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Re: [Private] Dawn of the Dead

Peyton Marx | Wolf; Warlord/Battlelord

Posted on Thu Jul 16, 2015 7:51 am

Fucking hell, how did he even manage to think up shit like that? Seriously how did you arrive at thinking about a pile of shit on a plate? And I wasn’t even going to go near thinking about the fact that he’d mentioned horse dick. Fuck, I don’t even know how you got to that. I meant normal food, not crap you’d have seen on Fear Factor or whatever. Good to know you’ve got standards though. I said flippantly, looking away and trying to ignore the rest of what he’d said but failing. He probably hadn’t even fucking meant anything by it but the whole ‘not knowing him as well as I thought’ shit stuck in my head, bringing a scowl to my face. Maybe you’re not that easy to get to know. I retorted, trying to pass it off as a sarcastic remark like his. Then I could’ve fucking kicked myself for not just shutting the hell up about it. But it was true, it was hard to know what was safe territory to ask about. It wasn’t that I’d never had questions or been curious about him but it was more a case of weighing the pros and cons and the possibility of getting chewed out in the process or being told to my own business. Maybe I hadn’t wanted to ask in case he hadn’t wanted to tell, I didn’t fucking know. Showing that you wanted to know shit about someone just felt like you'd end up... fucking exposed in a way or something.

I crossed my arms, uncrossed them, shifted in the seat and started tapping my fingers against the armrest before I stopped and curled my fingers into a fist to try and keep them still. It was like I couldn't settle down and stop fidgeting. Probably just because of him even being here. I mean, there was every fucking reason to feel awkward so maybe that played a hand in it. But at the same time I didn't exactly feel... uncomfortable around him either. I did but I didn't, it didn't make sense, like I was a fucking walking contradiction.

Yeah, I know that but... I frowned and raised my foot, pushing at the top of the unoccupied seat in front of me in irritation. I didn't want to feel guilty about taking an hour or two to unwind but at the same time I got that I didn't have that luxury. It just felt like my brain was gonna fucking explode if I did spend any more time thinking about it. But yeah, I know you're right about it and that even now I should probably be trying to figure out some way of looking at it with a new perspective. But like... here I am. I sighed and figured that if he wanted me to leave now and do more or try harder then there'd be no point in complaining about it. It wasn't like I'd exactly been paying attention to the movie anyway. I'd been more focused on talking to him and I wasn't half as annoyed about the interruption as I probably should be. 

I was more irritated at the whole popcorn thing and the fact that the shit he was saying actually had me lifting my other foot off the ground and having it join the other on the back of the chair in front of me. I wasn't fucking squeamish but the idea of that on the floor and spreading it around was fucking nasty. You know the weirdest shit. I said, slouching down in the chair so that my legs ended up bending slightly at the knees. And I'm good thanks, I'll take your word on the whole 'kinky thrill porn sub-genre' crap. Seems like you know enough about that for the two of us. I joked, smirking a little. Even his dig about the popcorn didn't really piss me off and I just rolled my eyes. Yeah well after your whole theater jack off's lecture you can keep it. Seriously the idea of eating that popcorn, whether the pieces had touched the ground or not, was so not fucking appealing.

My brow arched when he started speaking again and the word 'infuriating' came up. It was like I was waiting to get angry because of what he was saying but that wasn't what happened. I just looked at him, head tilted to the side and wondering where the hell all that had come from anyway. I turned my head so that my eyes landed on the bag of popcorn he'd just placed back in my lap. It's not like I did it intentionally or anything. I muttered, looking anywhere but at him. Fuck it, I said what I meant a shitload, it was just that there were elements of this that there was no damn way I was about to tell him about. Like the dreams for one. Even just thinking about it maybe he want to sink through the fucking floor. It was hard enough being this close to him and keeping my thoughts somewhat straight without things like that popping into my head. 

