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 Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 8:13 pm
Dakota was breathing heavily as he dodged yet another hunter. Man, he always wanted girls to like....chase after him. It made it better that of course, said girls were running around in nothing but tight undershirts, if any shirts at all.
god it was THIS close to being a heaven on earth. And he was the only MALE on the whole island! Bitches love when there is only one male okay. But instead of fighting over him....for the right to their love or something, they were hunting him. All because someone told a fib and now he was paying for it.
What the eff man. All he did was wake up. ITS NOT LIKE HE HAD CONTROL OVER JUST HOW MANLY HE WAS.
He spotted another gaggle full of PMS'd women and chose that moment to duck into a room. His back rested on the door while his eyes shut close.
"Man...Man oh Man oh Man." he kept his eyes closed still. Just relax Dakota, No one knew where you were....yet.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 8:27 pm
Kostya sat in utter silence as a stranger-- a boy-- rested against the door.
She blinked. The Russian had wiggled out of her coat, and was now situated on her stolen mattress.
With wide, blue-green eyes, she looked at the stranger carefully. He hadn't even noticed her, apparently.
"Dobroye utro," she offered with a wave, blinking at him. Her word were soft and heavily accented. "I am not thinking you are my roommate."
She held up her pointer finger. "Adin: I do not recognize you. Dva: You are not a girl. Tri: You are not Mimsy."
She stood, putting a gloved hand on her waist, waiting for an explanation.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 8:52 pm
Dakota's eyes snapped open at the soft voice as he stared at a petite, and of course, well endowed russian? Ukranian? female on a mattress.
He blinked then offered her a slow but charming smile.
"Well, Yes. Probably not your roommate." He looked around the digs before nodding again, "Smart girl. New here?" He moved a little closer, still wary in case she was leading him into some kinda of trap. Would said roommate pop out of no where and attack to drag him back to the hormonal PMS females?
"Okay, So....Name's Dakota, Intermediate Moon Division, currently the only male on the island and yeah, Don't know any Mimsy." He waited a beat, moving as she stood up and grinned.
"I'm on the run babycakes, see, being the only male on the island tends to set a lot of...feelings in other hunters. Some want me, some want to kill me, some want to BE me but you know how that goes right? So where you from darling? Oh, Got a name to go with your pretty face?" He reached out to take her hand, kissing it on the wrist.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 9:02 pm
"I am new, yes. This is true." She gave Dakota an appraising look, scientific, from head to toe.
She stood, dusting off her grey tights. "Mimsy is as vell. Ve voke up rather recently."
Blue-grey eyes narrowed at Dakota. "Kostya. I, too, am in Moon." She let the strange American take her hand, pale and slim.
"I am not trusting you," she said bluntly, tugging her hand back, crossing her arms. "Not even this much." She held her fingers up, and squished them close together.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 10:18 pm
"Ah, Caught it in a glance. I'd remember if I saw a pretty girl like yourself." Dakota seemed to forget that the island was filled with boys turned into girls, and girls who turned into massive watermelon toting bitches with a vendetta against him.
he liked pretty girls. And Kostya was a pretty girl.
"Kostya. Ko...st...ya." He repeated the name to make sure he was saying it right and then beamed a smile. "Excellent! We should be seeing a lot of each other then! We in the moon division...we take care of each other after all." He grinned, not at all offended by her reaction to his kiss on the hand.
He did however laugh. Oh my god, did someone this adorable actually exist!?!?
"Babe, Welcome to the hunter world. Your idea of trust is about to be warped and changed. if you don't trust us hunters, you don't trust yourself." He gave her a lazy smile. "But go ahead, I'm like a big bad wolf. And I got a soft spot for pretty eyes and a pretty figure. I might just gobble you up."
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 10:30 pm
Kostya just rolled her eyes. "Do not be so silly." She punctuated the statement with a wave of her hand. It would be nice to go back to normal after this, to be sure.
"Do not call me babe," she offered, petulant, her lower lip sticking outwards in a pop. "I am also not being afraid of you." She circled around him, inspecting him.
Tall. Muscles from training, not from work. Darker skin, so different ethnicity. Cocky. Probably about his own age.
Oddly, Kostya was familiar with this. She knew how teenaged boys worked. "Oh, surely, you are a big bad wolf."
This Dakota was supposed to be her superior. But he did not act very superior at all. Maybe that's why it was so easy to scorn him. Mimsy was someone to follow. Jordan. Others, too, would surely appear.
But this?
"I am very sorry," she said sweetly, expression schooled to be blank. "I am not interested." She made a shooing motion with her hand. "Now get along, little katyonok."
(( katyonok = kitten 8D ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 10:19 pm
Oh man, was he totally in love with that thick heavy accent or what? Every time she opened that pretty little trap, Dakota had this like warm rushing feeling and it was just. Odd.
"Okay, Baby. How about Sugar, Darling? Sweetling? Huntress? Something you got a preference for?" He grinned before waving his hand, "You shouldn't be, I'm not going to do anything to you after all. I'm just hiding here...temporarily..."
That being said, it didn't mean he wouldn't be a polite conversationalist. Besides, new member in his division and he wanted to know more!
"Okay okay, that was lame, let's not lie here." He grinned, "But it's silly enough to make you smile right? Though pretty sure you flat lined faced at me since I stepped in."
And then he blinked.
"Whoa whoa whoa. No need for insults in whatever language your speaking..." He sat down on the bed, clearly making himself comfortable. "So Kostya, What kinda of person are you? Where'd you come from?"
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