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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2013 14:54:55 GMT
Snow hadn't fallen yet, in Nova Athenis.
She'd be sure it'd hit the south last, too. Yet, she held the hook of her stark white, decadent umbrella that shielded her head from the threat of the elements like a late Victorian manor house lady. Either way, Marina was certain she was born in the wrong century.
The air was cold, her breath, at least, produced hazy clouds. She was taking her sweet time coming back to her lovely home, home with her prettiest girls and boys up for another night of misplaced pleasure.
It was then she noted a body lying on the floor.
Oh dear.
Wasn't it a bit too early in the day for a murder? Marina frowned, a curl of her lips showing her displeasure. Death was not good for any business. So she approached it with a hurry in her fluttering footsteps, and stared down at the body.
With her bright red heels, she kicked at the person's head lightly.
"Are you dead, my dear? If so, please die on another's property. This is an establishment set up for business, and soon, you know." Of course, it might've been a foolish drunk. You never know. | @open |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2013 15:31:31 GMT
James was absolute crap at holding his liquor. It was probably for that reason why he hadn't made his way back to his home in the south of Nova Athens. And now here he was; lying on a cold, hard ground. He really needed to find a drinking buddy who would be willing to drop him home after one of his binges. He should be getting up soon though, but his head hurt so damn much. Maybe just a few more minutes- he was probably lying in some back alley anyway, and it wouldn't be the first time such a thing had happened to him. Besides if he had survived a whole night and managed to keep life and limb, he could pretty much afford a few more minutes, right? Actually, no, as it would turn out. Somebody was kicking his head. His poor, hungover head with its splitting headache. Not for the first time James resolved to find out what he had done in his previous life in order to make Karma treat him as its whipping boy in this one. "Yes, I'm dead you old hag!" James snapped back, because seriously what sort of question was it, asking if somebody was dead or not and who called people 'my dear' in this day and age? "Now will you please let me rest in peace for a few more minutes before trying to resurrect me?!"
If she kicked him one more time James would tell her exactly where she could go and stuff her vaunted business. Wait a minute...establishment? Business? "Oh shit." James moaned out aloud.
OOC: and here's a rude, brash young man who only has a passing relationship with concepts such as 'tact', 'restraint' and 'respect for the law'.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2013 17:07:55 GMT
Just like that, Marina's fair mood perished with a ghost of a word.
She gave his head one good kick, before shoving her shoe into his mouth to shut that dirty thing up. She stood on his tongue mercilessly, before giving him another good kick and standing back, now closing her umbrella.
"Forget your manners, have we?" She smiled coyly, voice dipped in venom. "Now get out of my face."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2013 11:58:18 GMT
Maybe it was a mistake calling the woman a hag while lying wasted in her business establishment- a business establishment which was probably in the south section of Nova Athens too. Not to mention the fact that said woman took the cake for the craziest member of the 'fairer sex' James had ever met. Bloody hell, forget the cake she probably took the whole damn bakery. But all the same, if there was one thing James hated above everything else it was being disregarded and disrespected as thoroughly as he had been by her. So he got to his feet and oh so quietly brushed off the dirt and dust that covered his clothes- making sure to do it slowly and ostentatiously to drive in the fact that he was not going to be ordered around or cowed by anybody, least of all her. Finally done he spit, aiming right between the psychotic woman's red heels, in an attempt to get rid of the foul combination of hangover and expensive footwear. "It seems to me that you're not the most qualified to lecture about bad manners." James drawled out. "Now why don't you toddle back to your thirty plus cats and leave the innocent, saner people alone?"
OOC: oh james... *shakes head*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2013 21:39:52 GMT
Marina's arms folded, eyes deliberately avoiding this stranger's figure. She didn't talk to tramps who were, literally, tramps.
She took a step back, watching his pathetic attempt at attacking her shoes fail without much of a gesture.
"I said leave." Was her only response. She needn't spend her spit talking to useless fools.
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