Fee
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Post by Fee on Dec 27, 2006 6:08:24 GMT
Seeing as how Fiona was well and truly trapped, there was nothing the young human could do but shoot Bo a positively face-melting (but not entirely serious) glare. Most of her human companions knew that this particular 'Look' meant trouble, but Bo wasn't what one might consider to be cowardly...and he was a werewolf.
"If you weren't all supernatural and shit, I'd whallop you," she smirked, unphased by the fact that she'd just 'lost.' Besides being too adventurous for her own good, Fee was not what most would call humble, no matter the circumstances. "And I could still do considerable damage...somehow."
The bit of uncertainty in her voice rather deflated the threat. So, with a grin, she went for the irritation factor. "I know where you sleep...Malfoy."
Hey, he had called her Pipsqueak.
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Bo
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Post by Bo on Dec 29, 2006 2:07:20 GMT
Bo’s growl was reflexive, and he couldn’t have stopped it if he’d tried, or wanted to. But since he had never tried, or wanted to, all was well, and it was accompanied by a vivid blue flash in his eyes, and a smirk, so there was no real threat to the sound at all. It somewhat defeated the purpose, almost cheapening the noise, but Bo didn’t care. He’d won, and that was what mattered.
“If I didn’t know better,” he began, narrowing his eyes, “I’d say that was a threat of some kind. But I’m not sure… I’ll have to think about it, maybe.” His smirk became a grin, and finally, he slipped back off her, offering a gloved hand down to help her up from her back.
They had gotten their ‘daily’ fight out of the way, and now, ‘business’ as usual could commence.
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Fee
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Post by Fee on Dec 29, 2006 4:04:40 GMT
Bo might've 'won' this round, but Fiona would have her day, oh yes. "Just make sure you watch your ass, Blondie," she teased and let the werewolf hoist her to her feet. With a broad smile, she then slipped up behind Bo and hopped on his back, piggyback style; penance for his cheek.
"One way, or another," Fee sang, loudly and off-key while she bounced to the beat. "I'm gonna find ya, I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha."
Her silliness garnered a laugh from the group as Bo toted her back to them. Fiona grinned wickedly. "So, boys, what's on the agenda for tonight?"
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Bo
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Post by Bo on Dec 30, 2006 1:12:35 GMT
Fee was a bit of a brat, in some senses of the word, but they all were, to varying degrees. Bo supposed that was part of the appeal; what they saw in one another. They saw a familiarity that was comfortable to them, in whatever way, and for Bo, it was a kind of pack instinct, one that caused him to gravitate towards his own kind, but in this case, not in the most typical of senses. They weren’t all werewolves, or even all supernatural at all, but he didn’t care about that.
“Well, you two missed the race, so we were thinkin’ maybe…” Bobby trailed off, and Bo flashed a feral grin.
“That’s code for ‘we don’t know yet’, right?” He gave a bounce, driving a giggle-like sound out of Fee, and grinned anew. Well, they would just have to remedy this situation. “Lucky for you chumps we’re here, or you’d all be lost causes…”
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Post by Fee on Dec 30, 2006 2:15:42 GMT
"I think they're already pretty lost, Bo."
Bobby, in response, growled something that was both painful and anatomically improbable. Fiona just smirked and slid down from Bo's back, snatching her pack of smokes and selecting one. Now, if she could just find her damned Zippo...
"Ian ain't doing more'n one race tonight?" she questioned. The movement of her lips made the cigarette wobble slightly. With a devious grin, she continued, "That's new. Figured he'd be trying to scam you losers for all you were worth."
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Bo
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Post by Bo on Dec 30, 2006 2:53:33 GMT
Bo’s smirk was sly, slanted and all too devious to be allowed. But it was well deserved, as he held up a Zippo lighter… Fee’s Zippo lighter, at that. He’d slipped it away from her during their scuffle, as he was wont to do. Really, it was in his very nature. He couldn’t help himself.
As he held the lighter out to her as if it were the most normal thing in the world, he spoke, “Well, I think he’s pretty preoccupied with another kind of pursuit right now.” Okay, so he would get his ass kicked if Skid got wind of what he was implying, but he’d get over it. The blonde werewolf’s words sparked a ripple of ‘ooh’s and various other mutterings and chuckles, and he shrugged as he looked to Fee.
“Whatever. Next time he races, I don’t intend to miss it.” And again, he grinned.
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Post by Fee on Dec 30, 2006 3:12:22 GMT
Fee did know that Bo's kletpo tendencies were beyond his control, but that didn't mean that she took it lying down. The smaller human gave a little snarl and snatched back her lighter, giving Bo a light cuff upside the head for his troubles. She lit her smoke with a flourish and shoved the lighter back into her pocket while she took a drag on the cigarette. Bo's comment made her smirk, but she didn't speak up. Like Bo, she wasn't too fond of getting her ass kicked.
However, she wasn't above showing her cheek at Bo's comment about the race; she knew that grin of his. That grin usually meant trouble.
"Oh, I'd pay to see you go up against Skid-meister," she laughed, teasing, though she prepared to bolt in case Bo took offense. "If he didn't leave you in the dust, then Bella definitely would."
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Post by Bo on Dec 31, 2006 2:53:17 GMT
Bo’s grin didn’t even fade for a second as her cuff caused his light hair to spring upward before tumbling back to where it normally lay. He simply chuckled and shrugged; he wasn’t even sorry, and she knew it, and probably didn’t really care, but it was in her nature to stand up for herself, which was what made her one of the more appealing humans in the circle Bo associated with.
