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Post by Bogwoppit on Apr 15, 2009 17:57:26 GMT
Lake took a slow, nonchalant step backwards and leaned against the wall beside the window as she let loose her tirade. Casually, he reached down into his breast pocket and brought out a pack of cigerettes, shaking one loose and flipping it into his mouth one-handed. With the other he took his lighter from the packet and lit up, drawing a deep satisfying breath inwards as he put lighter and packet back away. He smirked around the cigerette, then took it out of his mouth as he studied the admittedly gorgeous woman before him, his head tipped slightly to one side. Why did beautiful women always have to spout such crap? he wondered idly as she continued along the same vein. Always so up themselves, always thinking the world owed them a living... And who the fuck did she think she was looking him up and down like that, like he was some sort of fucking tramp? Fuck! They'd just saved her precious fucking city and her precious fucking arse from being savaged by one of them fucking monsters out there, and here she was talking to him like he was shit. His blue eyes lost their amused sparkle and he looked at her blankly as she continued. Pushing himself away from the wall he looked down at her dispassionately. No doubt the stuck-up tart was used to men jumping to her every fucking whim, but she was about to learn that here was one who wasn't so easily swayed by a pretty face. "You didn't say the magic word," he intoned quietly, his blood-and-dirt-smeared face expressionless as he stared her down with a dead-eyed gaze. Seriously, what the fuck was it with women these days? He'd had enough of fucking Thrace giving him shit without another one starting. He needed a drink, and bad. As he faced Elendur down he felt his hands begin to tremble, and put his cigerette back in his mouth so that she wouldn't notice it shaking. |
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Post by Bogwoppit on Apr 15, 2009 22:31:27 GMT
Oh that was just cruel! The Major and Kawalsky going off and leaving her on her own with the Elf again! It seemed that however much she tried to avoid the creature Fate had decreed that they should always find themselves in one another's company. The tall man, Kawalsky, had seemed to look at her a little... sadly? Regretfully? However it was, he had seemed not to be able to meet her eyes. And the wound in his thigh! That was very strange indeed. He should have been in agony with such an injury - men of Rohan were renowned for their strength but even Eomer would have been brought low by an Orc arrow through tissue and muscle such as this man had! And yet Kawalsky... John, had walked away into a room with Major West with a barely discernible limp. What was the affliction which made his eyes glow with that eery light, that it also made him impervious to pain? As the door closed behind the two men, Eledhwen had no choice but to turn to meet the inscrutable gaze of the imposing presence behind her. Her whole being seemed to be tuned in to him, every nerve end tingling as she sensed him watching her. Defiantly she raised her chin and squared her shoulders as he walked slowly towards her. She was determined this time to remain unmoved by him... by the sound of his voice as he spoke which said so much more than his words alone, the tilt of his lips as he smiled that small infuriating smile which seemed to say he knew everything about her, the scent of his skin as he walked around her and stood so close behind her she could feel the warmth of his body - the scent of earth, and trees, and maleness... No, she would not be intoxicated by him and his spells this time. She was so tense that had he touched her then she would have shattered into a million pieces, a thousand tiny muscles jumping beneath every inch of exposed skin as she felt him watching her. She seethed in silent hatred because she knew she was too weak - too human - to resist him, all the while drawn by some invisible force to turn to face him, to touch him, to feel his hands upon her once again. Her own hand tingled with the memory of his earlier touch, and she drew in a shaky breath. "I... I..." she began, but the very closeness of him rid her mind of all coherent thought. This was not right! She should not be so affected by one of their kind. A tiny unlooked for thought began to form in her dazzled mind - that if she was thus affected, then perhaps her father, a mere man, had had even less resistance and therefore could not be blamed for his lapse in judgment. Still, that did not excuse the She-Elf witch. They must know the effect they have on humans, and so she should have avoided the risk... just as Haldir should avoid it now! "No!" Eledhwen stepped away and spun to face the tall presence behind her, scowling fiercely. But it was not in reply to his question, more a denial of what she felt at his close proximity. She thought for a moment on what he had asked of her. Could he possibly truly know what was in her heart? And if she lied now, would he know that too? In truth, the sight of the slaughter this day had changed her a little. She had never before witnessed fighting on such a scale, and it did indeed make her own problems seem petty and childish. Her ultimate aim was unchanged, but if this evil was allowed to flourish then there would be no Middle-Earth left to come back to once she had achieved it. "Yes," she continued at last, raising her gaze to look deep into his eyes. "I want to help, to bring about the destruction of the evil which threatens our land once again." |
