfeo placed his hands on his hips and looked down at Ansel with a frown on his face. Was she always like this? Every time he opened his mouth to speak she only interrupted him or kept him from speaking to begin with, prattling in like a god damn talking parrot. He had to take a deep breath, deep because he needed to calm down his beating heart and the nerves that were shooting off like fireworks. So as she spoke he just kept eating what little was left of the sandwich. She didn't want to eat? Not his problem. But if she wasn't going to let him speak then by god he wasn't going to starve himself as the woman talked and talked and talked.
"Are you done?" he questioned, roughly pushing her hand away from his chest as he brushed past her to take as eat on a nearby chair. "Yes? Okay, good, because, obviously, you haven't paid a single ounce of attention to anything I've said. For example," he placed one hand on his knee and hunched over a bit, looking up at Ansel, hating the way the air around him felt exceptionally cold when it brushed against his damp skin. Nothing he could do about it now, but it sure as shit didn't stop him from hating the feeling. "I wasn't doing it for the money to begin with. Like I already told you, the mercenaries talking on and on and on about you like you're some god damn prize was starting to get really annoying. It took away from my peace and quiet. But they sure as shit were doing a terrible fucking job at finding you so I took matters into my own hands to find you myself." He smirked. "I just wanted to go one night having a nice drink without having your name be brought up a dozen times by a dozen different people."
"Hell, I don't even know what the fuck kind of reward they are offering. I sure as hell wouldn't care if they gave me five bucks and told me to fuck off, because, again, I'm not doing it for the money I'm doing it for myself." He shrugged, turning his hands upward. "You find me a better deal than my own personal peace and I'm all ears. Am I mindless, sure I am. If I thought everything out then I'd never get my ass off the seat. But do I follow money blindly? Na. I'm good on money. I just do whatever the fuck I want." He looked down, murmuring more to himself now. "And I kind of want some icecream now that I think about it." Orfeo shook his head again, sighing.
But then he laughed. "I don't need you to feel sorry for me. Whatever the hell would I want that for? Fuck off with that shit. What I need from you is to figure out what we're going to do about this little problem that I've dug myself into. Because when my problem is resolved, then so is yours. I'd much rather do this in a way that doesn't involve me dealing with one angry pack or the other. But, by all intents and purposes," he waved a hand to the front door, "take your shit and leave. See how long you last out there now that I've stirred a shitstorm in the hive. I give you two days, tops, before someone who has given this better thought than I have takes you the fuck out. Go on then." He rested back against the chair and crossed his arms. "All I want is out of this mess, and by that, I'm extending you the courtesy of getting you out of the shit you're in too. I am absolutely not guaranteeing success. But it's the better alternative for me, and it sure as hell seems like the better alternative for you. Unless you prefer to go out there and fucking die. Again, be my guest."
With no intention of stopping her if she decided to take on a death wish, Orfeo stood up and walked to the refrigerator. He threw the door open and hunched down to get a closer look inside, muttering angrily at himself that he'd again forgot to stock up milk or water.
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Post by Decoii on Nov 4, 2017 22:37:01 GMT -5
Ansel nodded at his reaction, turning around to be able to see him appropriately and not doing much of anything else, not even when he went towards the kitchen. In fact, it took her a small moment to collect herself and when she did, she found herself chuckling and placing her hand on her hips. "He complains about talking but spoke more then I've done in the last day." Scoffing, she threw her hands up and faced the mirror. "Idiot."
Her features fell natural as she observed what she looked like. Lips purple from the cold, eyes swollen and heavy. Blemishes and bruises and a split lip. The best she could do to fix her appearance was to scoop her wavy half dried hair towards the worst side of her face. "Ansel, you're kinda pretty." She told herself while rubbing at her cheeks to gain some natural color back into them. Once she came to the conclusion that she couldn't fix her appearance anymore then she had already done so, she left the bathroom and started digging through Orfeo's house.
First, she went into his room and found her discarded shoes. Putting them on quickly, she made sure she was covered and dressed enough to not freeze within 5 minutes of leaving his safe house. Noticing the lack of things in his room, she realized that she wasn't going to be lucky with finding much of anything that would benefit her.
Rolling her shoulders, she headed towards the kitchen, digging in the cabinets and then the kitchen drawers. "I'm feeling like I should be a decent human being today." She said to no one in specific as she dug through his kitchen and finally found his silverware. "I'm removing the problem from your life because as I've said, I don't trust people who can't even defend themselves."
Smiling, she picked up two medium sized knives because in all honesty, they were the two better looking ones in the drawer. "If I stay here, I have maybe a day before they kill me and you. If I leave with these as my weapons," She said while waving the pair of knives in the air, "I have two days, yes. However..." Placing them in her pocket, she grabbed two spoons and held them up in the air. "You'd be surprised what you can do when you use such a simple tool as a weapon." Waving them slightly in the air before she placed them in the opposite pocket.
"Well, I guess this is solving your personal issues all in one scoop. I'm freeing you of your problem, your life is your own damn responsibility... Oh! I'm even getting rid of your rusty silverware." She chirped happily before turning her back on him and heading towards the main entrance.
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Post by Orfeo on Nov 4, 2017 23:06:15 GMT -5
He listened as she started to rummage through his things, not really bothered by it because he came to the conclusion that, yes in fact she really was about to leave. For a second, Orfeo contemplated stopping her, even if it sounded like he was going back on what he had just said a few moments ago. Then he realized that, indeed, the woman had a death wish. If she really was out to get herself killed, then that was her decision.
"Have fun dealing with Derek," he commented casually as she turned to the door. "If you're going to steal my spoons then at the very least take a couple eyes out with them before you get yourself killed." He smirked, feeling in his pocket for the knife that was still there.
But it wasn't as simple as that, because the woman couldn't see that he still had to deal with all of this crap too. Not that it was going to change her mind, and not like he was going to try to change her mind either. People would know he had her and people would ask why he let her go, and then he'd have to deal with the shitstorm that came afterward. Hell, if she survived longer than two days, he might end up making things easier on her. Orfeo could already see himself having to deal with one group or the other. Yeah, if he didn't get himself killed, then he was definitely going to end up making things simpler for her to survive.
He closed the fridge and pulled up a chair, sat, and watched the front door as she walked off, waving a hand goodbye with a small smirk on his face. As small part of him expected her to turn around and rethink what she was doing, because she was either acting out of impulse or because she was being retarded. The better part of him said that, no, she wasn't going to come back, so he'd have to deal with shit on his own.
Orfeo shrugged, having fished out a tub of chocolate icecream from the freezer, and started eating slowly as he watched that front door. With nothing better to do, he just sat and watched and waiting for something and for nothing in particular either.
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