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Post by Chase Firebrand on Dec 16, 2007 21:56:01 GMT -5
For once, Chase wasn't standing idly in the corridor, people-watching. He was on the move, tense with built-up stress. Maybe he'd go find Storm. Unless he ran into Dru first, anyway.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Dec 16, 2007 22:00:38 GMT -5
Emilian's jaw was clamped shut, tendons stuck out on his neck from the pressure. His head was down slightly as angry thoughts ran rampant through his head. How dare he. He should have known better, he should have- his thoughts were interrupted as his shoulder ran into something very solid and sent him spinning part of the way around. His head jerked up and he saw someone that looked about as stressed as he was. "Watch it," he said, eyes dark.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Dec 16, 2007 22:09:23 GMT -5
Chase's eyes flared crimson before darkening again. "You watch it, jerk," he countered. "This is a free corridor, last time I checked." It would be so easy to focus everything on one willing opponent, and this guy looked like he needed a pounding anyway. Chase stood firmly, measuring the guy up.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Dec 16, 2007 22:13:16 GMT -5
"You have no idea the jerk that I can be," Emilian said, a dangerous look in his eyes. He didn't move away from the other guy. The tension he had felt when speaking to Michael was still evident in his voice and Michael's last words reeled in his head.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Dec 16, 2007 22:25:53 GMT -5
Chase closed the space between them, giving the other guy no breathing room as his glare sparked orange-red. "I don't like your attitude, jerk." The words were low, easily as dangerous as the gleam in his opponent's eyes. Chase's posture was well-practiced intimidation as he waited for the guy to back down, or to be stupid enough to push him.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Dec 16, 2007 22:32:47 GMT -5
"Oh really?" Emilian asked, not intimidated. He had had worse come after him before. "Well, I apologize, I really do." He stared into the other guy's eyes. "If there's anything I can do to make it better, please tell me," he said scathingly, words dripping in sarcasm.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Dec 16, 2007 22:45:34 GMT -5
Chase really wasn't in the mood for the game today. Still, he cocked his head a moment, as though thinking over the jerk's words. When he spoke, his voice was low and polite, but edged with danger. "You can get the hell out of my way before that pretty face of yours gets rearranged, jerk."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Dec 16, 2007 22:48:34 GMT -5
"You think my face is pretty? Well thank you, I could say the same, but I don't know that I'll give the pleasure to someone that is so unimaginative as to call me jerk as an insult three times running." If he hadn't been so tense he would have looked over his face, and probably would have enjoyed doing so.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Dec 16, 2007 23:01:18 GMT -5
"You don't like your pet name?" Chase asked, the words so thick with sarcasm that their polite facade was nearly unnoticeable. "How about git? Jackass?" Chase added a few more colorful names to the list as well, punctuating each with a step forward, pushing the guy away from him.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Dec 16, 2007 23:05:37 GMT -5
"I've been called worse," Emilian said. His face hardened when the guy pushed him and he took his wrists. He twisted them out to the side, "Bastard, sadist, to name a couple." Sex addict, obsessive, he continued in his mind.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Dec 16, 2007 23:11:00 GMT -5
Chase's lips spread into a grin of unfeigned delight, though his eyes were more murderous than ever. "Emilian," he said, that one name conjuring up every word he'd used to describe himself, and more. "I've been looking for you." Chase's body jerked as he pulled back his head, sending it crashing into Emilian's face, then pulling back as he twisted his arms free. This was the stress-relief he needed.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Dec 16, 2007 23:18:44 GMT -5
Emilian grinned, the guy knew him, he had just enough time to wonder how he had heard about him before he was seeing stars. He couldn't even curse through the numbness in his nose. He stumbled backward a couple of steps and brought the back of his hand up to his face, it came back with blood on it. His face was set as he came back up to him, pulling back and bringing his fist hard into his opponent's jaw. "And why would that be?" he asked, his voice slightly muted.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Dec 16, 2007 23:23:19 GMT -5
Chase lunged forward, grabbing Emilian's collar with one hand as he pulled his fist back, then sent it slamming into the bastard's stomach. "Friend of Savannah's," he said. He launched another punch, and another, grunting with the force of them. "And every other girl you've f***ed with since you've been here." Every word was accompanied by a spray of red-tinted blood that Chase didn't even feel.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Dec 16, 2007 23:28:34 GMT -5
With each punch Emilian felt the breath leave him in a gush. When he was able to he grabbed both of his wrists, pulling him down and meeting his knee with his chest and stepping back a second. "Really," he said, breathless as he went forward once more and threw his fist at his opponent's jaw and stomach. With every punch he named a name. "Lucretia, Pandora, Adara."
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Dec 16, 2007 23:40:09 GMT -5
Not to mention Dru. Chase wouldn't add anything to what the guy already knew, wouldn't send him after someone as retribution. He ignored every punch to his jaw, letting Emilian focus while he gathered his energy for one hard shove, knocking Emilian back into the unforgiving stone wall. One hand circled Emilian's throat, holding him against that wall, pressing the aching mass of his body against Emilian, giving him little room to attack. "If you have half a brain you'll stay the hell away from every one of them, and you'll sure as hell stay away from me."
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