Swallowed up, hold on tight (iateinsane) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-12-07 11:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | # past / backstory, bode coldiron, teagan morgan |
Trouble came in as troubled as they come.
Who Bishop and Teagan
What They have history - let's go through some.
When Various but after her arrival at the very newly formed Dog Park.
Where Austin, TX
Teagan is panting. It’s not from exertion. It’s from all of the rage that has reached up and gripped at her. Her hand is around Pinky’s throat, a knife to his chest – the point of which is directed to pierce right into his heart with just the simplest, easiest push of the blade. She isn’t the type of woman that lets her knife go dull. She keeps it sharp so that killing doesn’t have to take much effort and right now, she wants to kill this fuck face man .
Whoa.....Back-up. How did we get there?
Teagan had been at the Dog Park approximately five hours. She had been brought in by Rodeo after a harrowing journey to get there. She’d been afforded a shower and a change of clothes from an accommodating bitch. She’d seen pretty much, right away that most of the women around these parts would do anything for Rodeo – Top Dog, King James – but unfortunately the clothes were meant to entice.
There was nothing practical about the outfit she had squeezed into. Shorts that rode up her ass, resplendent with leather fringe, a shirt that was sized for a child. The only thing that made sense were her boots. Boots that were shit kicking and black. Her hair was a mess of braids and tangles – a mane that was as wild as she was.
She’d supposed to been sleeping but laying down and resting in a strange place was hard on the hardened woman. She’d gotten out without much effort – being a pretty woman of moderate size – none of the men in camp saw her as a threat. That was their first mistake. The second was thinking that she’d come in with the intentions of trying to take on a man with the hopes that they’d take care of her. Finding comfort in the arms of a man was the last thing on her mind.
Pinky hadn’t been the first to cat call, but he had been the first one to make an inappropriate suggestion. “You need someone to keep you warm tonight baby?” he’d called over. Pinky was never the most aware of the bunch. What he saw was a new woman, someone that was fresh for his flirting. “I got a soft mattress…I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”
That’s how he’d ended up with Teagan’s hand around his throat.
“Fuck you! You crazy bitch…”he hissed, the words a struggle as her grip tightened.