Chance Avaritia "Greed" (better_than) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-02-27 15:38:00 |
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Who: Greed [Narrative]
When: Tuesday/Wednesday Night [backdate talk from Saturday til now..]
What: Greed experiments continue
Where: Greed's apartment
Six days.
That was practically a week. In Greed's timeline that was an eternity.
Zoe had crawled into the worlds of crazy. They'd texted a few times but, in the end this whole decision making thing was driving him into a frenzy.
He sat Indian style on the floor with his newest test subject. Amanda had lasted three days. Jen one and a half (that had been a good afternoon fuck), Selene two, and now Aubree. He scooted closer to her, digging his fingers into her face and stretching her cheeks. She had the milky skin, but her lips were too small. Her eyes were in no way--- he moved her eyelids up higher with her brows.
"Chance what are you doing?" She swatted at his hands, but he kept trying to rearrange her face.
"You're eyes aren't big enough! Why are they so fucking small!" Then he moved to her lips, doing the same absurd motions with a frustrated grumble. All these girls had been extremely nice, quickly into him when he put on his good boy face. They had the right personality, some of their features all similar. They all had medium brown to dark brown hair. He had started paler, but as he moved through them like an assembly line he worked hard to find someone who closely resembled the toy he'd have to replace.
He'd done all the right things, some of them weren't half bad in bed, but none of them made him witness paradise. Not in the way Zoe had described. More importantly he was getting annoyed. This experiment was failing with every single one of them. It was definitely their fault. Greed flapped his hands around when she kept slapping his away.
"STOP!" He whined. Aubree looked at him like he grew three heads. He suddenly jumped up quickly and came back with a roll of duct tape, which he proceeded to tear off into little strips and tagging himself in various places.
Then he went to work at taping back her face. Once her eyes were wide enough he stir clapping at his handiwork.
"Now, just stay that way!" As if he'd sculpted a masterpiece. Aubree ripped off the tabs of tape and stood to collect her things.
"You are crazy!" She said not able to get out of the door fast enough. He flopped back on the floor with a thud.
This was a complete disaster.
After Aubree Greed decided to go in a little deeper. Church girls were good girls. Maybe one of them could give him the answer he was looking for. She was tall with gorgeous legs, hair down her back in waves with a modest skirt. Her name was Mary. It was when he got her home that he realized real quick that saying of good catholic girls turned naughty out of church. God damnit. That put a wrench in his experiment.
Mary padded out into the kitchen just shuffling through his things. "Woah, woah, put whatever is in your hand down." He was a little hyperactive when it came to people rummaging through his things.
"I'm just making some tea, relax," Mary said clad in nothing more than her birthday suit. She tossed Greed the box of tea. Once again his thoughts went to the person that was driving him insane. When he stood just inches from the girl he held out a finger for her to be still and quiet.
"Close your eyes," he insisted. It was then that he tried that silly thing Zoe had, but Mary just twisted her lips. "What are you doing?"
"Shush!!" Greed tried again but he ended up just fingering her face. Mary thought he just had his kinks, which was good because she had some of her own. She jerked Greed against her and hoisted herself up on the counter. "No you can do whatever you like."
He would have to run a few rounds with this one. The kettle on the stove went off with a loud whistle.
"Tea's ready," Mary whispered in his ear with a bite. This definitely turned his final conclusion up on its head. Everything still pointed in another direction.