Irina
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
I am a rolling wave without the motion, a glass of water longing for the ocean.
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Post by Irina on Nov 25, 2006 6:29:47 GMT
Irina gave a little wave to Mileena over the top of the cardboard cover sleeve she was gripping, and a grin to go with it as Cassidy started to play the piano. She gave a graceless snort thinking of the last lamp to be on the losing side of Cass' temper and looked up,
"They're gonna learn to fight back you know," she commented. Her tone was one that could have easily been mistaken as deadly serious and chiding, as if she were telling the younger wolf off. Both were as far from the truth as possible, Irina's blunt sense of humour was an acquired taste.
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Keegan
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Cole's Pack: Fighter
Hurt myself again today, and the worst part is there's no one else to blame.
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Post by Keegan on Nov 25, 2006 23:15:19 GMT
Continued from: Rosaline’s Room.
“Yeah, and I’m the one who wants to teach them how.”
Keegan had caught the end of the conversation as he’d approached the doorway, stepping through it with one thumb still hooked on his belt, and the other hand hanging casually at his side. He offered Cassidy a smile, taking note of her exaggerated eye-roll, and laughing to himself as he strode towards the piano. He laughed again as she stuck her tongue out at him, and he patted a gloved hand to the top of her head.
“Same to you, Cass’.”
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Cassidy
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I can see you desperate to please; let me treat you for your disease.
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Post by Cassidy on Nov 25, 2006 23:22:19 GMT
A growl rattled in her throat, no matter how faked it really was; no matter how much of a pest Keegan could be, she could never genuinely get angry at him, and the snarl was as playful as it was gently irritated. She took one hand from the ivory keys and swatted at him, but he knew better, pulling back and chuckling at her. “Big brat,” she grumbled half-heartedly, making her point by playing a heavy note on the piano.
“Besides… the lamps had it coming.” She smiled, almost smug when she really didn’t have any reason to be, feeling the wolfen blue flicker more definitely into her eyes as she looked up at her surrogate sibling, her expression becoming triumphant.
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Irina
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
I am a rolling wave without the motion, a glass of water longing for the ocean.
Posts: 117
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Post by Irina on Nov 26, 2006 0:29:04 GMT
She didn't look up as Keegan entered the room, she knew it was him anyway and had now moved onto examine her next record, the Kansas EP set to her left side carefully. She gave another small wave over her right shoulder, as her wolf pitched and rolled around.
"'Evening Keegs' ", she said simply, curling her bare toes, "Cassidy's right you know, some of the looks those lamps give her... can't say I'd handle 'em differently." she gave a mock shudder and smirked to herself in her version of 'good-naturedly'.
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Keegan
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Cole's Pack: Fighter
Hurt myself again today, and the worst part is there's no one else to blame.
Posts: 240
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Post by Keegan on Nov 26, 2006 0:43:39 GMT
Keegan carefully leaned on the side of the immaculate piano, one arm rested gently just on the ledge of it, hang dangling over the edge. “‘Rina,” he acknowledged of the seated female fighter, offering Mileena a respectful, warm smile. He wondered how Cassidy felt, perched on that stool, surrounded by people that he knew she wanted to be like; she had been ‘casually’ mentioning her desire to be a fighter for some time, and yet, she hadn’t formally put a request through. He made a mental note to encourage her, the next time they were alone.
“Well, of course you wouldn’t, ‘Rina,” he said, moving closer to crouch curiously, angling his head to see the stack of records she perused. “You’re a bad influence as it is.” He gave a brief grin, and agilely leaned to the side, putting one hand down as Cassidy’s foot swung at him. He smirked at her, and then looked back to Irina.
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Irina
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
I am a rolling wave without the motion, a glass of water longing for the ocean.
Posts: 117
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Post by Irina on Nov 26, 2006 1:07:06 GMT
Irina sucked in air through her teeth in a mock, 'you're on thin ice' sound and finally looked over her shoulder at Keegan through a mass of wild, lupine curls, "You and I both know I could be much, much worse," she said darkly and tapped her fingers against the record sleeve with a flash of amber streaking through her eyes,
"I just choose not to be. You should appreciate my efforts more." She looked up at Cassidy briefly as the red-head sat at the piano and had a little inner smile. Maybe she toned down her behaviour for more than just a courtesy to Keegan's brotherly efforts, part of her really didn't want Cassidy to take on her more flirtatious habits, she just couldn't put her finger on why.
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Mileena
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Hope dangles on a string like slow-swinging redemption...
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Post by Mileena on Nov 26, 2006 1:34:53 GMT
"Keegan," Mileena 'scolded' her fellow fighter with a wag of her violin bow. "Rina is most certainly not a bad influence. Obviously, the lamps in this place have some kind of agenda."
She settled her instrument upon her shoulder again and locked in to whatever key Cassidy had settled into. A casual duet started up, light and improvised, easy enough for Mileena to continue speaking as she played. "Besides, Cassie wasn't really being malicious. Maybe you should try not to be such a massive target," she teased.