“Well, we’ll see about that. We’ve raced before,” he said. Sure, he and Skid had raced before, but never on bikes, and everyone knew that. More than once, Bo had challenged the older male to a race on four legs, and he was cocky enough about his victories to mention them frequently. His form was smaller than Skid’s, therefore lending itself better to speed than to strength.
“Besides, Skid’s been teaching me a few things. I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve.”
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Fee
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Post by Fee on Jan 2, 2007 19:14:09 GMT
Fiona just snorted, sending two plumes of acrid smoke from her pierced nose. It wasn't that she didn't have faith in Bo's abilities, though. She had seen him race and, while she was fairly sure that he wasn't about to beat Skid (yet), he was good. It was just another dynamic of their 'tough love' -- she teased him about his racing, he ragged on her about her boarding. All in good fun.
"Very well, young Grasshopper," she taunted with an impish little smile. The young human took another drag from her cigarette and proceeded to blow idle smoke rings. "Just dun come grumbling to me when you end up eatin' asphalt."
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Post by Bo on Jan 3, 2007 23:15:50 GMT
That was one of the best parts about being almost completely immortal; a tumble from the bike never hurt his confidence, even though it might bruise his somewhat swelled pride all the same. He could just get right back in the saddle, and keep going at it, getting that little bit more determined and reckless each time he tried. And it was just another way to get that rush; that surge of pure adrenaline that he was finding increasingly difficult to acquire.
“I’ll have you know it actually tastes pretty damn good,” he gave a playful flicker of his eyes, and reached over, snagging her cigarette to take an almost taunting drag from it. He handed it back, flicking his brows up with a cocky smirk, blowing out the smoke in a stream. “We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?”
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Fee
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Post by Fee on Jan 4, 2007 6:12:16 GMT
She gave a little snarl that, unfortunately, only garnered laughter. Fee scowled and snatched back her smoke, taking a strong drag and expelling the smoke with a raspberry to accompany it. The laughter started up again, raucous and lively; despite her 'irritation,' Fiona grinned.
"C'mon, kids," Bobby teased, sidling up to sling a strong arm over her shoulders. It wasn't quite a headlock, but it was close. "Play nice. An' don't you get this girl started, Bo. I forgot to bring the duct tape - oof!"
Fee's punch was pulled slightly, but it was enough to knock the hot air out of Bobby. The smaller girl just smirked, looking positively devious despite the fact that her face was dangerously close to Bobby's armpit. Hopefully, he'd choosen to wear deodorant, for once.
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Post by Bo on Jan 7, 2007 0:22:21 GMT
“Now, now, Bobby, don’t provoke the firecracker. You’ll get burned.” He grinned wolfishly, literally, and chuckled heartily, giving Fee a playful glance. His skin itched, his legs calling for him to run again, and let loose, but he’d run all the way here. Curse his energy, and the moon. Of course, Bo could never curse either, and mean it; he was too in love with what he was to hate anything about it.
“So, c’mon you morons, what’re we doing tonight? Or I’m gonna have to go find something to entertain me.” He paused, cocking his head. “You know what this moon does to me.”
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Post by Fee on Jan 7, 2007 20:10:14 GMT
“Ow, ow, owowow – dammit, Fiona!”
Having squirmed her way out of the headlock, Fiona had one off Bobby’s arm twisted painfully behind him, just like Bo had shown her. Her larger, dark-haired companion flailed uselessly and gave a yelp when she added more pressure. “Okay, UNCLE!”
“Good boy,” Fee smirked around her cigarette. She released Bobby and spoke up over his grumblings, “Let’s go bust up a party or somethin’. And no, Tad,” she rounded on the red-headed skater before he could pipe up. “We’re not breaking into the skate park. We almost got busted last time, remember?”
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Post by Bo on Jan 8, 2007 18:47:29 GMT
Bo was far too amused by Fee’s easy overpowering of Bobby, grinning in that predatory manner again as the animal inside writhed excitedly and yipped, almost laughing. He loved watching Fee assert herself, and make her position known. Their gang was almost like a little pack, and she was like the scrappy little female who wouldn’t be put down at the bottom of the pecking order, just as determined as any male to make herself heard. It sent a flash of joy through the blonde wolf, for some reason.
“Aww, man,” Tad grumbled, kicking at the dirt with his sneaker. Bo chuckled openly.
“You broke his heart, McFee,” he sighed, his grin cheeky as he looked at her. “But I think our little Chickadee’s got a plan, here. I’m in the mood to ruin someone else’s fun…” And just so he could get his own. The thought of it made his eyes flash all over again.
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Post by Fee on Jan 8, 2007 21:37:30 GMT
Her spent cigarette was tossed into their firepit as she grinned broadly at Tad. "Suck it up, kid," she growled. Tad replied with something vulgar, to which Fee responded with a flip of the bird. When the group's laughter had subsided, she took her usual spot beside Bo and slung an arm around his slim waist in a one-armed hug.
"Well, there's Rogue Alley," she suggested, smirking. "Zariel's gang supposedly has something goin' on that might be crash-worthy..." That slow, wicked little grin returned and she looked to Tad once more. "Or, there's Lunacy. I think the incomparable Miss Brown might be onstage tonight..."
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