Liah Rainey (phasedthrough) wrote in downfallrpg, @ 2010-04-09 23:00:00 |
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Current mood: | bitchy |
Bitch, Please
Who: Liah and Coyote
When: early afternoon
Where: the basement
Liah had visited the basement with Tony the other day, but she hadn't had the chance to look around as much as she wanted to. She'd also been flirting a bit with him, which had distracted her even more from what she might possibly find. She was all about scavenging things they might need whenever she had the opportunity. So after she'd had lunch and finished up the sketch of Verity she'd been working on, she'd headed downstairs, wishing for Rowan's wings as she navigated the billion flights of stairs from the twelfth floor to where she was going. If nothing else, she was going to have kickass legs, at least.
She had her little flashlight, which fortunately still worked, because it was seriously dark on the pool, laundry room and storage room level. Liah moved down the hallway, listening to see if it sounded like anyone else was around. She wasn't easily frightened, but it was creepy down here when the lights weren't working.
This... was time for an adventure. His first adventure at nineteen! Coyote was a friggin' man's man now, he was like... almost twenty and stuff.
First things first though: He would explore the building before the outside, because number one: this was probably where he'd be for the rest of his life. And number two: it was light outside. And there were monsters. Running was for chumps man, he didn't run. So instead, he took the stairs and glided his way down to the basement. Maybe he could find something cool, like a box. Then they could draw space shuttle stuff on it and play pretend.
Yes! Man's man.
Once he reached his destination, he emerged out of the darkness, completely unaware of any others nearby.
The basement was huge. Liah was even more aware of that fact now that she was down here by herself. It seemed like a horror movie, where the intrepid heroine went exploring and found herself eviscerated by a crazy stalker after, of course, being chased and terrorized for at least an hour and a half. Hey, maybe one good thing about the world as they knew it ending would be no more straight-to-video, lame horror DVDs. "Whatever," she grumbled to herself, determined that she wasn't going to give up and go back upstairs just because it was dark. That was what the flashlight was for.
She turned into the main storage room, pausing to flick the small beam of light around. Boxes, piles of shit and lots of shadows. Lovely.
Of course, as he ventured further into the room, he realized he wasn't alone as he heard footsteps, and saw a small bit of light flash on. Coyote jumped a little--but it was just nerves! He didn't expect anyone down here, it's not like he was scared or anything, pfft.
...he wasn't, but someone was going to be. Teehee.
He melded into the ground and creeped around and behind boxes, pausing for a moment before standing onto his feet and suddenly peeping his head over the stack.
"S'up?"
Liah thought she'd heard something, but she couldn't figure out where the sound was coming from. She squared her shoulders and tried to ignore the sudden acceleration of her heartbeat. Were there any rodents left now? If so, maybe that was what she was hearing. In the back of her mind, she decided that if anything happened, she was so out through the nearest wall. It was nice to have that option, and she was determined not to just run out of here like a scared little girl for no good reason. That wasn't how she rolled. She was just turning around to see what was in a nearby open box when there was a sudden movement and a voice.
Her response was instant; Liah grabbed the first thing she put her hand on in the box she'd been about to investigate-- a hardcover book-- and threw it at him. "Don't just sneak up on people! Asshole!"
Ow, oh God his face. And his head. Freaked out girl and hardcover book did not equal out well for the area of his body neck up. He stumbled back a few steps and bumped into some boxes, knocking one over and losing his balance. Aw man, this was hilarious.
He couldn't help but laugh as he tried to choke out an apology. "Sorry, haha!" No he wasn't. "I couldn't help it. It's the asshole-reflex inside of me." And that was a scientifically proven fact, yep.
He got back up on his feet and walked towards her, and greeted her again: "S'up?"
Was he serious? Liah stared at him, unsure whether to be pissed off or amused. She noticed that he didn't sound sorry at all for scaring her, and that evoked a scowl. She looked like the most delicate of green-eyed blondes and probably not threatening at all, but she could certainly stare daggers at someone when she felt like it. And she hit hard. Her now-monstery brother Jensen could have attested to that, and Rowan could have, too. "If you ever do that to me again," she said, "the bitch-reflex inside of me is gonna make me kick your ass." That was probably a foolish thing to say considering that he was both bigger and taller than she was, but Liah didn't back down. Ever.
"What's up is that some jerk is trying to give me the heebies in a dark basement," she said, her tone softened just a little, mostly because of the goofy way he'd fallen down. That had been kind of funny. "What's up with you?"