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Keegan
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Hurt myself again today, and the worst part is there's no one else to blame.
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Post by Keegan on Nov 26, 2006 1:53:19 GMT
“Well, I’m sorry,” he sighed dramatically, rising smoothly from his crouch with a grace that should have been impossible for someone of his size. “I’ll just shrink, shall I?” He flashed a sarcastic smirk, light-hearted though it was, in Mileena’s direction, and shrugged off the light jacket he’d been wearing, tossing it onto one of the benches at the side of the room as he swung a leg over the kit’s stool to perch contently.
“All I’m saying,” he began offhandedly, picking up the sticks and twirling his right one with brisk ease, “is that she’s got herself a reputation. Lamp-Smasher… it’s not much of a legacy to leave behind.” He smiled at the three females, studying the music Mileena and Cassidy were playing before managing to sort out a soft, accompanying beat on the drum kit.
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Mileena
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Cole's Pack: Fighter
Hope dangles on a string like slow-swinging redemption...
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Post by Mileena on Nov 29, 2006 21:46:40 GMT
The Asian fighter laughed quietly as her fingers flew across the neck of her instrument. She didn't reply right away, preferring to add to their mismatched trio. All they needed was Devon on bass, or someone on guitar and they'd have the makings of some kind of little jazz band.
"There are worse legacies," she finally replied when she felt like taking a break. "It could be something completely silly and humiliating."
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Cassidy
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I can see you desperate to please; let me treat you for your disease.
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Post by Cassidy on Nov 29, 2006 21:53:51 GMT
“Yeah,” Cassidy agreed in an overdramatic sigh, flicking her streaked hair back over her shoulder and angling her head to look at Keegan as he drummed away along to the music they played, “like ‘Big Softie’.” She flashed him a grin, her canines just visible in a tease.
She shrugged her lean shoulders, adding a little flourish on the piano, fitting it in mischievously before they continued. She knew she would pay for that little jab… hell, for all she knew, she would have to dodge a flying drumstick any second now, but it would be worth it. She did so love getting her ‘big brother’s’ hackles raised.
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Irina
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I am a rolling wave without the motion, a glass of water longing for the ocean.
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Post by Irina on Nov 29, 2006 21:58:59 GMT
Irina tossed her head back and laughed freely, "'Big Softie'... ahh, never gets old." She said almost to herself, the amusement clear in her voice and loud enough that Keegan and the two other females would not have to strain to hear her over their playing. She was nodding her head along to the beat, her toes twitching along in synch as she flicked to the next record to examine with waning interest.
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Keegan
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Hurt myself again today, and the worst part is there's no one else to blame.
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Post by Keegan on Nov 29, 2006 22:13:12 GMT
From his stool, Keegan let out a growl, hollow though the threat might be. Irina was only pushing his buttons — something she did enjoy doing on a regular basis — and trying to get a rise out of him, Mileena was simply enjoying herself, and Cassidy… was being Cassidy. He was merely an easy target, no matter how he looked as though he should have been anything but.
“Sometimes, I wonder what I did to you people,” he mused aloud with a sigh, “always picking on me…” Still, he smiled in his lazy, calm fashion, keeping rhythm with ease.
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Irina
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
I am a rolling wave without the motion, a glass of water longing for the ocean.
Posts: 117
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Post by Irina on Nov 29, 2006 22:46:32 GMT
Irina looked up at Keegan's void growl. She raised an eyebrow in mock offence and let the current record drop into her lap along with her arms, "Aw, come on Carebear. You know we only do it 'cause you're such an easy mark."
She couldn't help the grin and flash of her eyes that came along with her words, the full moon more than any other time of the month brought out not only her wolf but her mischievous human tendencies.
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Keegan
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Cole's Pack: Fighter
Hurt myself again today, and the worst part is there's no one else to blame.
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Post by Keegan on Nov 29, 2006 22:59:15 GMT
Carebear?!
Keegan almost missed a beat, having to catch the cymbal in his left hand to stop it ringing out of time after he struck it too hard, and stared at Irina, before commanding himself to continue, despite the shock of such a… sudden nickname. Even over Cassidy’s full laughter, he sounded another growl, and narrowed his eyes. “Oh, you’ll pay for that one,” he promised her. “Just when you least expect it, I’ll have my sweet revenge.”
Carebear?!
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Irina
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
I am a rolling wave without the motion, a glass of water longing for the ocean.
Posts: 117
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Post by Irina on Nov 29, 2006 23:05:43 GMT
Irina held onto her expression, keeping the laugh in her chest at Keegan's reaction successfully, which was hard considering she could hear Cassidy behind her letting go of a full laugh of her own. She merely grinned inanely at the drummer, pulling her legs into a lotus like position as she did so.
"Gonna hit me with a Carebear-Stare are you?" she asked, feigning innocence in her voice.
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