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 Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 12:20 pm
Kira marched around cirque, feather fan in hand, and a stearn look on her face to match her walk. She was irritated and had expected to meet her new assistant a long time ago.
"Vere ees sche!" Her russian accent filled voice was filled with irritation and she looked around the area, stomping her foot.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 12:55 pm
Scarlett gingerly stepped out of her trailer with a long fur coat trailing behind her. “Hmm, she’s righttt herr.” The buttercup blonde replied with the air of an alcoholic. “youu know, you are jus’ a vee bit loud, oui?” Her eyes narrowed at the sight of Kira as she beamed through her ghostly white make-up. “My apologiez if I kept you waiting, I jus’ had to prepare for my close-up." Scarlett, brought the collar of her fur coat up to her chin and stepped closer to Kira. “Bit chill-y, non? Would you care to j-oin moi?” She gestured towards her beer can trailer with a smirk, her breath hung in the air like a cloud, weighed down by whiskey.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 1:07 pm
Kira looked to the bottle and gasped in complete offense. Taking her fan, she pulled her hand back and slapped Scarlett's hand in disproval.
"Ahee neeverr signed up forr such an insolent vool az an ahseestaunt!" Her eyes looked down at her, past her nose with a complete fierce look. It took a short moment before the smell of whiskey came to her nose and her eyes widened with further anger. "Let alone a vool voo dreenks vhiskee!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 1:22 pm
“Whaaa?” Scarlett’s hand recoiled from the slap and burrowed into her pocket. “It not lik’ I can affurd anyting elss’.” Her eyes grew wide in disbelief and Scarlett gave Kira a bitter look.
“chien.” She hissed under breath as she started to walk back towards her trailer.
Yet, Scarlett stopped half-way just before she met the door. “Well, I prefor the heat ova the cold, so if you jon’t want to jo-in moi, go ahead. See you in the spring.” She wasn't in the mood to be s**t upon by some Russian hag.
With a humph, Scarlett began to open the flimsy door of her trailer, a breath of warm escaped through the crack to greet her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 1:48 pm
There were a lot of things that Kira wasn't fond of. Drunken Harlots being one, and people walking away from her in the middle of a serious scolding was another.
"Don't yew valk avay from me vhen I'm speakhing to yew!" She stormed after her, stumbling in her heals in dirt and atop the rocks until finally reaching the trailer door and angrily slamming it shut.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 1:57 pm
A terribly frightened Scarlett swayed a bit from the force of the slamming door. “You weren’t sppeakin to moi, you were her-assing’ me!” Scarlett steadied herself against her trailer, teeth clattering in panic. She wrung her hands together in frustration; she would never be able to match this woman’s presence. “AN'd Wha-aat isss eet to you if I jur-ink?” Scarlett spat out, her voice shaking.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 8:39 pm
"I vouldn't 'AV to if yew acted corrrectly in my presence!" She angrily hit her fan to the door. "I vill not stand to have an assitaunt vho can barrely stand on her oon two feet!" Pulling her hand back, her fan made full contact with the door, almost breaking the fan in two. "Sober Up or I vill find replacement!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 7:21 pm
When the fan met the trailer with a crack Scarlett squeaked. She began to retreat into her dense fur coat as if she were a mouse hiding from a cat. “Ma-d-am.” hesitating, Scarlett tried to the find words. “Yo-uuu arr’ mistaken.” Revealing herself from behind the collar of her coat, Scarlett continued with no means of retaliating. She stiffened up a bit, ready to face the vicious tongue that had beaten her once again. “I amm’ onl-y jrunk on dee weekeunds…” With a cough, Scarlett now went a bit further. Go hav’ sum sex-e, when you arr’ reaxed, cume bak n’ chat with moi..okee?” Slathering up her cherry red lips and possibly knowing what the consequences may be. Scarlett crossed the line, daring enough to make a kissy face at the woman.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 6:00 pm
So to strike what was stated before. There really are many things Kira wasn't fond of. At all. Drunken Harlots and people marching away would really be kicked out of their seats by a drunken harlots who walk away from her while in the middle of speech and then have the guts to state she's undersexed. Kira was quite very sexed. If not over-sexed. In fact she was so sexed she didn't know what to do with the massive surplus of sexed-upness that she had. Or at least that was something she liked to tell herself. It had been some time since she had, ahem, 'relaxed' herself, and maybe that was why she was so stuck up that many people really wondered if they were mistaken when they saw, what looked like to them, to be a pole up her topyez (or butt to everyone else.)
