[Edwin Morr] ((Looks like it’s you and me… And you get to start. *chuckel*))
[Marni] (DAMMIT! *L*)
[Marni] Of all the places that Marni likes to roam, Bronzeville is where she truly feels she belongs. It’s the worst area of town, filled with gutter trash and crime, and Marni fits right in. She’s currently sitting on a random bench, where at some point a bus might come along, though she has no intention of getting on said bus at all. Instead, she’s using the light that’s flickering above her so that she can read the book in her lap. Page by page, slow and steady, and shes been sitting here for quite a while – one would assume anyway, if she started the book when she sat down, as now she’s nearing the end.
The light plays off her curly hair, picking up the blond highlights losing itself in darker depths, and shes dressed as she so often is – doubled up t-shirts, a tattered hoodie and equally tattered jeans. Her backpack is on the bench next to her, and she swings her legs idly under the bench, back and forth back and forth back and forth.
[Edwin Morr] ((Blur))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 8)
[Edwin Morr] ((Oh boy… Now we got fun))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 9 at target 6) Re-rolls: 3
[Marni] (just STARES. fucking hell. *L*)
[Edwin Morr] A woman on a bench, reading a book. A woman whom, it could be said, did not know all things that passed within her vicinity. One such thing wore the skin of a man, but indeed, was something far worse than any human inspired nightmare.
The blurred form of Edwin Morr passes close, close enough that even with his hands in his pockets, he can lean down to read the book with shaded eyes. And so he does, for a time, just reading… His head all but on Marni’s shoulder.
Until she happens to notice the finger that isn’t hers… A finger that starts to track along under sentences, following the Bogeyman’s eyes as he reads.
[Marni] It’s no great work of literature, this book. No, in fact, it’s a trashy romance novel, and the Hero has finally gotten the Girl and the page that a certain blurred bogeyman decides to stop and read involves all manner of heaving boosoms and throbbing manhoods and breathless cries of mutual delight and ripped bodices and torn laces and…
Yeah.
Marni doesn’t notice anyone near her at all- in fact, it takes her almost to the end of the scene before she notes that there’s a finger that’s not hers and she blink. And tips her head slighty. Her hand moves to her pocket, inching that way slooooooooowly as she turns to look over her shoulder… “….hello?”
[Edwin Morr] Marni looks over her shoulder… The finger seems to disappear, as Edwin turns in time with her head… Staying at the back of her head as it turns, his hand again settling in the pocket of his denim work coat.
[Marni] Her gaze narrows, slightly, and she whips her head round the other direction, her hand slipping into her pocket. “Now, I like a good trick as much as the other girls, and ya know -I really don’t wanna stab you – so… say hi?”
Still searching, as she wraps her hand around her blade inside her pocket..
[Edwin Morr] Marni whips her head around, and comes face to face with the grinning monster called Edwin Morr. Her nose is a scant inch, perhaps less from his own… As shaded eyes stare back at her with amusement of the darkest variety.
The blur drops, his form snaps into clarity… And at that moment they find themselves, face to face… eye to eye almost.
[Marni] Even though she expected it, she STILL jumps, snapping her head back away from that sudden clarity, and then… then?
She laughs. “MotherFUCKER. You scared the SHIT outa me… Edwin, ain’t it?”
[Edwin Morr] If Edwin could laugh, he would now… But given his penance, a simple beaming grin would have to suffice.
He nods, a finger brought to his lips as if to indicate it was a secret. Or perhaps, as if to indicate that was not a name thrown around lightly.
Whatever the case was, it seemed Edwin would not be telling, either way… Wordlessly, he moves to sit on the bench beside her… a knife appearing from a sleeve as he begins digging under a nail with it briefly.
The gleam on the blade was razor sharp; it clearly saw regular and frequent maintenance with a whetstone… Though few fish carvers would care so deeply for a simple wood handled fillet knife.
[Marni] She grins up at him, and watches as he comes around and joins her on the bench, and pulls out his pigsticker. “And well, looks like I woulda been the one stabbed, huh? Nice blade.”
She pulls out her switch, waggles it, and then puts it back in her pocket “but I’da given as good as I got.” A beat, and she holds up the book. “Enjoy the read?”
