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Post by Raven on May 5, 2011 22:06:58 GMT -5
Emily shook her head, bemused. She still had her arm around Jared. "Was there something you wanted...?" She realized she didn't know who the Hitler guy was.
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Post by FoxTrott on May 5, 2011 22:15:10 GMT -5
Rhyme frowned. He wasn't going to get anywhere with this girl. Obviously, she was already into the soldier more than him. He shook his head, a feeling of embarrassment creeping over him. In the back of his mind, he knew this was the soldier, and made a note to remember his face.
"Just wanted to wish you a good night," replied Rhyme, looking at the princess and smiling, "Great Cleopatra. Were you my second in command, the Axis would have been unstoppable." He gave a grand bow, and looked up at her at the lowest point of his bow with a devilish smile. "Not to mention the most beautiful alliance in history. Wait." He snapped out fo the soldier's form and back into his own, straightening up and retaining the smile. "Now the most beautiful alliance in history. I was insulting beauty a moment ago, my apologies."
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Post by Gifted on May 5, 2011 22:17:20 GMT -5
Jared glared at him, before muttering "Whatever helps you sllep at night, weirdo," and walking off. And to think, when he'd first seen the costume, he'd only raised his voice to laugh with the guy!
Ah, well. Plenty of other women around. He couldn't be in a bad mood for very long.
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Post by Raven on May 5, 2011 22:22:04 GMT -5
Emily pretended not to notice Jared was going. She should have realized. She rubbed her head, trying to get rid of her pounding headache.
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Post by FoxTrott on May 5, 2011 22:26:31 GMT -5
Rhyme adjusted his cap victoriously. He stepped towards the girl, about as close as she and the soldier had been.
"All right, Cleopatra?" he asked, his attention divided between her and scanning the crowd for other girls/men to ruin the night for, "Music getting to you? I know a few quieter places."
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Post by Raven on May 5, 2011 22:28:20 GMT -5
Emily looked up and nodded. "Please. That would be great. And my name is Emily."
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Post by FoxTrott on May 5, 2011 22:34:01 GMT -5
"Pleasure to meet you, Emily. My name is..."
Somebody in the midst of the crowd caught Hitler Rhyme's eye. They looked like an angel; not even an archangel or a fallen angel, but an actual, white-winged angel. His one-track mind taking over, he walked in a daze over to her. He didn't even notice God standing next to her.
"The two greatest figures in the Catholic religion among rapists, mass murderers, and caricatures of evil," he mused, tapping the angel on the shoulder to get her attention, "Might I ask what you're doing here?"
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Post by Sar on May 5, 2011 22:39:00 GMT -5
She turned towards the tap on her shoulder, Noah conversing with a "client", and said "Not all angels of death are shadows," Her being on a different drug gave her a different expression from the rest on the gov supply. She didn't have the slight buzz, she really did seem to be truly happy, though it was just the unnatural amounts of endorphins in her.
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Post by FoxTrott on May 5, 2011 22:43:48 GMT -5
Rhyme tilted his head, trying not to chew on his lip in thought. She looked different from the others. He couldn't place exactly what it was, but something different seemed to be on her face. True happiness?
"But it would be much more obvious you were an angel of death, if you looked like a shadow," he said, smirking, "Subtelty is lost on the majority of people here, I'm afraid. Points for originality, though." His smirk turned into a smile. "Figures a mass murderer would be attracted to an angel."
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Post by Sar on May 5, 2011 22:47:46 GMT -5
The giggle she let out automatically got Noah's attention. This 'mass murderer was right, subtlety was lost to these people. Before Lyn could reply Noah blurted out "Who the hell are you?" He was harsh and defensive, stepping in front of Lyn.
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Post by FoxTrott on May 5, 2011 22:50:44 GMT -5
Rhyme stepped back at God's sudden interruption. Regaining his composure, he stepped to his original position, right in his face.
"I'm Adolf Hitler, that's who the hell I am!" he proclaimed, unable to keep a straight face, "I should send you straight to the gas chambers for getting in my way!"
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Post by Sar on May 5, 2011 23:00:30 GMT -5
Noah then did the first thing that came to his mind. He kissed Lyn, slipping in his tongue and then as they parted said "Go get some punch love," It was a straight command and Lyn caught in a daze of what just happened did as he said. Noah said "God hath smited you," The only thing the two would have in common besides their gender was the fact both of them were drug free.
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Post by FoxTrott on May 5, 2011 23:04:58 GMT -5
Rhyme's heart cracked in two as he watched the angel go, and looked back to God. He didn't smile at the witty-one liner, though under normal circumstances he would've cracked a grin.
"I feel smote," Rhyme replied plainly, frowning at his lack of knowledge of the correct tense.
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Post by Sar on May 5, 2011 23:21:09 GMT -5
Noah turned to return to his business, this could be a big deal for him, more money, more favors, more Lyn. It seemed like that smirk was a permanent fixture on his face as much as he used it.
Lyn waited for the punch to clear, it being surrounded by everyone else. 'Just let me get something to drink,' she thought,, though irritation could not even touch her mood with all the drugs she was on.
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Post by Raven on May 5, 2011 23:30:46 GMT -5
Kumair entered the chaos calmly. His mind was unclouded, and he navigated the crowd with ease. His hat was tilted down, shadowing his face. He was searching the people for a familiar face, any face. In particular, he wanted to know if Katia was there. He was almost to the dance floor when he bumped God, who was talking to Hitler. He straightened his low-cut V-neck shirt as he regained his balance. He didn't apologize.
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