At this point, her face was mad with fury and her hand was wound back so far that the gust of wind created by her incoming slap would likely blow away all the trailers, tents, acts, helps, animals, trees, rocks, dirt, and well, everything else upon impact, and the likely hood of Scarlett hoping Kira had broken her fan on that door would be very, very high. There was a short moment of silence until the loudest smack could be heard probably from even miles away.
"Вы глупая пьяная проститутка! Когда-либо не говорите со мной тот путь снова!" Which, to all non-russian speakers translates to: "You stupid drunken harlot! Don't ever speak to me that way again!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 6:45 pm
Everything fell silent; it took Scarlett a few seconds to come back to reality. All Scarlett could hear were her heartbeats, all she could feel was the lump in her throat. Eyes closed tight, Scarlett was petrified, and her whole face was scrunched up like crinkled paper. It was as if the impact of the hit had blown her off track. Instinctively, she backed away from the raging woman in fear of being battered once more.
“mmmm-er-ddd-e wwww-o-oo-man!!!” (s**t woman!) She stuttered, her hand clenched over her heart. “If yo—u res-pected moi, I ww-ould respect j-ou.” Scarlett tilted her head back, letting the icy air embrace her heated face.
Eyes locked on Kira, she began to gradually face forward. Her hands fiddled nervously in her pockets. Scarlett was shocked that she hadn’t cried yet. This was an opportunity Scarlett was going to regret loosing... it wasn’t like she couldn’t help but get so heated in response to the b***h’s actions.
Scarlett pushed through Kira and opened the door in hopes of starting fresh. She didn't even know this woman's name and they already were having a b***h fit. “Come inside.” This was no question; Scarlett was going to wear the pants now.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 7:17 pm
Kira felt pleased and an extreme sensation of relief after slapping her and almost grinned when Scarlett 'invited' her inside. She figured this was a sign of submission and that her assistant-to-be would now be under her thumb. She followed inside, hips swaying in complete arrogance, and slammed the door behind her. She stood by the door, saying nothing, and waited for her pet to come crawling on her knees, seeking redemption.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 7:40 pm
“J’ou SIT!” Scarlett roared, her head aching with anger as she pointed her finger towards a chair. “Lez jet dis straight-ut, J’;RIGHT NOW.” She paced around her trailer, hands clenched at her sides “I j’will not be j’our lap dog. I j’WILL NOT BE TREAT-UED J'LIKE A PHIECE OF MERDE.” With a loud roar, Scarlett wrapped her hands around a porcelain vase and threw it at Kira’s feet. She bounded up to Kira with the glass crunching beneath her soles. “I-If j’you’re looking for someone to be j’your b***h or tenderize j’ike a phiece of meat, j’you hav’ ja wrong gill.” Not now, not now. Scarlett breathed in deeply, trying to hold in the tears of frustration that were building up. She wished the woman would give up, she wished she would just say sorry. The girl needed this job…this chance. But Scarlett certainly wasn't going to become sugary sweet just like that.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:37 pm
Kira sat down, the broken fan laying across her lap, and crossed her legs, giving Scarlett a blank stare. She had to admit, she was impressed with the amount of guts it took for her to say all of that, but never the less, it enduced a pair of rolling eyes and a yawn. She cocked her head to the side with a raised eyebrow.
"Arr yew done?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:44 pm
It wasn’t a sorry, but it was good enough. “oui,” Scarlett sniffled.
“Scarlett.” She teetered over to Kira, hand slightly shaking as it was placed in front of the seated woman. “Scarlett Au Clare- Bedeau”
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:49 pm
Kira looked at her, eyes iced over and placed her hand out for it to be kissed.
"Keerra Antohnya Roxan Vlahdislahv Kehdzyersky." Her smile was cold, detached, and empty.
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