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 Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 12:00 pm
Mission Impossible Fail/ Truth or Dare
Chantelle bristled at America manhandling Jerry, but declined to intervene. It simply wasn't ladylike to fight battles that should probably be the bastion of your man. Still. She was livid, deeply livid.
"Leave him alone." she said and the ditzy American accent might have sharpened a little around the edges. "But yes Jerry, maybe being at this party isn't a good idea." She leaned against the much taller hunter, slinking her arm around his waist. "If you want any alcohol I will win you some and bring you it, I like, don't like it much."
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 12:11 pm
Mission Impossible Fail/ Truth or Dare
He stiffened at the sudden pat-down, his face gone crimson behind his mop of hair and tangle of scars. When she found the second bottle, he let her take it, but beside that, all she would find in his pockets was a plastic kazoo, a few interesting small pebbles and some small bits of crumpled paper with series of guitar chords scribbled on.
Chentelle's offer was tempting, so so tempting but he shouldn't, he shouldn't it was one thing to casually slip a beer or two into his pocket, but to outright orchestrate a raid and restock was a slippery slope. It wasn't like one or two beers would get him drunk, not after the way he was able to knock back harder stuff...
But the offer was sweet.
There was a moment of calculation as Roar hissed in his two cents, and this time Jerry actually agreed. He pursed his lips, pushing his glasses up his nose before snatching the lipstick from America's hand, and in an attempt to be suave, carefully ran it over Chantelle's lips on top of whatever lipstick she was already wearing, before leaning in to kiss it off of her.
He resurfaced with a mishmash of color. There, he put it on. Roar gave an approving snicker in the back of his head.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 12:27 pm
Mission Impossible Fail/ Truth or Dare
Jerry was an absolute mystery. This was a fact which sometimes rose to the forefront of Chantelle's mind when she allowed it to. It was there now, nestled alongside her deep dislike of America, dislike mollified only by the thoughts of another self, another victory like a half-remembered dream.
She wasn't expecting Jerry to do anything other than perhaps get flustered and leave, so when he raised the lipstick, she paused in confusion, holding still as he ran it over her lips. She wasn't sure what he intended until he leaned in to meet her in a kiss, responding reflexively as he did so.
It was only afterwards she realised what he'd been up to and laughed, looking both ruffled and flustered. "That is certainly one way to put lipstick on." Her own lipstick tended to take a long time to put on. A long time. She didn't mention that she'd have to do it over, it was worth it for the gesture of open affection.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 12:35 pm
Mission Impossible Fail/ Truth or Dare
Jerry wobbled, coming down from the rush of defiance when he realized just what he had done. The tremble was back in him, but he swayed as though that one kiss had been a large shot of strong whiskey. "W-well, I better... better put on another coat," He managed before dipping in for another try, this time softer.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 12:46 pm
Mission Impossible Fail/ Truth or Dare
She didn't stop him, savouring the attention immensely, even despite the public nature of the party around them. It wouldn't hurt anything other than perhaps America's irritation at Jerry sticking around and stealing her booze. "Any more coats and I'm going to have none left." she murmured playfully against his lips.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 12:57 pm
Mission Impossible Fail/ Truth or Dare
Sasha kept a distance from the goings on, and occupied herself by shoving slice after slice after slice of pizza into her mouth. It was something of a relief to see Jerry - nice to know he was doing well - and Otto was given a strange little pizza-flavored smile.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 1:04 pm
Mission Impossible Fail/ Truth or Dare
Sasha received a dumbfounded stare, and perhaps a bit of a jaw drop. Sasha was here. And alive. And... Wow what happened to her hair? Did she get trapped in a tower and rescued by a prince?
He managed to compose himself enough to give a soft, uncertain wave.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 1:06 pm
Mission Impossible Fail
"I don't think I've seen who lurks under all that makeup anyway... I bet she's gorgeous," Jerry grinned dreamily. If he was going to be tossed out, at least he could get some good Partying in beforehand.