The other stuff just sounded nuts so maybe telling him about that wouldn't be so bad. I sighed again and looked up at him. You'll probably just think I'm fucking crazy anyway. I'm not even sure how to describe it but ugh, fine- it's like... y'know that uncomfortable vibe you get when you leave in the morning and it turns out it's because you forgot to lock your door or left your wallet behind or just anything like that? It's kinda of like that whenever I'm at home, I feel like I've lost something which is goddamn stupid because I know where all my shit is. It's just I can't shake it, like I'm missing something important and so yeah I just wanted to get away- I cut myself off then, tearing my gaze away and glaring up at the screen like it was its' fault I'd even opened my mouth in the first place. But I wasn't annoyed at it or even him for asking so there was no point in acting like I was. Only person I was pissed at was myself for even letting stupid shit like that bother me. I shrugged, smoothing out the frown from my face and picked up the popcorn bag again to hold out to him. And seriously I don't want anymore. It'll be a miracle if I can ever fucking look at popcorn again without thinking about the real reason theater floors are so sticky. I said, thinking that maybe if I brushed it over then we wouldn't end up talking about what I'd just told him. I already felt like I was waiting for him to just start laughing or some crap.

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Re: [Private] Dawn of the Dead

Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Sat Aug 29, 2015 10:08 pm

I was starting to sweat. I shifted in my seat as she went on about how it felt like she'd lost something. How her home made her feel like she was missing something. I knew exactly what the fuck that meant and the idea of her discovering the truth was worse than anything I could say. It didn't take more than a second after she had finished speaking for me to blurt out the first thing that came to mind. You have nice tits. I didn't blurt it, no, I yelled it. I wasn't even awkward over it, what I had just said made me feel nothing. I was just trying to do everything in my power to get her to stop thinking about it, to stop talking about it, anything to change the subject.

''You talkin' about my girl bro?'' The man stood up and pushed his chest out. Fuck you and those floppy pancakes you call tits. Get the fuck outta here. I threw the bag of popcorn at his head and like a fucking steamroller he started barreling over the seats, heading straight for me. His chick started screaming and I was conscious long enough to see the lights of the theater turn on and the movie go black. Then his fist hit me right in the fucking eye, and everything went black...



When I came to I was no longer in the theater, I was in the seating area by the concessions. The smell of popcorn was faint, but my rolling headache and enhanced senses made it all too much.

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Re: [Private] Dawn of the Dead

Peyton Marx | Wolf; Warlord/Battlelord

Posted on Sat Aug 29, 2015 10:50 pm

There was a shitload of responses I would've expected, hell, was expecting really. I figured he'd call me nuts or tell me I was being stupid. Actually, the second one probably wouldn't be so bad, like maybe hearing those words would make it true, mean that I was just being stupid and having it pointed out to me would make it all go away. Like the whole situation would turn out to be nothing and just me overrating to stress and I could wipe my hands of it. That's definitely be a fucking relief.

What I wasn't expecting was what he actually said. My brows rose at the words that slipped passed his lips and for some reason I actually looked down for a sec, like wondering what the hell was going on in that general area that'd brought about that comment. I opened my mouth to say something... even though I had no idea what that would be. How the fuck did you respond to something like that anyway? Not that I even had time to fucking think of anything because it was like shit around me burst into action. The guy from earlier was yelling, Vin was yelling and throwing the rest of my popcorn at him. Yeah, I'd fucking said I didn't want it anymore but... fuck it was still irritating to see him chuck it at some loser. 

They were idiots. All guys were fucking idiots. So I just stayed in my seat watching the guy start barging our way, rolling my eyes when his bitch started shrieking like a drowning cat. I could feel my temper fraying, like every bit of stress from recently just piled on. I glared at them, only moving as the guy landed his punch, shooting up of my chair and grabbing the wrist of the arm he was raising for Punch #2. I twisted it, forcing his arm to bend in a painful way that had him yelling out. Back the fuck off. I growled, pushing him back as I released his arm and watching with satisfaction as he went backwards over the row of seats behind him. The movie wasn't playing, the lights were on. So much for relaxing.



I dragged Vin out to the lobby and propped him on the nearest seat. Others were filing out, including the couple that were glaring dagger at us. Well, at me really, since I was the only one conscious to fucking see it. I sighed, turning back in time to see Vin start sliding sideways in the seat. I caught him, straightening him up again and waiting another couple of seconds as the lobby emptied too and I headed over to the concession. I leaned against the counter on my elbows. Can I get some ice wrapped in a goddamn towel or something? I asked when I got the attendants attention. 

A quick look over my shoulder told me that he was coming to, but I turned my head away again jerkily. Yeah, I was kinda pissed at him. I mean that whole scene inside had been stupid. Even if the guy had been an asshole it wasn't like he'd been an unprovoked asshole. The clerk returned, placing the towel wrapped ice in front of me which I grabbed, clenching my fist around it before turning and heading back to the seats.