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Post by Bogwoppit on Apr 16, 2009 12:43:24 GMT
At first, and to his surprise considering the way she had acted last night, Boromir thought the young woman was about to refuse his offer. He frowned as she began to shake her head, and he lifted his hand away from the wall to stand upright before her, summoning the dregs of his pride. Something - some one - had caught her eye behind him, he was sure of it. Just before she spoke her tawny eyes had widened briefly as she looked beyond him, and her whole demeanor changed in that instant. Boromir resisted the urge to glance behind him however, merely wondering if perhaps it was the surly one... Lake, who had her changing her mind. His mouth twitched upwards into a satisfied smile as she stepped up to his chest, and he tilted his head in a playful fashion. "I most certainly do..." he mused quietly, and reached up a gloved hand to touch her jaw lightly. "Shall we say... one hour, in my quarters? I will have some food brought up for us too. I am in no mood for the noise of the dining hall tonight. I would rather..." As he was speaking he bent his head towards hers, so that his lips were mere inches from hers. "... get to know you better," he finished, leaning his arm against the wall once more, this time almost enclosing her in his embrace as he dropped his gaze to her mouth. Mark watched, frozen to the spot, a fierce scowl dropping over his normally placid features. He knew he should move away, shouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing he was witnessing this, but he was rooted to the ground. She was doing it on purpose, he knew that much, just the way she always used to when they were supposedly together. How often had he walked in on her and another young, burly airman in some form of compromising situation? How often had she just laughed it off when he confronted her? How often had she deliberately flaunted it in his face, probably laughing at him with whoever the latest conquest was the minute he turned his back... Well, no more. They weren't together any more. He did not have to put up and shut up, silently torturing himself over his ridiculous hope that he could change her. He needed to talk to her, and talk to her he would. "Katee!" he called sharply, just as the great shaggy bear she was talking to bent his head towards her. Striding along the corridor he stopped just behind the big man, watching Thrace carefully. He never used to know quite how to handle her - never knew quite what she would do in any given situation, and he was none the wiser now, not with the benefit of hindsight, nor with the knowledge that she no longer held power over him. At least, not officially. "Katee, I think we should talk," he stated, with a confidence he did not feel. Glancing sideways at Boromir he felt his resolve shrivel and die. The bearded man looked as though he could cheerfully throttle him where he stood. |
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Post by Pinkie on Apr 16, 2009 13:27:47 GMT
 Kawalsky sat down as gestured to by his CO. His shoulders slumped but not out of tiredness. He was just ... weary. He tried so hard to be normal and would have loved nothing more than to continue fighting by West and Lake's side during teh battle but there was always something that came up that meant he had to be abnormal. He couldn't resent it either though because it usually gave the team the upper hand. No one expected a werewolf in the midst. The man hung his head limply and brushed the backs of his fingers against his eyebrow, feeling dried blood crackle and dust downwards over his cheek as he did so. His yellow eyes looked ruefully at the arrow in his leg. Oh he felt the pain of it, how could he not? But the pain was tolerable. Kawalsky braced himself as West positioned himself the best to get the arrow out. He licked his bottom lip and looked around the man's body, grimacing at the knife the CO held. He took a breath and waited... The pain, already tolerable, became a little less so. Kawalsky grunted and slammed his back against the chair, tipping his head up to the ceiling. His Adam's apple bobbed vividly against his skin and his long fingers dug into the arms of the chair causing the wood to creak ominously. He felt the knife edge scrape against the arrow head and grit his teeth together more out of an uncomfortable awkward feeling than any real pain. But before he knew it the arrow head was sliding out and the pressure was lessening on his thigh. Kawalsky huffed out a breath and rubbed a shaky hand against the back of his neck where beads of sweat had started to form. West turned and handed him a cloth, a bandana. Kawalsky took it without a word and stuffed it down against the oozing wound, glancing up sideways at his CO. Kawalsky gave a lopsided, sudden smile when West asked him if he would need stitches. "Nah..." he murmured, lifting the cloth to look at the wound. It was raised, angry looking and deep but it would heal well enough the man knew. Eyes which shimmered golden peered up at West as he once again complimented him. John... The