making my skin crawl
AGE
23
PRONOUNS
SHE/HER
SEXUALITY
BISEXUAL
RELATIONSHIP
SINGLE
CRUOR
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Sept 7, 2019 22:58:25 GMT -5
Post by CHERRY RISING on Sept 7, 2019 22:58:25 GMT -5
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She regrets leaving her good eye patch home. This one is too tight, too annoying for her liking. Part of her is ready to just rip the damn thing to shreds and let the destroyed eye breathe. Most of her knows the general public isn't exactly ready to see what's beneath the shield. It's not like it's super bad but... It's certainly not good either.[break][break]
A snarl rips past her lips into the open air around her and she all but tears the worthless piece of cloth off her face. "Stupid thing," comes from gritted teeth. Screw it. She isn't here for the disgusting citizens of Goldenrod anyway. Well... She's here for one. Fayna. That irksome blonde. Anger simmers within her veins at just the mention of her name. God, who does she think she is? Some sort of idol? The whole thing disgusts Cherry. Pretty princesses don't belong in this line of work. Isn't she worried she'll break a nail or something? The soft sound of a scoff resonates in her throat as she turns away from the sight before her. The skyline of Goldenrod... Most love the city, find it breathtaking with all the glorious buildings. Her? She couldn't care less. If it isn't Lavender town, she just simply couldn't be bothered to pay it any mind.[break][break]
"Gengar," her voice is a hiss as she glances to the shadows around her. The faint echo of snickers are the only response she gets as her faithful ghost type reveals his head from the darkest part of the alley. "Find her yet?" The purple Pokemon merely shakes his head and she growls, gloved hands curling into tight fists at her sides. Does she have any sense of time? She specifically said to meet at midnight as to not be disturbed by the pests that occupy the city. To be kept waiting... The girl better pray she doesn't piss Cherry off more. After all, she did just happen to have sharpened her blades for the occasion. Pity to carve such a pretty face.[break][break]
The tap of heels against pavement alert the red bodysuit clad girl to company and she knows who it is without even turning around. "Don't you own a clock?" She snarls, patience already thin as paper as her fists uncurl. "You can't even use trying to be fashionably late as an excuse, either. Your outfits are ugly," The snark is out in full force tonight, bark almost matching how vicious her bite is. A knife is pulled out and twirled within previously idle fingers in one fluid motion. A warning... She turns then, red hair swirling around her shoulders at the motion. Gengar fully appears at her side with a mocking salute and malicious grin toward the blonde. "How are things?" It sounds uncomfortable coming from her lips. Politeness is not normally something she does but she feels a certain kinship with the girl, she supposes. Maybe that's why she even bothered showing her face in this god awful city. Nevertheless the commander continues to play with her knife as she waits for an answer, one eye focused on Fayna's face while the other is a bloody mess of shattered blue. Is this what it's like to feel exposed...?
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PRONOUNS
She
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
RELATIONSHIP
Cunning
UNSORTED
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Sept 8, 2019 9:05:30 GMT -5
Post by FAYNA DEIOS on Sept 8, 2019 9:05:30 GMT -5
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She lifted the clear oval glass to her lips, allowing the strong remainder of red wine to permeate her tongue, her taste, her senses. Then, with the container cup emptied and dry, set the wine glass down elegantly atop the bar's surface. She thanked him before flashing a winning smile with red lips -- the smile that she has been giving the bartender since her heels stepped foot into the tavern. She is far from intoxicated, and the man's ruggish appearance does nothing to suit her desires, though her posture is suggestive, and her classy orange dress in close enough to outline all the right curves. She is elegant, but inviting. She only wants one thing from him, but it's not what he thinks. [break][break] The blonde picks up a white napkin nearby, and dabs at her lips and teeth, removing the crimson colorant. There was something about red wine that was calming to her, something that reminded her of blood -- like the streams that had recently run through Saffron City. Comfort of the color outweighed its minor nuisance of blemish, and she found herself also relishing the taste of the burgundy Cabernet. She catches the bartender's eyes on her as she re-applies a shade of romantic red lipstick that she takes from her pokeball belt, his attention centered as he ignores the calls for alcoholic beverages from other patrons. "Would you like another drink, miss?" He flourishes a dashing smile that could melt hearts. He's well aware of the flirtatious game she had been playing, and wants more. Too bad Fayna didn't have the time. [break][break] She puts the lipstick back into its place and notices the time on his wristwatch. "Maybe another time," She feigns an apologetic smile, and reaches for her pokebelt. "Just let me pay for my wine, and--" [break][break] His hand wraps around her arm to stop her, just as she had anticipated, his eyes pouring with chivalry and hope in one last chance to