08-05-2013, 11:14 AM
She tilted her face back as though to get away from Cuddles’ fist or perhaps to tilt her chin defiantly. Behind the black liner and beneath the fluffy curls of her lashes were a pair of rather plain, but hardened eyes. Callously watching the condescending counting. She wanted to scream or hit him or something, but she stood there and took it. It was like swallowing battery acid, and she winced when he flicked her forehead, grinned a viperous grin, and made to explain himself.
Rune ground her molars, and the tendons in her throat rolled with tension. She was furious, but somehow kept it under control. By the grace of everything Uncle Seth taught her. She kept it under control...
Then Aria came in. Rune recognized her immediately, if not for the weapons the girl so insanely carried in the open like some crazy cosplayer... Of course, Rune was one to talk, but punk rock girls hiding in the spotlight can get away with a lot of crazy stuff because people like to jump to conclusions. But Aria was shy if anything, timid and withdrawn. Someone like that who saunters about with folded swords and wild west revolvers was going to stick in people’s memories. And Rune didn’t live the life she did so she could be on the cover of superhero magazine. She did it to keep people safe. So other kids could grow up with their mothers around. She didn't want people to remember her.
Rune kept Aria in her periphery, but her fury slithered into pure shock at the girl’s request.
”A bath?!” Rune exclaimed. ”Did you not hear what he said?!” Cultists?! Fanatics?! He thinks we’re a joke. Rune turned back to Hood, the temper in her voice rising steadily.
”You think all this is a joke?! That we’re gamers who can’t get off on first person shooters anymore so we take to the streets?! Go ahead and insult us. But you know nothing.” She tsk’d a disgusted sort of sound, then glared at Aria. Simply because the girl wasn’t taking a stand. You’re an Atharim Hunter! Be strong!
But she was only taking her frustration with this cocky bastard out on Aria, who was probably the smarter of the pair of them to not ruffle the man’s feathers. She was also taking out her frustration that he’d so easily taken her to the cleaners. But Rune didn’t care. She wasn’t going to let him intimidate her, even if he could smoke her one on one.
”Let her have her bath, you can give us the tour later. We won’t leave until after dark.” She turned back to the door, ”I’m going to go buy some real beer.” She kicked the discarded bottle from before out of the way of the door and left. Let him spit insults their way all he wants, but not at the Atharim.
She was gone about half an hour only to return with a six-pack of PBR cans dripping with condensation, one of which was missing from the plastic rings, and a duffel bag slung across her shoulders.
She landed on the patio, dumped the heavy bag on the ground and sat on the first step, popped a second can open and chugged.
Rune ground her molars, and the tendons in her throat rolled with tension. She was furious, but somehow kept it under control. By the grace of everything Uncle Seth taught her. She kept it under control...
Then Aria came in. Rune recognized her immediately, if not for the weapons the girl so insanely carried in the open like some crazy cosplayer... Of course, Rune was one to talk, but punk rock girls hiding in the spotlight can get away with a lot of crazy stuff because people like to jump to conclusions. But Aria was shy if anything, timid and withdrawn. Someone like that who saunters about with folded swords and wild west revolvers was going to stick in people’s memories. And Rune didn’t live the life she did so she could be on the cover of superhero magazine. She did it to keep people safe. So other kids could grow up with their mothers around. She didn't want people to remember her.
Rune kept Aria in her periphery, but her fury slithered into pure shock at the girl’s request.
”A bath?!” Rune exclaimed. ”Did you not hear what he said?!” Cultists?! Fanatics?! He thinks we’re a joke. Rune turned back to Hood, the temper in her voice rising steadily.
”You think all this is a joke?! That we’re gamers who can’t get off on first person shooters anymore so we take to the streets?! Go ahead and insult us. But you know nothing.” She tsk’d a disgusted sort of sound, then glared at Aria. Simply because the girl wasn’t taking a stand. You’re an Atharim Hunter! Be strong!
But she was only taking her frustration with this cocky bastard out on Aria, who was probably the smarter of the pair of them to not ruffle the man’s feathers. She was also taking out her frustration that he’d so easily taken her to the cleaners. But Rune didn’t care. She wasn’t going to let him intimidate her, even if he could smoke her one on one.
”Let her have her bath, you can give us the tour later. We won’t leave until after dark.” She turned back to the door, ”I’m going to go buy some real beer.” She kicked the discarded bottle from before out of the way of the door and left. Let him spit insults their way all he wants, but not at the Atharim.
She was gone about half an hour only to return with a six-pack of PBR cans dripping with condensation, one of which was missing from the plastic rings, and a duffel bag slung across her shoulders.
She landed on the patio, dumped the heavy bag on the ground and sat on the first step, popped a second can open and chugged.