name didn't really fit him anymore, Kawalsky thought. John was the guy next door who worked in the call centre downtown. John bought groceries at Target and ate with friends in sports bars at the weekend. John didn't turn huge, hairy and werewolf every other week. John was normal. The compliment was appreciated though and the tall Lieutenant nodded his head thoughtfully, smacking his lips together. "Thank you Sir." he said huskily and rose to his feet, a little unsteady but just testing the strength of his wounded leg before sitting again. He shook out the bandana and started to wind it around the wound on hsi thigh, tying the knot over the wound itself for added pressure. "Speaking of which - any news from that ... " the obvious distasted that Kawalsky had for the Elf was evident in how his lip curled slightly and his sharp yellow eyes peered off towards teh door, knowing that the man in question was out there. "... Did you get anything more from the 'Elf'?" he asked with a lopsided, mirthless smile as he looked up at his CO. "He seems to know more than what he's letting on, Sir." Kawalsky added with a caustic tone. It was no secret that he did not hold any love in his heart for aliens, especially those with a superiority complex like the blonde elf seemed to possess. Kawalsky was rational... for the most part. It didn't help that he was acutely aware of Eledhwen's distaste for the Elf too. Granted she was an alien, technically, but she was much more human. |
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Post by Pinkie on Apr 16, 2009 13:44:45 GMT
 There was something very insolent about this man. He was dirty, grimey and he seemed to not know his proper place. Or rather, he did not know Elendur's proper place. The man was busy lighting an odd looking, narrow pipe as she spoke and Elendur's sharp eyes looked from the pipe to the man disdainfully. Just who did he think he was to not give his full attention when she was speaking to him?! The woman knew that she was not dressed as the daughter of the Steward should naturally be but in telling this man who she was it should have illicted some sort of other reaction than the one of disdain he seemed to be formulating. Elendur stood with her chest rising and falling hard, her body stiff and rigid as she tried not to quiver under the heady scrutiny of his blue eyes. When he pushed off away from the wall the blonde gave a short gasp of surprise and tilted her head up defiantly as he came to stand before her, looking down on her dispassionately. The blonde gasped and blinked back sudden tears of frustration. She lifted a hand to her chest and took a step backwards, tossing her other hand back against her blonde locks to push them out of her way as she glared at this cretin. "Magic... ? What are you talking about?!" she squeaked indignantly, totally unused to her orders being disobeyed. Totally unused to a man not doing as she bid him! Elendur had been sheltered in the citadel, she had been coddled and protected from the outside world. The men who she came into contact with were all educated men, most were noble men. And if they were not then she was usually in the company of her father or brothers and tehy would not allow any man to speak to her as this man was, let alone look at her the way he was. Elendur mustered her dignity and pulled her shoulders back, her pretty face still defiant but there was a quaver to her voice as she spoke. "Get out of my way...!" she snapped and stalked past him, her bare feet slapping against the cold stone floor as she strutted to the door. She pulled open the door adn was about to step outside but there in front of her was the dead body of one of the Gondorian guards, an arrow shot straight through his eye, his tongue, thick and dry, hanging out one side of his mouth. Elendur gasped in horror and backed into the room blindly, a hand to her chest, the other to her mouth, her eyes rivetted to the dead man's face. And she kept backing up until she backed into Lake. Another surprised gasp and she whirled around, her already pale face turning ashen, tears bubbling in her eyes. "He's dead!" she screeched at Lake, pointing towards the corpse of the Gondorian guard outside the door. |
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Post by Pinkie on Apr 16, 2009 20:47:29 GMT
 Haldir, like any other Elf, did not need to make an effort to be intriguing or beguiling. Humans were the ones who were flawed, they were the ones who were doomed ever to find creatures more beautiful, ancient and magnificent than themselvse to be arresting. Yes, men fell in love with She-Elfs ... and how could they not? They were the most beautiful of creatuers that Middle Earth could boast. They were graceful and lithe, intelligent and whimsical. Women, human women, were drawn to the subtle masculine strength of Elf-men. By mere presence alone Haldir radiated security and safety that was not limited to this world or this lifetime only. Of course Haldir was a little different in that he was quite aloof from humans. He would rather the company of his own people but he knew his place in the great, grand scheme of the Middle Earth's history and he knew the heavy burden that lay atop his broad shoulders. He was intrigued by this little spitfire woman. She resented him, the feeling of her anger at him burned him, it seared him. Haldir wished to teach