05-28-2007, 12:46 AM
(Before I begin, let me say I've talked to the character's roleplayers in question and this is totally accepted)
There was an odd haze to his vision. The sleep still heavy in his eyes, and he grimaced. He must not have slept very well last night, his body felt like it was moving in slow motion, like taffy was stuck to the bottom of his feet. He almost wished he had a few shots of coffee in place of bottles of water.
His hand reached out, and clutched at one of the branches in front of him. Fingers twisting around the moist leaves, they bunched between his knuckles as he drew them back. He was wet, tired, and a bit smelly. Could definitely use a shower, at his rate the smell would give him away before anything else.
As he moved into the clearing, his pace slowed. He could hear the footsteps of another, near the small body of water that was situated in the middle of the island. The sound of water being lifted and dropping again echoed. The Saiyan standing now, in the center of the clearing, totally exposed as he tried to use silence as his only cover.
He squinted, his face matted with a combination of sweat and morning moisture. His eyes strained, and he could make out a lithe hand. Following it down, he caught sight of an arm, scraped, scarred, but still holding that eternal feminine build and complexion. The back was turned to him, and he caught a view of her shoulders, her wet hair, and the flick of her tail before he realized who this was.
"I'M GOING TO WIN THIS FUCKING THING!" she bellowed loudly. "AND ANY OF YOU WHO THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME, THIS IS FOR YOU!"
She uncupped her hands from her mouth and proudly flipped the bird to the room at large.
"...." His hand braced itself to his forehead, and he sighed. Her. The half crazy, half insane, half looney psycho wench......but she had a nice butt. He slapped his hand over his face, and groaned. What the hell was he thinking? Boy was gonna get himself shot.
But then again....she was NAKED. And NAKED meant UNARMED! AHAHAH. HE WOULD BE VICTORIOUS IN NUDITY! Without much thought (be it from the poor sleep, the poor diet or the image of femme flesh), he lunged forward, flying through the air towards the unsuspecting bare booty-bits.
His hands extended to grab at the woman's neck. Instead, he was greeted by two hands, one on his face, and the other in his stomach, he was promptly smashed down onto the shore. Stones jamming into his back, and a palm wedged over his head.
That could have gone better. Much better. But luckily, he was still breathing, nothing broken. Now would be a good time to counter....except...the hands were removed, and Kol was greeted with a nose about an inch from his own.
"................hi."
The male Saiyan had expected no mercy, a quick stab, or shot in the head or throat, maybe a taunt and a bit of torture. Instead, he was getting a pair of deep, almost black brown eyes gazing down at him. "...." Her facial features were nothing more then a bemused smile, she already had him pinned and clearly out matched him at their regular powers.
Kol knew that much, and he also had a feeling that she might have been one of the ones that had one of those oh so mystical power ups. Although he was unaware she had already used it and was in the point of recovery.
ALL THAT ASIDE! THERE WERE BOOBS NEAR HIS FACE!
Of course, he couldn't really see them, and to be at level with the flatted Kollifum, Celipa was already half soaked under water. She gave a grin, and leaned in closer. Beads of sweat began to form on the male's face. 'Ohfuckshe'sgonnaeatmyface' was what ran through his head about three hundred times as he shut his eyes. Fake death would still hurt...wouldn't it?
But instead of instant death, he felt the warm press of something moist. His eyes shot open, and all he could see was the underside of a neck just below the chin. And then it clicked. BATTLEFIELD PASSION.
It was like something out of some forged porn magazine's 'Letters to the Editor' section. One second, death and murder, the next, nookie. It took him a fair deal of effort not to flee for the fear that this was some cruel trick, but it apparently wasn't. She withdrew, not a hint of malice on her features, her tail twitching against his cheek.
Her lips parted, and she spoke. "Wake up folks."
"....wha?" Was his response, the air in front of him seeming to blur. His body starting to twitch beneath his skin, the muscles rolling as if...
"I'm sure you've all been quite tired since we've been here a full 24 hours! But it's not anywhere near over!" Was the voice that echoed once more from her lips. But it wasn't her's, it was....AHSHITBUTTER.
