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tampered2007-02-18 07:51 pm
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Log; On-going
When; February 18th, Wrath Day
Rating; (Changed to)R for violence, Nat's magic of doom, and Faye's foul mouth.
Characters; Nathaniel (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
natty_boy) and Faye (glock30) and, later, Kitty (kittyjones
Summary; Nathaniel just doesn't know when to shut up and Faye just doesn't know when to hold back.
Log;
When she was looking for something or someone, Faye didn't so much run as she did stomp. Her boots clacked loudly against the flooring of the stairs, her gun clicking and tapping against the inside of her thigh, the hidden pocket of her sweater. She'd have to lose the damn red thing if she wanted to aim right while moving, but she didn't think it would come to aiming. Another punch or two in Nathaniel's stupid, sniveling face and that would probably be that.
She didn't know what it was, why she was feeling like she just needed to anticipate the explosion of a gunshot in her fingers, why it had to be Nathaniel getting the brunt of it. Well... that was a bit of an understatement. Faye knew perfectly well why Nathaniel was getting the brunt of it, but she liked to think that it was an entirely personal reason and that she was doing it to make herself feel better. And she was. So, really it all worked out in the end.
Climbing the last flight of stairs--hardly winded--Faye shoved open the door to the roof with a hard push from her shoulder, barely wincing as the pressure jarred her shoulder. She came out with her Glock cocked and her finger poised on the trigger, tense and waiting.
Rating; (Changed to)R for violence, Nat's magic of doom, and Faye's foul mouth.
Characters; Nathaniel (
natty_boy) and Faye (glock30) and, later, Kitty (kittyjonesSummary; Nathaniel just doesn't know when to shut up and Faye just doesn't know when to hold back.
Log;
When she was looking for something or someone, Faye didn't so much run as she did stomp. Her boots clacked loudly against the flooring of the stairs, her gun clicking and tapping against the inside of her thigh, the hidden pocket of her sweater. She'd have to lose the damn red thing if she wanted to aim right while moving, but she didn't think it would come to aiming. Another punch or two in Nathaniel's stupid, sniveling face and that would probably be that.
She didn't know what it was, why she was feeling like she just needed to anticipate the explosion of a gunshot in her fingers, why it had to be Nathaniel getting the brunt of it. Well... that was a bit of an understatement. Faye knew perfectly well why Nathaniel was getting the brunt of it, but she liked to think that it was an entirely personal reason and that she was doing it to make herself feel better. And she was. So, really it all worked out in the end.
Climbing the last flight of stairs--hardly winded--Faye shoved open the door to the roof with a hard push from her shoulder, barely wincing as the pressure jarred her shoulder. She came out with her Glock cocked and her finger poised on the trigger, tense and waiting.
no subject
But a little bit better than terrible was still... pretty terrible.
The anger surged once more as he imitated Nathaniel. "How dare you," she spat out, fury etched on her face. She swallowed audibly, struggling to keep her emotions under control, opening and closing her fists as she willed her muscles to stop being so bloody tense. It didn't work. "You did deserve it. And you deserve a whole lot more."
She wanted him to hurt for what he said to her. What he'd done to her. Kitty was never one to let something go, to back out of a fight, to lose when she knew how to win. And she knew one thing that would truly anger him. "Research? Knowledge? Like what, Mandrake? The Gate?"
Her voice taking on a mocking tone, she smiled coldly, "Funny that one of the most complex spells in the history of mankind should be carried out by a commoner. Funny that you should fail. Not so clever after all, are you?"