So, care to tell me what the hell all that was about? I held the bundle towards him. If he wanted to use it then he could do it himself, I wasn't about to play nurse after all that shit. I turned, looking at him with an arched brow. Like, does trouble just fucking follow you around? Or do you get a kick outta pissing people off? My money was definitely on the latter anyway.

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Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Sat Aug 29, 2015 11:04 pm

I took whatever she was holding towards me from her hand, or at least tried to anyway. The first couple of tries I missed because I was seeing fucking double. I probably looked like an idiot reaching out to the left when it was clearly on the fucking right... I finally managed to grab it, and instinctively pressed it against my eye with a wince. It was worth it, it was completely worth it. Her mind was clearly on this now, which meant it was a job well fucking done. If she kept talking about that shit, if she kept digging, she'd figure it out. It wasn't like I had fucking mastered my gift. Hell I even expected I'd need to re-erase everything again at some point, but I didn't think she'd be feeling the residual effects of it this soon. It was fucking bad news...

Oh come on you know that prick was asking for it. I mean shit if he wasn't built like a fucking tank... And if we weren't at a place like this in front of all these... My voice lowered, Humans... - I probably would have shoved his own head up his ass. He was a fucking douche and you know it. I immediately groaned as another wave of pain rolled around my head. Fuck off with that shit. It's not a big damn deal, if you wanna watch the fucking movie then I'll give you the fucking movie. I was clearly irritated from my tone and tried to stand up but goddamn, that made it feel like my blood was all rushing to my fucking head and I nearly flopped over.

I starting to walk towards the exit. Let's go outside, it's hot as fuck in here. I motioned for her to follow, pushed through the doors, and stepped out to the side of the building where I leaned up against the wall and put the ice against my head again, a little surprised that no one called the cops. Fuck it was better to be out here if they did, I fucking hated dealing with pigs. I don't know why you're so fucking sore at me anyway, I'm the one that got decked.

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Peyton Marx | Wolf; Warlord/Battlelord

Posted on Sat Aug 29, 2015 11:39 pm

Watching him grabbing around like he was blind was... well shit, it was kinda fucking funny really. I mean I didn't want to be amused by anything he did right now, not after the stunt he'd pulled inside but it wasn't like I had a say over it. My corners of my mouth twitched and by the time he'd actually succeeded in grabbing the towel there was a smirk on my face. The irritation was still there but it was slipping away, and doing so a little too easily for my liking. Losing the ability to stay pissed off when you wanted to wasn't exactly something you'd find me celebrating over. At least if I was pissed off I'd be able to work through all the shit I felt like saying, but, fuck it, just letting it slide for a bit seemed like the easier option. He had gotten knocked out after all so it wasn't like he'd gotten away unscathed or anything.

I rolled my eyes again when he started speaking but that stupid smirk was still hovering around my lips, the shit he was saying doing nothing in helping me get rid of it. Right, because your reflexes are so fucking amazing. You telling me you let him hit you because there were humans around? I let out a short laugh, shrugging and tilting my head as I looked at him. But yeah, he was kind of a dick, but it's not like you were a fucking saint sitting there all quiet, 'doing no wrong'. Whole thing just seem like a testosterone fueled crap. Or is it something that only makes sense when you've got a dick? I grinned for a second before shaking my head and reaching for my hoody which I'd thrown down on the seats when I'd gotten out of the theater. 

I paused at what he said next, curiosity taking over for a sec. What do you mean you'll 'give me the movie'. You got a copy on DVD or something? I asked. Or was that just some shit he was saying in case I started bitching about the fact that it was his fault that I'd missed the rest of it. Not that I'd exactly been paying attention for what had shown.

My eyes followed him as he stood up and started for the exit, rising out of the chair myself and rubbing a weary hand down the side of my face. Yeah, fine. He wasn't wrong about the heat in here, it was like the customers were a bunch of old women who needed a toasty temperature of a hundred degrees to be comfortable. I sighed with relief at the cool air hitting my skin once we were outside, cool enough that I started to pull on my hoody again. I looked at him as he spoke again, raising my arms behind me to pull my hair free, another small smile tugging at my lips. True, I mean seeing you get KO'd almost makes up for you making me miss my movie. I joked, running a hand quickly through my hair before I let both arms drop to my sides. Getting to do it myself would make up for the 'nice tits' thing. I grinned and leaned closer, bending slightly to the side to check and see if there was any sign of black eye yet. I'm kidding, by the way, before you go getting your panties in a bunch.

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