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 Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 2:12 pm
Cleo was not grinning when she kicked his knees out from under him, honestly. There had been three, harassing her, calling things out and, eventually, one of them grabbed her while the other two cajoled him on. Idiot. Idiot!
The first one was on the ground, groaning through a bloodied face, bruised rib and as a bonus, a broken nose. The second one was slumped against a wall, unconcious; he was fine other then the knot welling up on the back of his head and bruised knuckles. The third one...
Well, he just would not give up. Cleo didn't like that. While the boy got a panty shot while she raised her leg up, any pleasure he might have gotten out of it was quickly beaten out of him when her black boots stomped down on his thigh.
"Wha--What the HELL?" He managed to sputter out, jerking off into a rough cough as again, she kicked him, this time hitting his stomach. The action sent him rolling onto his back and Cleo, undaunted, swung her leg over his body to straddle the boy, sitting abruptly on his stomach. Two small hands wrapped around his throat, her eyes narrowed and mouth twisted into a harsh scowl.
"You don't touch little girls." Cleo snapped, squeezing tightly and giving him a shake. The boys eyes were rolling back as he passed out before she dropped his head back, flat on the concrete.
Perhaps it was her fault; mam had told Cleo not to go off alone but the day had been lovely and her new little dress had been too much fun to sit on her a** all day. It was a sundress, fabric gathering under a bust that had yet to really arrive, loose short sleeves and a hem that shouldn't be on any modest young girl. Her socks were up past her knees and there were, of course, the black boots.
SHE liked it. She just didn't like the looks it earned her - especially not n the way to her favorite little food store, or back for that matter. The back ally now had her bottles of fruit drink scattered about and a small bag of sunflower seeds tossed astray.
"Idiot."
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 2:35 pm
The day had been... uneventful, atleast compared to recent ones. Simon, or Hyde, had lost a bit of his cred after being put away for a week or two. He got off easy... way too easy. But his unyeilding luck aside, he lost his status in absense, and thus had returned to reclaim it.
Still... His lackies were being dipshits, this wasn't uncommon but it seemed to be happening more often now. To put it simply, it pissed him off. The way things worked in this lifestyle was people listen to you... or you kick their a**... it was about time for some asskicking, the teen thought to himself, especially when he found three of his members to have wandered off on their own.
Thus, it wasn't long before he came apon the scene, only to find his work done for him... by a little girl...? Honestly it served them right, even Simon didn't stoop as low as what he assumed happend here... But... wasn't pepper spray the usualy punishment. Shrugging that off, he gave a small chuckle and stepped forward, just as Cleo stood up off the more tenacious one. "Allow me." He interjected, grabbing up on of the three boys further away, casually carrying him to a dumpster, and chucking him inside. That should put them back in their place, getting the crap kicked out of them by something cute and fluffy, and then waking up amidst week old daipers and rotten food... With that one inside, he went to gather up the other two, and repeat the actions. It was easy for him, his weight nearly tripled anyone elses.
As for dress, Simon wasn't nearly as classy as the girl he'd encountered. Tattered jeans was about it, a belt keeping them safely secured, and his feet thrown into some old boots, the ties that held them tight waneing further with each step. Yep... not an ounce of fashion sense. Unless one was going for the shirtless bum look.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 2:50 pm
"Huh?"
She was ever so eloquent, sliding off of the older man under her and flat onto her a**. There was a strange little look to the man and, unsurprisingly enough, she did not bother trying to get up to help him lug the bodies up into the dumpster. Cleo was smart enough to know that she wasn't anywhere near strong enough to try and do that. This one, though..
Well! He was interesting. While Cleo liked girls just fine (although, really, she was too young to honestly be thinking like that anyway), she would like to think she was not adverse to thinking someone was interesting and thus Not Bad.
"Who are you? You look kind of like JAWS. But prettier." Her voice was musing, lips pursed into a curious little frown as Cleo shoved herself up to her feet. She began the arduous task of gathering up her drinks and her seeds, huffing a little now and again as she did so. Stupid boys.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 3:20 pm
Thunk, crash, shatter... BAM.
That was it, he dusted off his hands after slamming the dumpster lid shut... Then to spread a few rumors back with the guys, or moreso... tell them what happend. Yes yes, those three wouldn't dare upshow anyone for months with this story.
Hm... But how to prove it? Well, he'd have to take the girl back with him if he wanted to do that. And-- Jaws? Well, being called his childhood hero was quite flattering, but what followed it certaintly wasn't. Pretty? He was NOT pretty. Rugged, handsome, dangerous, those were all things to call a male, but not pretty.
"I'm a tiger shark. Name's Hyde. So yeah, something like Jaws." he flashed a mass of jagged teeth to emphasize his point on this matter, before dropping the smile-wanna-be. "Pretty, however, I'm not." Momentarily distracted from his task, and never the gentleman, he merely watched her pick up the objects off the ground.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 3:47 pm
Cleo sniffed her disdain, head tilting up almost imperially when she managed to gather everything up. The items were shoved into the small plastic bag and Simon, for his comment, received a flat Look from the younger girl.