His eyes split wide open, and he acked. His pupils were nearly the size of pin points, and he looked down to see a tiny set of beady black eyes looking back at him.
The top of the trees shook, and the early birds were shaken from their nests as a half yell, half scream echoed loud enough to ring the non-existent rafters. It did well enough to drown out the remaining explanation of the new stats that would be happening today. Buckled over on the ground, hands at his throat, and hacking, Kol didn't seem to care anyways.
THERE HAD BEEN PRIMATE IN HIS MOUTH! POSSIBLY TONGUE! His right hand grabbed his tongue between it's thumb and forefinger, stretching it out while he scrubbed it with a small wad of crust from the bread. Then, he rinsed his mouth out with some of the water before spitting it like acid.
HE WOULD NEVER BE CLEAN AGAIN!
His tongue extended, he aimed the barrel of the ki shotgun at it. ONE SHOT! JUST ONE! AND THEN IT WOULD BE ALL BETTER! CLEAN IT WITH FIRE! PURIFICATION THROUGH EVAPORATION IS THE ONLY WAY!
"F5
E8"
Shit. Right. He was in the middle of a war zone. He didn't have time to worry about getting frenched by a monkey! He could just buy a few gallons of mouth wash with his prize, then get so drunk off his ass, the ensuing brain damage would remove all memory of it.
That was the only way. That.....or shot gunning himself in the tongue.
Gunny is funny, but boozer is.................he'd just rather get drunk. I don't have to f*cking impress you people.
About twenty minutes, and a good deal of crying later, Kol dusted his hands off. Admiring his handy work, he looked about. Various traps set up in seperate positions, his hands stained with dirt, he cheeked his tongue.
Another day, another time to relax in a tree with a horny monkey. And hey, this time he decided to stay in a tree that was bearing FRUIT. More then just bread, and the monkey would stay the hell out of his sack...and hopefully his mouth....
Climbing back up into the bow of a new tree's branches, he settled in and linked his hands behind his head. Patience.
There was an odd haze to his vision. The sleep still heavy in his eyes, and he grimaced. He must not have slept very well last night, his body felt like it was moving in slow motion, like taffy was stuck to the bottom of his feet. He almost wished he had a few shots of coffee in place of bottles of water.
His hand reached out, and clutched at one of the branches in front of him. Fingers twisting around the moist leaves, they bunched between his knuckles as he drew them back. He was wet, tired, and a bit smelly. Could definitely use a shower, at his rate the smell would give him away before anything else.
As he moved into the clearing, his pace slowed. He could hear the footsteps of another, near the small body of water that was situated in the middle of the island. The sound of water being lifted and dropping again echoed. The Saiyan standing now, in the center of the clearing, totally exposed as he tried to use silence as his only cover.
He squinted, his face matted with a combination of sweat and morning moisture. His eyes strained, and he could make out a lithe hand. Following it down, he caught sight of an arm, scraped, scarred, but still holding that eternal feminine build and complexion. The back was turned to him, and he caught a view of her shoulders, her wet hair, and the flick of her tail before he realized who this was.
"I'M GOING TO WIN THIS FUCKING THING!" she bellowed loudly. "AND ANY OF YOU WHO THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME, THIS IS FOR YOU!"
She uncupped her hands from her mouth and proudly flipped the bird to the room at large.
"...." His hand braced itself to his forehead, and he sighed. Her. The half crazy, half insane, half looney psycho wench......but she had a nice butt. He slapped his hand over his face, and groaned. What the hell was he thinking? Boy was gonna get himself shot.
But then again....she was NAKED. And NAKED meant UNARMED! AHAHAH. HE WOULD BE VICTORIOUS IN NUDITY! Without much thought (be it from the poor sleep, the poor diet or the image of femme flesh), he lunged forward, flying through the air towards the unsuspecting bare booty-bits.
His hands extended to grab at the woman's neck. Instead, he was greeted by two hands, one on his face, and the other in his stomach, he was promptly smashed down onto the shore. Stones jamming into his back, and a palm wedged over his head.