her a lesson of sorts. For some reason, for some unknown reason, she was to play a part in this game and she had pitted herself against him before she ever knew that he existed in Gondor. Aloof yes, but Haldir was not ignorant or vain enough to think that this wealth of emotion was purely for him or for his benefit. This was something much larger - this was between men and Elves. How quaint. The Elf's earthy eyes watched the woman as she became enthralled by him even for the shortest length of time. He felt the barest touch of a sad smile about his lips. He had thought she would be harder to break than that, than by merely being close to her. He may not have admitted it, but Haldir had been looking forward to the challenge of Eledhwen, in showing her the true cause and purpose of Elves. And just when he was about to give up on her challenging him she rallied! His smile was mocking when she said 'no' then corrected it with a 'yes'. Haldir tilted his head to the side, his brow furrowing ever so slightly at her inability to sort out her own emotions and resolutions. Typically human, he had to admit. But at least she had not swayed to his song for long - she rallied now and he thrived upon the passion of it. Oh how dead his life had seemed these past two years waiting.. waiting more. And now he had his heroes in place, the Dark Lord was rising once more and this tiny mortal flared before him, challenging. It envigorated him though it was hard to tell from his cool expression. Haldir was quiet a while, thinking on her words. His earthy eyes did not leave her face though and his head remained tilted to one side. The battle had barely dishevelled his appearance though there was the hint of a smudge down his cheek - a smudge that added only more beauty to his appearance. He had no reason to doubt the girl but he was not yet finished pushing her, taunting her. Pale teeth were visible between his red lips as the Elf ran his tongue against his incisors. He then took a breath and lifted a graceful hand, his long, elegant fingers almost translucent as he brought them to within an inch of touching her stubborn jaw. " Our land?" he asked softly, "The evil which threatens our land. That is quite beautiful Eledhwen. Would that be our land? As in mine and yours...?" his smile was not mocking but it was not true either, his cool fingers not touching her skin, not daring to - but he moved his hand further away from himself, closer to her, gently moving strands of her dark, curly hair from her neck. "My people no longer walk this Middle Earth." the Elf's fingers curled into his palm and his hand moved back towards his own face, his knuckles resting beneath his rounded chin as he looked down at the girl, almost looking through her. "But they are threatened by this same evil. Fate?" he queried with a lopsided smile that held no true warmth and his eyes, though downcast to her face, looked beyond her. |
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Post by Pinkie on Apr 16, 2009 23:46:05 GMT
 Thrace knew that it was wrong to taunt Mark. In all honesty she didn't want to hurt him. It was just so much easier to do this than to admit that she still felt anything for him. It was easier than showing weakness and admitting that she still cared for him, that she was sorry that she couldn't be a good mum for Molly and a good partner for him. Being a bitch came naturally to the blonde. She could do it without thinking - and alot of the time that is precisely what people saw - Thrace acting without thinking. This particular act now though was concerted, it was deliberate and the one aim in mind was to hurt Mark because he had hurt her. West would do his nut if he could see her now! Thrace smirked up at Boromir, not denying him the touch on her jaw but not allowing him any other sway over her. She did not react to that touch but merely smirked a little broader. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Mark's reaction as Boromir touched her jaw with such familiarity. Her stomach knotted and her heart began to race. Thrace loved nothing more than this right now - this feeling of vitality, blood surging through her veins - risk, danger, the potential for hurt and damage. Her eyes sparkled brightly and her cheeks were flushed with a healthy shade of pink. As she took a breath to tell Boromir yes she would meet him in an hour, Mark interrupted - Katee... he was the only person on this damn planet that would call her that and in that tone. It was scolding, disapproving and reproachful. The blonde poked her tongue stiffly against the back of her teeth but did not move her eyes from Boromir's face. Their lips were still close but she knew that they would not kiss, not here and not like this. She nodded her head and pressed a chaste finger to Boromir's lips which were set to displeasure at the interruption. "An hour." she told him quietly, not quietly enough that Mark wouldn't hear, but making it personal nonetheless. The blonde tossed her head then and turned the evil eye to Mark. And damn him! She knew that his hard tone and hard words were not natural, that he was speaking with a bravado he surely did not feel, and yet when she did look at him her heart was set thumping harder than when Boromir had been about to kiss her. It was stupid, fucking ridiculous! that Mark could do that to her without even trying, and even