Post by Adrian 'Addi' Anton on Jun 2, 2011 13:08:31 GMT -4
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i've been a bad, bad girl,
Addi had been looking around for something... nice. Something that she could take with her whenever she went out. You know, going to sites, trying to get something worth while enough to sell when she was back in Rustboro. Or wherever for that matter. She traveled on a rig with Dem'yan, her sister 'Chelle, and her.. kinda boyfriend Sketch. Needless to say, with the list of aforementioned travelers, she needed to get away from them every now and again. And while she was the Scout, meaning, she got to ride around and Scout out new places before the rest of them got there, she still felt stifled a lot of the time.
Her more crass and raunchy mannerisms weren't always greeted that well by Dem'yan. Primarily because he was a little old school in some ways. She was all for frivolous sex, he wasn't... 'Chelle and Sketch were always going at it, which made her all the more frustrated that it has been over two years since the last time she had a roll in the hay. And Dem'yan, didn't quite appreciate her advances. He was a strange man in that regard. Most Raiders would have loved to have her throw herself at them. Hell, most anyone would be. But he refused her. Whatever. Probably because he didn't want his heartstrings getting tied up with his cock.
That, she could understand. She mused to herself about their travels and their latest finds as she looked around the wracks. There was so much to choose from. Bringing her thumb to her lips, she began chewing on her cuticle; something that she always did when she was thinking. Her heels made a pleasant clicking noise against the concrete floor of the store as she moved through the aisles swiftly. Needless to say, the rest of the world was a little dead to her. When she was in front of weapons, she was exactly like her father; focused, and in dire need of a change of underpants.
She finally decided to drag her gaze up, only to realize that there was an Old Blood in the store. She wrinkled her nose. She always hated Old Bloods, especially after what they had done to her parents. It wasn't often that she saw one outside of the walls of the Coven of course. There was a bit of curiosity there, but for the most part, there was simply anger. Should she mess with the girl? Of course.
She sauntered toward the woman, a fake plastic smiled across her face. "What'cha lookin' for, Leech?" she asked, keeping the traditional tone of a Raider as she folded her arms across her chest. "I can't imagine you'd be needing something to blow somebodies head off when you've got knives in your mouth." Alright, maybe she wasn't as subtle as she thought.
Her more crass and raunchy mannerisms weren't always greeted that well by Dem'yan. Primarily because he was a little old school in some ways. She was all for frivolous sex, he wasn't... 'Chelle and Sketch were always going at it, which made her all the more frustrated that it has been over two years since the last time she had a roll in the hay. And Dem'yan, didn't quite appreciate her advances. He was a strange man in that regard. Most Raiders would have loved to have her throw herself at them. Hell, most anyone would be. But he refused her. Whatever. Probably because he didn't want his heartstrings getting tied up with his cock.
That, she could understand. She mused to herself about their travels and their latest finds as she looked around the wracks. There was so much to choose from. Bringing her thumb to her lips, she began chewing on her cuticle; something that she always did when she was thinking. Her heels made a pleasant clicking noise against the concrete floor of the store as she moved through the aisles swiftly. Needless to say, the rest of the world was a little dead to her. When she was in front of weapons, she was exactly like her father; focused, and in dire need of a change of underpants.
She finally decided to drag her gaze up, only to realize that there was an Old Blood in the store. She wrinkled her nose. She always hated Old Bloods, especially after what they had done to her parents. It wasn't often that she saw one outside of the walls of the Coven of course. There was a bit of curiosity there, but for the most part, there was simply anger. Should she mess with the girl? Of course.
She sauntered toward the woman, a fake plastic smiled across her face. "What'cha lookin' for, Leech?" she asked, keeping the traditional tone of a Raider as she folded her arms across her chest. "I can't imagine you'd be needing something to blow somebodies head off when you've got knives in your mouth." Alright, maybe she wasn't as subtle as she thought.
473, Outfit, i'm freezing my ass off. D8
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