That could have gone better. Much better. But luckily, he was still breathing, nothing broken. Now would be a good time to counter....except...the hands were removed, and Kol was greeted with a nose about an inch from his own.
"................hi."
The male Saiyan had expected no mercy, a quick stab, or shot in the head or throat, maybe a taunt and a bit of torture. Instead, he was getting a pair of deep, almost black brown eyes gazing down at him. "...." Her facial features were nothing more then a bemused smile, she already had him pinned and clearly out matched him at their regular powers.
Kol knew that much, and he also had a feeling that she might have been one of the ones that had one of those oh so mystical power ups. Although he was unaware she had already used it and was in the point of recovery.
ALL THAT ASIDE! THERE WERE BOOBS NEAR HIS FACE!
Of course, he couldn't really see them, and to be at level with the flatted Kollifum, Celipa was already half soaked under water. She gave a grin, and leaned in closer. Beads of sweat began to form on the male's face. 'Ohfuckshe'sgonnaeatmyface' was what ran through his head about three hundred times as he shut his eyes. Fake death would still hurt...wouldn't it?
But instead of instant death, he felt the warm press of something moist. His eyes shot open, and all he could see was the underside of a neck just below the chin. And then it clicked. BATTLEFIELD PASSION.
It was like something out of some forged porn magazine's 'Letters to the Editor' section. One second, death and murder, the next, nookie. It took him a fair deal of effort not to flee for the fear that this was some cruel trick, but it apparently wasn't. She withdrew, not a hint of malice on her features, her tail twitching against his cheek.
Her lips parted, and she spoke. "Wake up folks."
"....wha?" Was his response, the air in front of him seeming to blur. His body starting to twitch beneath his skin, the muscles rolling as if...
"I'm sure you've all been quite tired since we've been here a full 24 hours! But it's not anywhere near over!" Was the voice that echoed once more from her lips. But it wasn't her's, it was....AHSHITBUTTER.
His eyes split wide open, and he acked. His pupils were nearly the size of pin points, and he looked down to see a tiny set of beady black eyes looking back at him.
The top of the trees shook, and the early birds were shaken from their nests as a half yell, half scream echoed loud enough to ring the non-existent rafters. It did well enough to drown out the remaining explanation of the new stats that would be happening today. Buckled over on the ground, hands at his throat, and hacking, Kol didn't seem to care anyways.
THERE HAD BEEN PRIMATE IN HIS MOUTH! POSSIBLY TONGUE! His right hand grabbed his tongue between it's thumb and forefinger, stretching it out while he scrubbed it with a small wad of crust from the bread. Then, he rinsed his mouth out with some of the water before spitting it like acid.
HE WOULD NEVER BE CLEAN AGAIN!
His tongue extended, he aimed the barrel of the ki shotgun at it. ONE SHOT! JUST ONE! AND THEN IT WOULD BE ALL BETTER! CLEAN IT WITH FIRE! PURIFICATION THROUGH EVAPORATION IS THE ONLY WAY!
"F5
E8"
Shit. Right. He was in the middle of a war zone. He didn't have time to worry about getting frenched by a monkey! He could just buy a few gallons of mouth wash with his prize, then get so drunk off his ass, the ensuing brain damage would remove all memory of it.
That was the only way. That.....or shot gunning himself in the tongue.
Gunny is funny, but boozer is.................he'd just rather get drunk. I don't have to f*cking impress you people.
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About twenty minutes, and a good deal of crying later, Kol dusted his hands off. Admiring his handy work, he looked about. Various traps set up in seperate positions, his hands stained with dirt, he cheeked his tongue.
Another day, another time to relax in a tree with a horny monkey. And hey, this time he decided to stay in a tree that was bearing FRUIT. More then just bread, and the monkey would stay the hell out of his sack...and hopefully his mouth....
Climbing back up into the bow of a new tree's branches, he settled in and linked his hands behind his head. Patience.
The right to swing my fist ends where the other man's nose begins.
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