"You can't tell me how to think." She pointed out back to him; the little bird twisted around to rest her hands on her hips, still watching the tiger shark with a curious little tweak. "You have nifty patterns and a cool tail. Are you a D-Corp or did your momma get way too friendly with a sea creature?"
It never occured to her that other people were made in OTHER labrotories or that people simply looked different. Cleo was never known for her tact anyway.
"I'm Cleo. I'm a goldcrest."
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 4:59 pm
What was it with his tail that attracted every unwanted person a mile around? He'd had so many toubles with that... Zyanya, the little gay boy, now this girl... and there was surely more, those were just a few more memorable ones.
His arms crossed anyways, he wasn't telling her how to think... but how could she think he was pretty!? Only girls were pretty.
He snorted, grumpily, atleast none of the guys heard it or he'd be getting alot of s**t right about now. "D-corp. Though the other options mostly likely true." the ending was mumbled, damn Bree... Despite Cleo's lack of tact, atleast she'd been right.
Goldcrest. Right, whatever. "Great. So... Seems like my guys messed up your snacks there." He pointed, trying to clear up his head. Atleast he'd been given enough time to come up with an idea "If you wanna come back with me I'll get some money and reimburse you for the trouble." he gave a small smile, to try and play up his ever so pure intentions. Impure as they may be, atleast he really would give her the money. What was a few bucks in comparison to obedience?
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 5:14 pm
A few bucks in comparison for obediance? That smile - the offer of money IF she went WITH him - made Cleo pause. Her expression was wary as she looked over the boy and finally, her lip peeled back into something that could almost be considered a smirk.
"You saw what I just did to those guys, right? They tried to get up my skirt too. That has to be the WORST line of 'come into my car, little girl, I have candy' that I have ever heard. And trust me." She grinned, an expression that didn't look so innocent on her, "I've heard a lot of them."
Cleo paused, 'hrm'ing slightly under her breath. "You COULD want something else but what could it be? I'm adorable and awesome... Soo.."
Pure intentions indeed. Weird shark-man. She wasn't gullible
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 5:29 pm
Simon just about laughed outright at that.... Infact, he did. Okay, so maybe it sounded that way, but dear god the thought hadn't crossed his mind. "Please, you're way too young." the breif laughter died down "Besides, you saw how easy I picked those numbskulls up, if I really wanted to do anything I'd go about it in a much different way."
He shrugged at that "Unlike them, however, I can get a girl without force and without resulting to children." and turned, to start walking away. If she didn't want to come- Or moreso... accuse him of indending some sort of ***** rape, he minas well go.
But before he finished walking away completely, he minas well give it the last "honest" shot. "To be honest with you, I just want the guys back there to see who kicked these three's asses. Figured they'd never live it down."
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 5:46 pm
The laugh relieved her of any lingering thoughts of him being a hidden child rapiest and, instead, she DID smirk, outright. "You are more then welcome to try something - those guys were just for fun. You might be bigger and heavier then me but I can take you."
Cleo giggled, hopping right after him like any small, fluffy bird would do in a Disney movie. Her feathers ruffled as she did so, wide, curious eyes on Simon a she flounced, the drinks and sunflower seeds tucked snuggly against her chest.
"Really? Well!" Her voice went frm plain old cute to sugar and sweetened candy, a giggle twisting into it to make her sound like the cutest, most innocent and sweet little thing anyone could possibly imagine. "Then I guess I should talk like this and giggle a lot, huh?" Manipulating and making people think different things... She was GOOD at that.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 4:20 pm
She could take him? How cute... Well it was true there was more things than weight... but he wasn't just bigger and heavier, he was tougher and more powerful... Perhaps it was the thick sandpaper like skin or the rows of sharp jagged teeth that gave him such a cocky arrogance... but well, he had earned at least some right to brag.
But ... it looked like he got what he wanted in the end anyways. He could practically feel the cartoon esque cuteness radiating into his back, trying to melt off the tattoo he had there. Her looks were deceiving though, he reminded himself, "Yeah, that's perfect." he grinned ear to ear... Oh ho this was going to be sweet.
He led her off, around various alleyways twists and turns, climbing up and around a fence or two... until he made it back into a strange little place. Not once did he stop for her, you wanted to get in you had to earn it... basically... But once there it was an old abandoned warehouse. It looked like crap, but perfect to house a bunch of no good teenagers. "Here we are." he announced, leading her into their "base."
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 7:36 pm
Cleo was poison in a pretty bottle, arsenic wrapped in sugar and spice and everything nice. If she didn't love you - and she only loved Jem, Rapier, and Tyven - than she had no problem being as ruthless as she had to be in order to do what she wanted to do.
"Goodie!" She chirruped, flouncing over him with a bit of a fluff to her hair. She sped up a bit so she was shoulder to shoulder to him and scrambled up the fences with way too much ease. Nimble and quick, that was her!
The 'house', if it could be called that, was met with a narrow-eyed expression and a slight pause to Cleos frame. It lasted only a second before she sped up after Hyde again. Her eyes flickered around as they went inside.
"It needs a paint job." The little thing huffed. "But it's big."
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