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 Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 6:27 pm
So... these were the new digs. Nick wrinkled her nose. Smelled like ******** dog. The room was plain, ugly, and smelled.
There is everything wrong with my ******** room smelling like ******** dogs, Nick thought back. This was not what she expected when she agreed to join up. But then again... Had she known what to expect at all? Certainly not a ******** headless wolf babbling in her head all day!
<*sigh*>
Nick rolled her eyes, and pulled out the phone she had been given. She composed a quick text message. Simple. Elegant. Straight to the point.
kurotomato hey a*****e. where the hell can i find some ******** pants.
She clicked Send.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 6:49 pm
Gale stared at the text message for a very long time before he decided to respond.
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 6:41 pm
Nick's snort of irritation upon reading the text reply from the pod guy was in perfect time with Cujo's snort of amusement. "Jerkwad..."
"Dogs are ******** noisy, that's what's ******** wrong with ******** dogs!"
The girl wanted to throw things, but the spartan room held so little promise... So she stomped out and within five minutes was back on her phone with another text message. It was a good thing ******** runt hunters the pod guy's size were easy to track down.
kurotomato ha ha ******** hilarious. i'll be at your piss yellow house in five, ******** jerk.
And send.
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 7:12 pm
The hell.
Another text message was hastily sent out.Grey Dragon Wait what why are you coming here? Last I checked, I wasn't a girl.
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 8:23 pm
Oh good, he was home. Nick hadn't been sure, but his answer just reassured her she wouldn't have to go traipsing all over this crazy place in ******** clothes in search of that guy. Perhaps she was imagining it, but Cujo seemed a little surprised in the back of her mind, and even a little pleased. For what reason she couldn't understand. Maybe he was just glad she hadn't mentioned the ******** dog smell again. kurotomato you are ******** short for a guy. and i need some ******** pants. It didn't take long to find that stupid yellow house, she had barely hit the send button when she looked up and spotted it. Why on earth would this guy live in a ******** YELLOW house? Lame.
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 9:10 pm
When Nick found the piss yellow house she would also find one blonde haired Death Hunter standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms folded across his chest.
"What does my height have anything to do with you needing pants?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 11:51 am
Yeah, definitely his house. She had even lured him out. Cujo was doing that odd smiley-radiating-happy-thing in the back of her mind, but she chose to ignore it.
Whatever.
Nick stomped up to the guy, once again eyeing him up and down. He was runty compared to most of the hunters she had seen in passing, shorter and thinner, and more... grumpy. Inwardly the jaded silence and grim jaws of those older, taller hunters had made her wonder about her recent life choices, but this kid was just grumpy. Maybe there was hope for her yet.
"Just ******** look," she said, leaning against the other side of the doorframe in a cocky mimic of his own posture. They were approximately the same height when she did that. "You think I could stumble around in anyone else's ******** pants? I don't want to take a ******** faceplant into the ******** laundry machine."
The happy-radiating-smiley-thing began to feel more like a facepalm in the back of her mind.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 12:02 pm
She was around the same height as he was, which either made things better or worse, Gale wasn't exactly sure. But she sure had the personality for being a hunter, he supposed - the strength, at least, though he doubted whether that would make a difference once she opened her mouth.
"So you...want my pants," said Gale slowly, as though trying to determine whether or not she was actually serious. "Because you don't have any of your own yet."
He debated saying no, sighed, and then rolled his eyes.
"My my, you're quite a charmer, aren't you," he murmured, and stepped into the house, waving a hand behind him. "Fine, fine, come in."
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 7:43 pm
Nick grinned, he was finally starting to get it! Inwardly she was relieved he agreed to loan her a pair, although the worst case scenario merely involved walking around in ******** gross pod-room pants for an extra day, he was the only one she knew she could go to. And his grudging acceptance meant they were at least on speaking terms. She followed the pod-guy inside, deciding maybe it was worth being nice to him. Well. Until she was distracted by the inside of his house. "So, you live in a ******** banana." Nick commented blithely, looking around the house. Yellow walls outside, plain white walls inside. So plain it might as well been a larger version of the ******** white-walled trainee rooms.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 7:49 pm
Sigh.
Siiiiigghhh.
"I live in a house," said Gale, emphasizing the word out slowly just in case she didn't know what the word meant. "You know. A place where you sleep, eat, do laundry, lend new trainees pants."
He gestured towards the stairs. "Come on, pod girl, it's up this way."
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 8:19 pm
"No, ******** look, it's yellow on the outside and white on the inside. You live in a ******** banana!" Nick repeated, her grin not faltering. He didn't seem to be getting particularly angry over her little jabs, which only made her want to poke fun at him more. "Lead on, pod guy!" She replied with a mock salute.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 8:30 pm
"So does that mean if you came out of a pod, that would make you a pea?" said Gale innocently, turning around on the stairs to give Nick a smirk. "Should I call you pea then?"
Rolling his shoulders, he led the way into his room and gestured towards his little gesture.
"Have at it, peapod."
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 10:42 am
"You can call me Nick, a*****e," She replied, but with a grin. Immediately she turned and began to root through the dresser, shoving messily through the clothing until she held up something that seemed to strike her fancy. Then without any thought towards decency, she dropped her pants and kicked them off her legs as she pulled on the new pair. Mission accomplished!
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 10:59 am
"Peapod it is," said Gale, as though she hadn't just told him exactly what to call her. He waited for a few moments, arms folded across his chest to keep himself from chasing after all the things she was throwing around, clothing flying here and there.
And then she -
Wait what.
"Bloody - " Gale whipped around, his back towards her, face red, in spite of the fact that he'd been playing it cool up until now. "The hell are you doing?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 11:14 am
"What the hell do you mean, what am I doing?" Nick asked, suddenly noticing Gale's embarrassment as she looked over her shoulder. The girl grinned. "******** me, you're just gonna go red as a ******** tomato the moment you see a little leg?" She leaned against his shoulder, and spoke very casually in his ear, "You think I was gonna change in the ******** street? What did you expect?"
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