05-31-2008, 11:48 PM
Shift. In cars, it’s the mechanism that changes your speed. In life…it’s a clammy hand on your shoulder that ushers your soul in a completely different direction. It wasn’t just a friendly push tonight, it was Chuck Norris round-housing her across the room. She’d shifted tonight, opened herself up enough to feel the pleasure of another’s company a little more intimate than mere small talk. She’d felt again. It was like the blossoming of a flower bud in spring, if you watched, you’d miss it completely. Tonight, however, she didn’t miss it.
She could feel the ghostly impressions of his fingers as they clutched her so possessively against him, feeling his skin move against hers as it responded to the soft touch. His lips tasted like Chardonnay, intoxicatingly sweet and mellow against her tongue as she drank from his bronzed cup. She was drunk off that kiss; a slow, hazy smile lifted to her rosy lips as she recalled the sweet sensation. It was good, no, it was amazing. It turned her on to the point where he invaded her thoughts like a virus, overwriting everything else that she should be thinking about. Like her survival.
It was hard to tack the events that had compelled this attraction, as there were far too many to have inspired her sudden decision. It had to be done, though; she had to let him know that not only did she not lack courage, but that some small part of her cared for him. The message was clear: if he didn’t get it, then she knew that these emotions were wrong. She was hoping she wasn’t wrong, because how could something like that be a mistake?
Since her arrival in the Barracks, two others had joined them, a weird green skinned chick with buttery yellow hair, and Kirano. Hell, she hadn’t seen him in, what? Three years? Shooting her troubled thoughts to the wind, Violet decided it would be better to try to concentrate on her current company than to think about Bardock. It would do her a lot of good to just let him have his own space, as she most definitely needed hers.
“It’s been a while, Kirano. How’s life been treating you since we massacred the Red Stallions?” Vi pulled her knees to her chest as she watched the inebriated man stumble over his words, trying desperately to remember what the hell she was talking about.
“Red what?” he mumbled, staring at her with his foggy wandering eyes. “You mean where we…”
“It was the last time Civil Unrest teamed up outside of Dante’s Abyss. Surely, you couldn’t forget it, Piccolo ended up spirit bombing them bitches.” She offered. “What happened to you guys? I mean, not Zangya or Celipa, because last I checked, I was the only reigning female in the house.” She shot a venomous glare towards the two girls in question. No one intruded upon her domain. She was the lioness of this fucking pride.
“I have a son.” Kirano stated clearly, as if the thought of his child wiped away some of the effects of his intoxication. “And just you know, around.”
It seemed they’ve all been ‘around’. “Yeah, same here, minus the whole ‘kid’ thing.” Vi chuckled. “Just a little more around than I’d like to be.”
“Where have you been, by the way, Vi? I haven’t seen you since our excursion in space a while back ago.” Seventeen asked, a familiar shine sparkled in his ebony eyes. He was referring back to when she tried to kill them both when she went on a depressed rampage in space. She had a lot to thank him for, but that’ll all come later. Regaling her brothers in tales of her exploits seemed a hell of a lot more interesting.
“Me and Jackie, and some crazy bitch, oh, what’s her name? Bulma? She worked for Capsule Corp or some shit, but we took down Red Ribbon. Still can’t shake the crazies that keep trying to kill me.” Violet smiled. “In fact, we got one that needs taken care of after the game.”
“We?” Seventeen’s interest piqued. “You still keep in touch with Jackie Chun?”
Shaking her head, she replied, “I haven’t heard from him since then, really. I am referring to someone else.” Her cheeks colored to a deep, rosy hue as she recalled how she left the flustered Saiyan back at the arcade.
“Oh? Who?”
“Ironically, we all met him during Dante’s Abyss a few years ago. Remember when Ragnarok Black ganged up on us?”
‘teen nodded, he remembered, alright. Fuckers took out half their team. “Don’t tell me you’re here with that cosmetically challenged asshole that won that year.”
She shook her head, a nervous smile touching her lips. “Nope. I’m here with his pops, the guy that won last year’s game. Funny, huh?”
OOC: Bleh.
She could feel the ghostly impressions of his fingers as they clutched her so possessively against him, feeling his skin move against hers as it responded to the soft touch. His lips tasted like Chardonnay, intoxicatingly sweet and mellow against her tongue as she drank from his bronzed cup. She was drunk off that kiss; a slow, hazy smile lifted to her rosy lips as she recalled the sweet sensation. It was good, no, it was amazing. It turned her on to the point where he invaded her thoughts like a virus, overwriting everything else that she should be thinking about. Like her survival.
It was hard to tack the events that had compelled this attraction, as there were far too many to have inspired her sudden decision. It had to be done, though; she had to let him know that not only did she not lack courage, but that some small part of her cared for him. The message was clear: if he didn’t get it, then she knew that these emotions were wrong. She was hoping she wasn’t wrong, because how could something like that be a mistake?
Since her arrival in the Barracks, two others had joined them, a weird green skinned chick with buttery yellow hair, and Kirano. Hell, she hadn’t seen him in, what? Three years? Shooting her troubled thoughts to the wind, Violet decided it would be better to try to concentrate on her current company than to think about Bardock. It would do her a lot of good to just let him have his own space, as she most definitely needed hers.
“It’s been a while, Kirano. How’s life been treating you since we massacred the Red Stallions?” Vi pulled her knees to her chest as she watched the inebriated man stumble over his words, trying desperately to remember what the hell she was talking about.
“Red what?” he mumbled, staring at her with his foggy wandering eyes. “You mean where we…”
“It was the last time Civil Unrest teamed up outside of Dante’s Abyss. Surely, you couldn’t forget it, Piccolo ended up spirit bombing them bitches.” She offered. “What happened to you guys? I mean, not Zangya or Celipa, because last I checked, I was the only reigning female in the house.” She shot a venomous glare towards the two girls in question. No one intruded upon her domain. She was the lioness of this fucking pride.
“I have a son.” Kirano stated clearly, as if the thought of his child wiped away some of the effects of his intoxication. “And just you know, around.”
It seemed they’ve all been ‘around’. “Yeah, same here, minus the whole ‘kid’ thing.” Vi chuckled. “Just a little more around than I’d like to be.”
“Where have you been, by the way, Vi? I haven’t seen you since our excursion in space a while back ago.” Seventeen asked, a familiar shine sparkled in his ebony eyes. He was referring back to when she tried to kill them both when she went on a depressed rampage in space. She had a lot to thank him for, but that’ll all come later. Regaling her brothers in tales of her exploits seemed a hell of a lot more interesting.
“Me and Jackie, and some crazy bitch, oh, what’s her name? Bulma? She worked for Capsule Corp or some shit, but we took down Red Ribbon. Still can’t shake the crazies that keep trying to kill me.” Violet smiled. “In fact, we got one that needs taken care of after the game.”
“We?” Seventeen’s interest piqued. “You still keep in touch with Jackie Chun?”
Shaking her head, she replied, “I haven’t heard from him since then, really. I am referring to someone else.” Her cheeks colored to a deep, rosy hue as she recalled how she left the flustered Saiyan back at the arcade.
“Oh? Who?”
“Ironically, we all met him during Dante’s Abyss a few years ago. Remember when Ragnarok Black ganged up on us?”
‘teen nodded, he remembered, alright. Fuckers took out half their team. “Don’t tell me you’re here with that cosmetically challenged asshole that won that year.”
She shook her head, a nervous smile touching her lips. “Nope. I’m here with his pops, the guy that won last year’s game. Funny, huh?”
OOC: Bleh.
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