"Then I'll run away from you as a result of self-preservation," Coyote nodded. He'd gotten into a lot of scraps throughout the years, but one thing he'd learned was that you did not mess with girls that were determined and pissed. Was just a bad combination for whoever their victim was. But luckily enough, if he was their victim, he was awesome enough to squirm his way out of it and by the end of it all have a story to tell.
"Freakin' out some chick in this dark basement. It's pretty hiiii-larious." He grinned. "I think it's a new hobby of mine."
"I run pretty fast," Liah shot back. While her legs weren't nearly as long as his, it was the absolute truth. Plus, she was the argumentative sort. "I might catch you, and it might not be a book I hit you with next time." She made a small sound of exasperation that was a lot like pffft and then turned her attention back to the box she'd wanted to look in, shining the little flashlight she held into it. "What were you doing down here in the total darkness?" she asked, since she hadn't seen any light and he'd clearly been in here when she got here. "You might wanna get a new hobby."
Oooh, Sharpie. She opened it up, scribbled on the side of the cardboard box and then put it into her pocket after she'd capped it again.
"Ooo, sounds feisty. I like that." Coyote teased, being a shoulder creeper as he peered over her, poking his head around hyperactively. "Probably says a lot about you in da sheets, missy." Was he being crude now? Yes, yes he was. But it kept him entertained as he sunk into the ground preemptively to avoid getting smacked in the face. He reappeared off to the side a little ways, sitting on top of a box and responded: "I was exploring." Which was a perfectly fine hobby for the greatest of men.
Liah felt him looming behind her and got her elbow prepared to poke, only to whip her head around and look at him slack-jawed for what he'd said. "It might, but you'll never know," she told him sharply. It wasn't that she was scandalized, because she'd definitely been one of the wildest girls at her high school... but still, that was pretty rude of him. She could have been some delicate virginal flower for all he knew. She was going to jab him with said elbow, but he suddenly disappeared, leaving her blinking in disbelief. "What the hell?" she said.
He reappeared, and she resisted the temptation to throw something else at him. Because he was just that annoying. She shone her flashlight on him and demanded, "How'd you do that?"
Pssh, as if being a delicate virginal flower would've deterred Coyote. What if he was an herbivore and enjoyed flowers? Chom chom chom, delicious virginity flowers. He grinned: "Hurts me to know that I won't be getting in bed with you, girly." Derp, derp not. He could follow up with a variety of mean things to say, but he didn't want to be mean at the moment, and settled for cocky as he finished, "S'not my fault you don't know what you're missing out on."
Sticking his tongue out, Coyote said: "Magic."
"I'm sure," Liah said, smiling sweetly, impervious to his sarcasm. He was a total smartass and a jerk, but generally she enjoyed having people to spar with. "I doubt I'm missing out on much of anything, but it's nice that you think well of yourself, I guess." She rolled her eyes. Okay, he was kind of cute, but he'd probably be the sort who wouldn't shut up for one second during sex, and who needed that? Annoying. When he stuck his tongue out at her and told her that what he'd done was magic, she flipped him off and then turned out her flashlight, then phased through the nearest stack of boxes, which towered over her head, then quietly stepped through the next one, putting herself several yards away from him. Maybe he wasn't the only one who could sneak around and try to scare people.
Yeah, whatever! Coyote knew what sex was for, and it wasn't for getting to know the person. That stuff was left to coffee dates and phone calls at two in the morning. Both of which he figured were dead and gone at this point, so making mischief and teasing this girl would have to make do to meet his 'rambling quota.'
He sunk into the ground, before sliding closer to her and reemerging. "Ooo, that's a neat trick. I'm the juggernaut, bitch!" He pretended to reach out for a cardboard box and "smashed" it.
"Mine's magic too," Liah taunted him, a tight smile on her face, not pleased with what he'd called her. Whatever else he was, he was rude as hell. Well, she could be rude, too. "And to me you seem more like an immature little boy who's compensating for something." She shrugged and turned her flashlight back on, presenting him with her back as she strolled back over to her investigation of the nearby boxes. She was determined to find some stuff they could use in their suites, or something that might come in handy later. People were going to keep coming in here and going through this stuff, and the longer she waited, the more likely anything good would be gone.
Coyote gave that impression a lot of the time. Oh gee, what could he be doing wrong? Oh, wait. The answer to that was: nothing! Because he wasn't doing anything wrong, he was doing everything right, and some people were just too uptight to contain all of his awesome during their first exposure. It was okay, it was an acquired taste.
...buuuut maybe that last jab kinda hit close to home, because damn it he wasn't a little kid. Who was she to be judging him anyway? He was just messing around, but she had to be all serious business about it and act like she was above him and all of this.