win the blonde's true attention. "No, miss. it's on the house." [break][break] Fayna locks eyes with him, and her lips fall into a smile, allowing her eyes to stare back in gratitude. "Thank you so much. You are so kind..." She allows the words to tumble out as if the situation is a pleasant surprise. Little does the ruggish barbarian realise that he has just been tricked by the queen of deceit. She waits a moment, to let the "spark" between them linger, then turns around to have her heels meet the wooden floor, all the while smiling idiotically as foolish romance-craved women often do. "We'll meet again." Fayna laces the words with wistfulness as she walks away with a smirk, her obedient Ninetales trailing behind her, knowing that her promises were clothed in lies and that the real person she looked forward to seeing was waiting for her elsewhere. [break][break] A few blocks later, she spots the purple fur of a familiar ghost pokemon in the shadows, and her blue eyes scan the area until they fall on her red-bodysuited back and long cranberry tresses. Cherry's quip is met with a snicker as Fayna stops behind her, a hand on her hip. Ninetales stops to sit down beside her, all the while keeping watch of the area. Ready to pounce if necessary. "Oh, you know," she cooes as she begins to admire the back of her hand, curling her fingers toward her eyes so that she can praise her newly manicured and prettily painted fingernails, "Met a guy at a bar. The usual." Her cerulean blues look up to glance toward the second command inquisitively with a certain mischievous glint, noticing the girl's knife-twirling and wondering just how mad she could make her. Fayna inwardly scoffs at Cherry's use of the short steel weapons as warning, knowing that the second command was proficient in the art, but also knowing that she could take those knives from her before she even had the chance to throw them. The girl had such a temper sometimes. It was often the reason she was only second command. [break][break] When she turns, Fayna is taken aback for a moment, but is careful to hide her emotions from her face. Though she had known Cherry for around a year now, this was the first time she had seen her without an eye-patch, revealing the socket of horrors where a lapis gem should have been. It was enough to send shivers down one's spine, but the blonde remained mostly unnerved, though the sight did want to make her recoil in disgust -- simply because it was just so ugly and gross. Still, she stared the girl in the face, in her eyes, as if nothing was wrong. There was an unspoken trust about this moment, and Fayna had known Cherry too long to treat her as if they did not share some kind of bond. To act as if the injury bothered her would be the same as stabbing her in the back with her sword. Though, of course, she would never admit such a loyalty to the Rising woman. It was better to be shown. [break][break] The next words were strange, a phrase that the Cruor rarely used. Familial to only common civilian, to those who were considered normal in the world. The fact that the words even stumbled out of Cherry's mouth was proof of how nervous she actually was to be showing this side of herself to Fayna -- the fear of displaying her vulnerability. The killer blonde was sure the others had never seen her without her eye-cover. As violent, malevolent, rebellious, and deceptive as Cruor was, their members were still human. Cherry was still human. Even, Fayna has certain insecurities that she cannot pretend aren't there, try as she might. Things she had never displayed to anyone else. Not even her dad, or to the second command before her. Though, she was sure such a day would come sooner than she realised. The kinship between the two leading officers had grown considerably, and it was only a matter of time before she revealed her weaknesses to Cherry as well. [break][break] This question was one of them, as Fayna cast her glance to the side, not used to displaying her true feelings. Now, it was her turn to feel exposed. She had been acting so long, it felt almost surreal to recognise her inner emotions, to distinguish those from the ones she made people believe on a daily basis. Her reply felt foreign to her, as if it came from someone else's lips. "Things are... difficult. But, the mission is underway." She couldn't deny that it had been hard coming back to her hometown. It was a place she had never wanted to see again, a location she thought she never would return to. Nostalgia was all around, memories that she had shoved in the deep recesses of her mind. Her mission was the only reason she had come back, and now that she was here, reliving her former experiences, a very small part of her somewhat regretted what she was about to do in the upcoming week. Afterall, this had been where she grew up. This had been her home. But, then again... [break][break] Fayna allowed her eyes to meet Cherry's again in determination and resilience, shaking off the discomfort of displaying her weakness to another, and knowing that she was safe with Cruor. Now, she had a new home. A new life. A new purpose. And, it wasn't one she about to back down from so easily. The people of Goldenrod needed to pay for the life that they had neglected to give her. [break][break] She crossed her arms, studying the red-head before her, still noticing her uneasiness, and did what she did best. Shifted the attention. "What about you?" Her words sincere, and her mind wondered what kind of answer the second-command would give her.