though she knew his tough-guy attitude now was not the 'real-mark', she still found herself anticipating this argument with relish, longing for it! She wanted to shout at him, she wanted her blood to boil and to see the same in him. And she had a feeling Boromir would like to see Mark;'s blood boil too. Thrace placed a hand on Boromir's shoulder lightly, stepping forward and urging Mark to take a step backwards. "Talk? I'd love to talk. What do you want to talk about Mark? The weather? The red sox?" she chirped with mock levity, tucking her arm into the crook of his elbow and turning him around to walk back down the corridor with him, arm in arm. She glanced over her shoulder at Boromir and gave him a wry smile full of promise. Inside she knew that her attitude would drive Mark fucking nuts, and she hoped it would. She wanted a fight - a good fight. |
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Post by Bogwoppit on Apr 17, 2009 11:11:22 GMT
West was wiping his dagger on the sleeve of his jacket - so much for it having been so lovingly laundered, his entire uniform, and that of the rest of his team no doubt, was filthy again, stained with blood, grime, and worse. He grimaced as he slid the knife back into its sheath, and twisted his lips into a thin smile, knowing Kawalsky's thoughts on 'aliens' only too well. "I think you're right," he agreed, glancing up into the man's face before moving to the door to make sure they weren't being listened in on. "The thing is, I think we're gonna have to be drawn into whatever secret agenda he has for these people whether we want it or not." Sighing expansively, he moved to another chair and slumped into it, the fatigue of battle finally catching up with him as he placed his head in his hands, elbows resting on knees, and scrubbed at his face to rid himself of the inground dirt. "We have to get the gate crystal to get home," he continued, ticking off each piece of the puzzle in his head as he gazed at the floor. "To do that we have to get to this Sauron guy, whatever the hell he is. To get to him Haldir seems to think we have to collect these 'rings of power', which seem to be scattered all over this planet, not to mention some mysterious Elf homeworld." He huffed out a breath of ironic laughter, and grinned ruefully at his 2IC. "It all sounds like some fantasy movie doesn't it?" he commented, shaking his head. "Anyway, we have to get these rings, destroy them in some firey pit on top of some mountain, which happens to be in the lair of the Sauron dude, and that will apparently destroy him so we can get the crystal back. Piece of cake, nothing to it!" ((Ooc: How were we going to get to Valinor if we can't get through the gate??  Can't remember!  But I think that's everything else in a nutshell!  )) |
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Post by Bogwoppit on Apr 17, 2009 13:58:39 GMT
((Ooc: I love banners  )) Lake raised his eyes to the ceiling. God bloody save him from hysterical females! Stepping back and to one side slightly, he allowed her to flounce past him, resting both hands loosely on top of his weapon (  ) as he watched her dispassionately. Seriously... did she honestly think he gave a fuck about her precious 'position'? He was quite frankly amazed that she hadn't said, "Do you know who I am?". He smirked as he thought about that, and stepped forward to walk after her out of the door. Uncouth, uncaring bastard he may be, but he wouldn't let a woman venture alone outside just yet - they still didn't know if there was anything left inside the city that wasn't supposed to be there. At least, he wouldn't let certain women go wandering off outside alone... certain other women he would gladly throw to the biggest fucking Ogre out there! The screech took him by surprise, as did the small weight of her body cannoning into him as she reversed back into the room. Without thinking he took her by the shoulders to steady her as she spun round to face him, and frowned down into her pretty, frightened face. "Oh for fucks..." he muttered under his breath, then shook her, probably harder than he should have done. "Will you bloody well calm down woman!" He scowled down at her with all the ferocity he could muster, which wasn't much, because he was knackered, and he needed a drink, like, now. "Look, we were just attacked, we fought them off, people died. It happens," he tried to speak calmly and concisely, holding her tense shoulders firmly in his strong, if shaky, grasp. She was gorgeous... classy... not Lake's type but he could see the attraction... But then Thrace's grinning face swam before his tired eyes, and he blinked, pushing this young woman away brusquely. "Come on," he called huskily over his shoulder as he walked out of the room, "I'll take you somewhere safe." He stepped over the soldier lying in the doorway and, not bothering to wait and see if she was following, strode towards the main hall, hopefully to find someone who could take this... problem off his hands. Even more hopefully there might be something to drink there... |
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Post by Bogwoppit on Apr 17, 2009 18:25:21 GMT