"Couldn't I just about say the same thing to you?" He smirked.
Liah snorted, not bothering to look around at him. "That I'm an immature little boy? Are you blind as well as being obnoxious?" She might not be terribly tall, but she had an excellent rack for her petite size. She was quite proud of it actually. She smiled a little as she dug out two decks of cards, one Uno and one regular deck. That could come in handy. She wasn't all that mad at the dude, because she kind of liked snarking at people, having battles of wit... although her enemy was unarmed. Heh-heh-heh.
Okay, not quite what he meant--because obviously she wasn't a boy, and obviously he didn't mean 'same thing' literally. And he didn't mean that she was compensating for something physically--moreso that she was an epic bitch because she was actually a squishy little girl inside.
...partially because that's what his problem was. (Boy, not girl.) Not that he'd ever admit it out loud to anyone, and not that he'd ever tell this girl. Ever.
But she was right. Maybe not in the sense she intended, but she was.
He rolled his eyes, "I meant how you probably pretend to put up this tough exterior when you're just a scared little girl."
"I'm not pretending anything," Liah said, her tone blasé. "What you see's what's there." Or not, but why would she admit that to a near stranger, and an annoying one at that? She hadn't even cried in front of Ro-- not really, anyway-- and he was closer to her than anyone here. Thus far, she was proud of her ability to hold herself together, to hide her grief for her mom, her uncle, her might-as-well-be aunt and her brother. She planned to keep it up. "What difference does that make, anyway?" She shrugged a shoulder, still rummaging through the closest box-o-random-stuff.
What difference it made was that she was judging him when she had no room to talk--she couldn't act all grown-up and then call him a little kid when she was hiding something just like he was! ...except put an 'x' over that last part.
"Because that'd make you fake," Coyote pointed out, frowning and aggravated. What bothered him the most was that ragging on her meant he was ragging on himself, and damn it he didn't want to think about his personal problems at this moment. But in this case, it took one to judge one, unfortunately.
"You're acting all cool and what the fuck ever, but you're not. So you can't really call me the little kid that's compensating for something."
...it was something he was defensive about.
Oooh, somebody was disturbed. Liah put down the decks of cards she'd picked up, planning to retrieve them once she left the storage room, and turned to stroll over to where the blond boy stood. She looked up at him-- not as far up as she did with some people, since he really wasn't that tall for a guy-- taking in his displeased expression. "Are you just arguing for the sake of arguing?" she asked him. "Because you don't know me. Maybe I am cool and... what the fuck ever." She'd raised her hands and made quote marks with her fingers for those last four words. "And if you'll remember, I didn't call you that. I said it seemed to me like that's what your major malfunction is." She smiled sweetly, stopping just short of batting her eyes at him.
Goddamn it! Bitch, please.
He glared down at her with a 'what the fuck' look, and said nothing. Because at this point, he was just digging himself into a deeper hole with every stupid word he said. And he was saying a lot of stupid words in his anger. She was side-stepping his words and making him look like an idiot, damn it.
As much as he'd like to right now, hitting girls was sooooo not cool, no matter how pissed you were. Good guys didn't hit girls! That was just bad form. (Also physical assault in a dark basement? Sooo not shifty.)
So instead he melded into the ground and reappeared a few feet closer to the exit.
Did he really just do that? Liah couldn't resist a smile that was probably a little too smug. Could he be any more of a typical guy, turning and stalking (or becoming a shadow and sliding, in this case) away when the conversation got a little too hot for him? "Leaving, then?" Liah called after him. "It was totally awesome to meet you." Her words dripped with sarcasm, and her eyes rolled very slightly as she turned back to her prospecting of other people's discarded junk, small flashlight still in hand. Seriously? Little did he know that between her brother Jensen and Rowan, she had years of practice in getting the upper hand in verbal warfare. Not that she always won, but she had at least part of the time!
Coyote casually flipped her the bird as he started to leave the basement. He was going to blame this failure of an encounter on her. Because sure, he was kind of a jerk and sure he sort of instigated her, but. But. ...damn it. It so wasn't fair that she tripped over his weak spot out of nowhere!
He didn't like losing--and he very evidently lost in this case--it hurt his pride. Which he had a lot of, and sometimes he wondered if it was the only thing he owned. So when he walked away with his tail in between his legs after losing his cool... pride meter emptied.
...this so was not going to be the last time he verbally crossed swords with this chick. He was not the type of guy to walk away from shit with a loss.
Men don't give up, damn it!