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making my skin crawl
AGE
23
PRONOUNS
SHE/HER
SEXUALITY
BISEXUAL
RELATIONSHIP
SINGLE
CRUOR
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Sept 8, 2019 20:34:53 GMT -5
Post by CHERRY RISING on Sept 8, 2019 20:34:53 GMT -5
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Her quip is left unanswered, nothing more than a snicker escaping the blonde. Figures. Cherry never did expect her to allow the redhead to get the better of her. After all, where's the fun in that? Still... The response she does get almost rubs her the wrong way. Maybe the way Fayna is so nonchalant about it, examining her pretty manicure with little care for anything. Or maybe it's how demeaning the whole thing sounds. Meeting a guy at a bar... They're more than that lifestyle, Fayna's more than that little vermin. A look of disgust flashes across her features and disappears with a sudden quickness that leaves one wondering if it was merely a figment of their imagination. Easy as shuffling a deck of cards... Perhaps it's her nature that brings such simplicity to her emotions. If it isn't indifference, it doesn't belong upon her face. She's a Rising, after all.[break][break]
"Should I be surprised that's why you were late?" Her voice is cold, even in tone. Usually she would snarl, even bare her teeth but right now... Fayna doesn't get the satisfaction now. She draws closer, heeled boots snapping against pavement. Too much space means loud voices, the threat of being overheard looming over head. Some people are so nosy and she merely refuses to entertain their worthless lives. Part of her desires the distance, however. Is it to save the blonde from the sight before her? The disgusting carcass of an eye long past saving... Cherry doesn't even own many mirrors because of it. How could she face that reflection every day...?[break][break]
Her mind registers the reaction with mild surprise. Of course she would expect nothing less besides indifference to her appearance. Fayna isn't someone she would call an enemy, far from it actually, and the blonde certainly isn't stupid. Only a moron would have the utter audacity to openly gawk at her eyes... Especially with the arsenal of sharp blades at her disposal.[break][break]
Truth be told, she doesn't know much of her counterpart's history besides the obvious involvement with the Cruor and her residence being this current city. She never really... bothered to ask. It isn't that she doesn't care necessarily, just that she didn't find it important. Everyone has a past, a history, a dirty secret or twelve. She has just as many skeletons in her closet as the next person and to bother someone with spilling their guts? It just isn't in her character. Still... The answer that escapes the first commander's lips is puzzling to the redhead. She knows there's a story behind it, there always is, but what? The sudden, inexplicable, urge to ask just why she finds this so difficult rises without a second thought. Cherry knows better, though. Knows better than to pry and bother and dissect the girl before her. Besides, she would cut the fingers off of whoever tried to pry about her eye. "I'm sorry to hear that," she murmurs, genuine sympathy seeping from her lips. The second commander understands, to a degree, and an apologetic response is certainly better than no response. "Any updates on the mission front?" She glances up toward the midnight sky, stars diminished from their glory with the pollution of city lights. Awkwardness is foreign to her, emotions even more so. The uncertainty of how to react in this situation, with both of them so exposed, is apparent in the way she shifts her weight with unease.[break][break]
The question takes her by surprise, singular working blue eye widening slightly. The spotlight is back on her and she just... isn't sure how to respond at this point. With an eye patch on, she can do anything, be anything, say anything. With both eyes on display, however... It just isn't as easy as usual. And so, with little effort, she brushes her bangs over the damaged organ in an attempt to regain her composure. She will always need a shield over it, if not for herself then for others. "Fine," she grits out. The sincerity of it all. It's so unlike them. Teasing and threats are their usual go-to but this? It has never fully happened before. They never express... feelings toward each other. "Things are fine. The boss was happy with Saffron, which is nice." Cherry glances at Gengar before looking back to Fayna with a raised eyebrow and the hint of a smile. "Almost ready for your turn?"
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