Sands of time (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shiftingsands) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} kings_ransom,@ 2008-04-29 09:03:00 |
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Friday
Who?: Nikita and those she's pouncing upon
What?: Pouncing, of course, and staying FAR away from Doc
When?: Early morning, let's say around 8ish
Where?: Wherever her feet take her on the ship
Nikita had had bad news that morning. Not too long ago her brother had come to her, telling her that she needed to go by Doc Jordan's office. Nikita had questioned why, and Alex wouldn't tell her. After pouncing on her brother, shaking him and threatening to tell Mag lies about him, he finally gave in and told her why. She had to go for a physical. She'd paled, sprang off of him and ran out of her room.
She looked up and down the hall, and then down to the doctor's office. Her pale gaze had narrowed, and she turned tail and ran the other way. She had to find someone who would protect her, that and she was still terribly hyper from her shift the other day.
Her steps were light, bouncy even as she made her way around the ship. She pounced on a handful of people she knew as she passed them, talking their ears off before bounding away again. Most of them liked it, laughing and playing along with the young woman.
Nikita wasn't amused though. She was scared. She didn't need or want to go to the doctor. She was fine! Fit as a fiddle and then some. She never got sick, and even if she did it didn't last more than a day. She'd never had anything more serious than a case of the sniffles, and she didn't understand why she had to go to the doctor. He was scary. Really scary.
There was only one person that Nikita knew who could override such a terrible thing. Such a terrible injustice. Glancing around she gathered her bearings, and made her way towards Nate's quarters. Slowly she slunk down, scratching at his door softly and bit her bottom lip as she eyed the locking mechanism on the door. Pursing her lips she stood back up, the wheels in her mind slowly turning. She smirked, bounding off once again.
A few moments passed, and she was back at the door. She held up the all access pass, eying it for a moment. Poor night guard hadn't known what'd hit him when Nikita pounced on him, and frisked him for his key. She slid the key through, holding her breath at the small click and then opened the door.
Peering in she eyed the bed, and then slipped inside. Crouching low, her ass actually did wriggle as she waited on the perfect moment to pounce. "NATE!" She called as she pounced on the bed, and the two figures that lay on it. She was sprawled out over the two of them, and she blinked. Giggling she turned, and shifted to where she was straddling one of them. "Nate it's terrible! Horrible even! You have to listen to me!" She wailed, arms flailing about in the air for a moment.
Who?: Nikita and those she's pouncing upon
What?: Pouncing, of course, and staying FAR away from Doc
When?: Early morning, let's say around 8ish
Where?: Wherever her feet take her on the ship
Nikita had had bad news that morning. Not too long ago her brother had come to her, telling her that she needed to go by Doc Jordan's office. Nikita had questioned why, and Alex wouldn't tell her. After pouncing on her brother, shaking him and threatening to tell Mag lies about him, he finally gave in and told her why. She had to go for a physical. She'd paled, sprang off of him and ran out of her room.
She looked up and down the hall, and then down to the doctor's office. Her pale gaze had narrowed, and she turned tail and ran the other way. She had to find someone who would protect her, that and she was still terribly hyper from her shift the other day.
Her steps were light, bouncy even as she made her way around the ship. She pounced on a handful of people she knew as she passed them, talking their ears off before bounding away again. Most of them liked it, laughing and playing along with the young woman.
Nikita wasn't amused though. She was scared. She didn't need or want to go to the doctor. She was fine! Fit as a fiddle and then some. She never got sick, and even if she did it didn't last more than a day. She'd never had anything more serious than a case of the sniffles, and she didn't understand why she had to go to the doctor. He was scary. Really scary.
There was only one person that Nikita knew who could override such a terrible thing. Such a terrible injustice. Glancing around she gathered her bearings, and made her way towards Nate's quarters. Slowly she slunk down, scratching at his door softly and bit her bottom lip as she eyed the locking mechanism on the door. Pursing her lips she stood back up, the wheels in her mind slowly turning. She smirked, bounding off once again.
A few moments passed, and she was back at the door. She held up the all access pass, eying it for a moment. Poor night guard hadn't known what'd hit him when Nikita pounced on him, and frisked him for his key. She slid the key through, holding her breath at the small click and then opened the door.
Peering in she eyed the bed, and then slipped inside. Crouching low, her ass actually did wriggle as she waited on the perfect moment to pounce. "NATE!" She called as she pounced on the bed, and the two figures that lay on it. She was sprawled out over the two of them, and she blinked. Giggling she turned, and shifted to where she was straddling one of them. "Nate it's terrible! Horrible even! You have to listen to me!" She wailed, arms flailing about in the air for a moment.
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