Eledhwen stared uncomfortably at the Elf as he stood silently before her. Now what was he doing? What plot was he planning? What lies and deceit was he thinking up to ensnare her with next? Why did he constantly leave her feeling so small, so insignificant, so young? He was sly... that's what he was, that's what all of his kind were - sly and sneaky and underhand, always thinking too deeply and too quickly for a mere mortal to keep up with, always plotting something far too entwined with the perplexities of the world for anyone to comprehend but them. Why did they have to be so mysterious? He was deliberately taunting her, she knew it, but she would not look away from that inscrutable gaze as he watched her. No, she would not drop her dark gaze from his however long he stood there... but without realising it she found her eyes drawn to the smudge of dirt on one of his perfect, pale, porcelain cheeks, and had the sudden urge to lick her finger and wipe it away, just to see what he would do. But that would mean touching the repulsive creature, and that she would not do. As he touched his tongue to his perfect teeth her gaze dropped to his mouth, and she hissed the tiniest of breaths in through her own slightly parted lips, her brow twitching into a frown before she recovered herself instantly. What was the matter with her? What was he doing to her to make her so... ridiculous in his presence? She was naturally edgy, yes, being a shield-maiden made her constantly aware of her surroundings and alert to any potential threat, but around this Elf she was as jumpy as a wild pony, her emotions all over the place, one second wanting to drive her dagger into his throat and watch the life leave his unfathomable eyes, the next wanting to gaze into those eyes forever, to touch that throat with gentle fingertips... She frowned again, and shook her head to rid herself of the sick-making image, then froze as she witnessed his strong pale hand reaching for her. With a dread anticipation she watched as those long, elegant fingers drew closer, almost echoing her own thoughts of just an instant before. She was shaking, but unable to move away, as the memory of the touch of his hand on hers earlier pushed all rational thought from her mind. How the idea of him touching her repelled and excited her in equal measure! His voice broke through her reverie, and she stiffened as his fingertips brushed a strand of hair off her neck. Her skin tingled and burned where he almost, but not quite, touched it, and she gritted her teeth to stop them chattering. Our...? Mine and yours...? What was he implying? How dare he think to... How could he think she could possibly mean...? Oh... he didn't mean that... he meant... her people, his people... not him and her, he and she... Eledhwen felt herself blushing at the thought of what she had almost blurted out. What would he have thought of her had she said what she was thinking? What did she care what he thought?! What did she think?! She was so mixed up she didn't know if she was coming or going. All she knew was that an Elf had managed to affect her in a way no Man had ever managed to, and she didn't like it. She opened her mouth to speak once more, to tell him that she would never in a million years talk about her people in the same breath as his, that they were nothing alike, that Men were honourable, while Elves were... Then his last words sank in, and she paused, watching the faraway look in his eyes, eyes that seemed so sad, so full of care, so old. She had to - grudgingly - admit that he was right. The same evil threatened both races alike, and they both had as much to lose. Perhaps there were bigger things at stake than her childish revenge. Perhaps she should put aside her own grievances, just for a while, just until the threat was passed. She wanted to speak, to tell him that she realised what he was trying to tell her, but she couldn't quite bring herself to be anything but prickly with him , not yet. |
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Post by Pinkie on Apr 17, 2009 23:14:49 GMT
 Filthy, battered, bruised and bloody - that was just the surface of Kawalsky at that moment in time. His fatigues were not as bad as they could have been because he had removed them and left them in a safe place before allowing himself to 'change' - thus ensuring he would have something to wear when he got back. It was all these little details that people never thought about when they heard he was a werewolf. His werewolf physique was much larger, broader and thicker than his human one... morphing from one to another was all very well and good, but military issue fatigues just didn't have that much elasticity in them. The man leaned back on the chair, it was remarkably uncomfortable now that he wasn't so focussed on the arrow in his thigh, and rubbed a hand down his unshaven face, wondering, hoping idly, that he might have a chance to bathe or shower or something before having to do anything else. It was alot of detail to take in btu Kawalsky swallowed the lot, retained the lot. He analysed it in his head, going over it for all the loop-holes, for all the ways that he perceived that their good natures and 'backs-against-the-wall' was being taken for granted. He poked his tongue against his teeth, ignoring the gurgle of his stomach which reminded him he hadn't eaten since arriving on the planet the day before. West blew out an ironic laugh but Kawalsky merely gave his CO a grim smile and a shake of his head. Fierce yellow eyes turned toawrds the door where he knew the Elf was on the