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 Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 10:55 am
Bachi's smile vanished as he saw Avery's hand clench around her blade.
Was that a threat? Was she threatening them? Over water?
He took the step back, but he clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes. He looked over towards Ralke as if to point out this was why pranks were often a very bad idea.
"Avery," Bachi began, taking another step back. "It's just water."
Something told him that maybe that would make the situation worse.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 12:13 pm
"Be quiet," Avery's soft laugh was not one of amusement, and her tone was quiet, clipped, matter-of-fact. Strangely without emotion.
"Quite frankly, it is disrespect, and I will not be disrespected, especially by the likes of you two." She had long ago gotten to the point where she'd stopped taking s**t from anyone, especially men. Being a young, attractive woman in a profession like bet-taking made for tough-as-talons girls who quickly shut down anything that might make someone else think they had an advantage over them. The curly-haired Candidate refused to become some sort of frequent prank-victim, or someone to trifle with.
The unknowing said she was crazy, the observant said she was a determined social power-house. She herself was silent for a long, stretching moment, seemingly evaluating something. After another second, she relaxed her grip on her knife, a smile touching her full lips.
"I believe an apology is in order."
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 7:29 pm
Ralke was trying to quickly, but not noticeably shift around the room and sneak out while Avery was busy skewering Bachi with her gaze and her verbal attack. He, for one, wanted to make a quick exit and get the hell out of the situation.
Less than ten feet away from a fast, sprinted departure, her gaze returned to his position and his shoulder slumped considerably. Shards, she was hellish. He wondered who he would need to speak to in order to move Rawni into another Candidate's room...
Pondering this concept, Ralke mumbled a ridiculous apology under his breath and made a break for the door, not even caring about Bachi.
The stupid deadglow had pulled the rug out from under him! He could fend for himself.
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