As he leaned in for another kiss, his hands returning to Chantelle's sides, he caught a glimpse of black hair just behind her, his brows furrowing and he froze as though he had seen a ghost. His breath came short in his throat, "Sasha? Sasha? Is... what happened to you? You're back!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 1:12 pm
Mission Impossible Fail
Chantelle had a chuckle to herself. "No, no she isn't." she argued, bracing herself for further kisses when the kiss never actually came. She followed Jerry's gaze quizzically, eyeing the woman with the long black hair with apparent curiosity. She didn't know her, had never met her, and wondered how Jerry knew her. While he was distracted she disentangled herself from him and made her way politely but perhaps a little huffily in the direction of the snack table.
She never ate snacks.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 1:13 pm
Mission Impossible Fail/ Truth or Dare
Sasha was mid-wave when Jerry called out to her, and she took a moment to finish chewing.
"It's a long story," her voice was low, her expression slightly pained. "Another time."
Sasha fell quiet and watched the small gathering with a curious tilt of her head, taking a moment to wipe her hands free of grease on the borrowed sweatpants she still wore.
The stranger that approached the snack table was greeted with a slight, false smile.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 1:22 pm
Mission Impossible Fail/ Oh hai Sasha
Jerry was burning with questions, concerns, urgency, but she was right. This was certainly not the time nor place. He bit his lip, turning his hand to flash the black lines burnt into his palm toward her before tucking it away again into a fist, "Yes... yes, not the time. But we definitely need to talk- ah...! Chan... Chantelle, where're you going? Come back! Before they take me away!" He wobbled, conflicted between concern for the state of.. well. The memories had returned yes, but the pain had made it easy to raise the mental blocks. A friend. Yes. Sasha was definitely still a friend. But Chantelle was playing shy. Did he take chase? Did he bring her back and introduce them? Did he stay and be professional with what short amount of time he had? "Uh!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 1:24 pm
Mission Impossible Fail
Chantelle gave Jerry an uncertain look from near the devilled eggs she wouldn't actually eat. "Oh sorry. I like, thought you wanted to talk to um." she looked over. "Smasher? Was it?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 1:32 pm
Mission Impossible Fail/ Truth or Dare
The fake smile Sasha wore grew a bit sharper, but her voice was a mere whisper meant only for Chantelle.
"You should clean your ears," and then louder, "Sasha. And you are?"
Her tone made it obvious she couldn't care less, but introductions were the polite thing to do.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 1:44 pm
Mission Impossible Fail/ Awkward Introductions
"Uh! Sasha, this is Chantelle, Chantelle, Sasha- she's... she's an old friend- away on a mission for a while." He managed in what he hoped was a polite way for both parties.
"I should... should probably go er... Date-Game before Miss America has me lynched ahahahaha..."
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 9:49 pm
Truth or Dare
The book simply disappeared as it was smacked out of Mimsy's grasp, as if it had never been there at all. As a result of the wine coolers, she failed to react in a timely fashion, and drowsily wrote on her coat sleeve until she realized the book was missing.
"Aww.." She pouted at her arm, extending it to stare at the blatant ink stains. "I was just getting to my favorite part."
She was still staring at her arm as Maebe confessed her friend's unfortunate sexual misadventure. What a bizarre idea. Perplexed, she blinked at Maebe, silently considering the facts of the situation in the story before she finally determined that she had no idea what it was about.
"Why would she do that? It seems incredibly inefficient. I mean...sex is frequently used as an incentive, correct? It makes more sense to...I don't know...establish a claim on the inheritance prior to such an activity."
It was ridiculous to do something like that for money anyway, but she supposed she would not have been opposed to a similar solution to obtain the necessary funding for a project. Maybe it was something like that, she thought, still musing about it as she spun the wheel again.
Gross again. Instead of picking up another drink before her dare, she pushed her spread fingers into her hair, combing through it until the insect poked its head through, right near the top of her braid.
"Found youuu," she giggled. She dug it out of her hair and pinched it carefully between her fingers again.
"Do you think that I will be double pregnant?" With a smile of mockery to Maebe, she stuck out her tongue...and put the insect on it. Then, just to show that she was a truly considerate mother, she opened her mouth just enough to pull her tongue and the bug back inside, then closed it again.
Nice and warm!
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