other side as West finished up. He sighed heavily and puffed out his cheeks. His puffed up cheeks slowly deflated and he looked back at West with a wry grin, mischievious and quirky - "A really bad b-flick at the best, Sir." he commented with a dry laugh on West's comparison to their current situation to a fantasy movie. "I'll start by going to the armoury they have here, or whatever passes for an armoury, and seeing if there is anything we can use. There's only so much C4 we can bring on mission and I used a heady chunk of it out there already. I'll see about getting my hands on some maps too - if this Elf homeworld is off-world maybe we can use that gate to gate home or... something. That's DJ's baby. Maybe he can figure out a way to send a signal home to let them know we won't be home for dinner...." Kawalsky mused. Another heavy sigh and he nodded his head at West. Rising to his feet, Kawalsky raked a hand back through his grimey hair, most of it standing on end as he did so, and he looked down at West. "What about the girl... ? Eledhwen. Is she ehm... Will she be coming with us?" he asked with, what he thought was, a non-chalant tone, a hand on his hip and his yellow eyes glancing from West to the door and back again. |
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Post by Pinkie on Apr 17, 2009 23:19:05 GMT
(( that is a lovely new banner too :heart: - Ehm I think we said that there was a gate that gated to Valinor ONLY - like it is preset to Valinor or something like that... ))
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Post by Pinkie on Apr 17, 2009 23:37:10 GMT
Oh Elendur was not used to this kind of treatment at all! All her life she had been sheltered, she had been protected by her father and brothers from seeing any of this. They had endeavoured to keep her away from it all and she knew it now - she knew it now that they had spent alot of time and energy in protecting her from the real world. Because this was real. That dead man was real. He had a life before it had been cut so cruelly short. He had a family, surely. A mother, father - did he have a wife? Children?! Elendur knew the numbers, she knew the sacrifices made for Gondor during the War of the Ring but none of those deceased had meant anything much to her, none of them had had a face. And her protector now, that foreign barbarian... ! He was hardly any better than the orcs themselves. His grip hurt! Elendur's mouth dropped open and her body wilted to one side and then the other as she tried to relieve some of the pain of his hold on her. Her wide eyes were rimmed with red and her defiance, whilst burning still, was quelled somewhat as she realised she had no one else but him to depend on to keep her safe. He was just leaving her! Elendur gasped and crumpled away from Lake as he withdrew, stepping around her to leave her on her own. The blonde almost fell to the ground but caught herself before she did so. Though when she did stand up straight it looked as if she might just faint away to nothingness. Tears coursed down her cheeks as Lake stalked off and she extended a hand after him, her throat too tight with upset and terror for her to forumlate a plea for him not to leave her. He might have been gruff and dangerous and treated her inadequately according to her position, but she didn't have much in the way of options. He was marginally preferable to orcs. Marginally. She thought... "Wait - please!" Elendur gasped, literaly falling forward, her hand clasping the frame of the door. The corpse of the guard was still there though and no matter how she willed herself to move, no matter how terrified she was of being alone, she just could not move past that obstacle. Her eyes were huge, terrified and they stared at the lifeless eye of the dead Gondorian guard. "Wait - please, I can't... Please." she sobbed, backing away into the room once more, both of her hands clutched to her neck and her body shaking with emotion, "Don't leave me!" she cried out, falling to the ground this time, in a beautiful heap of blue material, blonde hair and long, smooth limbs. Elendur bowed her head over her knees, the hem of her dress was hitched up on one side as far as her knee and her thick blonde curls hung in pretty disarray. ((ooc: *eyeroll* - sorry, she wouldn't go past the dead dude no matter how much I pushed her to )) |
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Post by Pinkie on Apr 17, 2009 23:39:57 GMT
((ooc ; posting Haldir tomorrow more than likely! Was going to post Gypsy too - I last posted Faramir in the houses of healing so I wont post him again yet ... or will I?! ))
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Post by Bogwoppit on Apr 18, 2009 6:37:21 GMT
((Ooc: I don't know!!! Erm... well DJ is in the Houses of Healing too and I didn't know what to do with him so maybe he could spot Faramir on his way out after Mari has fallen asleep or something? Or... I could post Miriel again but then she only ever speaks to Faramir!! OR... She could make sure Faramir's comfortable and then go to find something to eat and bump into Boromir when he's pissed about Thrace and he can warn her not to hurt his poor baby brother! Or Gypsy could meet Bozza if you had nothing else in mind for her? He can try to seduce her too  I'll post tonight when I get back  )) |
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