[Edwin Morr] ((Paused here for now))
[Edwin Morr] ((Dex + Stealth + Fox))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] She compliments the knife, and Edwin grins… Then, with a deft flick of the wrist, the blade spins on his palm, ending up with the handle held out where the blade had been mere moments before. It was a move akin to that of the ‘Texas Roll’, so en vogue with gunslingers in the days of the Wild West. He holds the blade, handle to her… As though offering it up for a better look.
Strangely, after he does so… An almost unseen twin to the knife he’d just handed her seems to appear in his other hand. Such that, almost the moment after handing her the knife, he returned to digging the whatever-it-was out from under his nail as though he’d never handed her a knife.
Then, as she asks after the read, Edwin’s liar’s grin widens and he shrugs… Waving his hand in a so-so motion…
[Marni] He flips the blade around and offers her the handle and she sets the book down in her lap and takes it easily enough, chuckling as another takes it’s place in Edwin’s hands less than half a heartbeat later. She hefts the blade in her hand, testing the balance and weight, and makes an appreciative sound in the back of her throat as she tests how sharp it is against the fine, fine hair along her arm. “Niiiiiiiiiiice. Very nice indeed.”
He comments on the book and she chuckles with a nod. “I know, it’s trash, but it’s all they had on display for me to swipe. I’ll have to hit up better stores. They can’t even do a sex scene right? I mean seriously, heaving boossems?! Please.”
[Edwin Morr] Edwin tilts his head and shrugs… Almost as though to say that was the part he liked best. Then, after a moment, the knife disappears again and he takes her book in hand. A moment, two… Flipping through the pages…
Before he finds the spot she was reading. He can’t help but grin wider and nearly laugh as his finger underlines the phrase discussing the male character’s ‘excess of manhood.’
Setting the book down, after Marni got the chance to see what he’d pointed out, he makes a small space with his hands. Then it widens, and widens again moments later… Much like one who describes how a fish story grows with each telling.
Then, he holds up his index finger and thumb about an inch apart, and silently laughs at his best guess of the truth of things.
[Marni] She rolls her eyes, laughing. “My boobs don’t HEAVE. They bounce though. Delightfully.” And she bounces a bit in her seat as if to prove her point, before she leans over to see what he’s pointing at… then the miming. She laughs again, dark eyes sparkling as she nods her agreement.
“Definitely – like the fish tales of the boys back home… or the optimistic comparison of themselves to massive sausages.” She rolls her eyes, and nudges Edwin playfully. “Sides, all that matters is if they can USE it properly, in truth. Size of the boat don’t matter – it’s all about the motion of the ocean…”
[Edwin Morr] At this, Edwin can’t help but shake his head in disagreement. First, making a little rippling motion with his fingers and then making a larger waving motion with his whole arm. Little waves… Big waves… Not all oceans were created equal.
Still, he was quite attentive as she bounced in her seat to prove her point, a lecherous glint to that liar’s grin as he pointedly considered her chest. Nodding approvingly…
[Marni] She nods, slightly. “I suppose. But then again – depends on what ya in the mood for I guess. Me, I’m always ready for the big crashing waves…”
He pointedly considers her chest, and she doesn’t shy away or smack him as some might. In fact, she arches her back a little, and takes a peek under her shirt even. “They really are quite fabulous. Some of us are just blessed – keeps me in Cuddle Country whenever I want, so I’m not complaining at all.”
She glances at him, a knowing little sly grin falling comfortably across her lips. “You complaining?”
[Edwin Morr] Edwin shakes his head in dissent… No, no complaints here. As a matter of fact, he’d never been much for whining. It spoke to a lack of character.
And he’d never been one to disagree with a pleasantly bouncing rack and a woman unafraid to let him take in the view.
Then, he winks at her… Grinning that sly grin, watching and quite clearly enjoying the view.
[Marni] She chuckles and nudges him with an elbow again. “Ya know, most others like us won’t even admit to admiring the view. Where’s the love in that, I ask ya?! Nothin’ wrong with a good cuddle session now and again, long as folks is careful like, right?”
Ahhh, a free loving Gnawer babe. Gotta love it.
“So – you and yours hang round these parts lots or just passing through scaring all the short yet stacked gnawers?”
[Edwin Morr] Edwin shrugs, letting his fingers point down one street, then another, then another… Before he shrugs. Then, the sly grinning No Moon points to his eyes, and makes a crude gesture of palming non-existent swells on his own chest.
Almost as if to say he made a point to keep track of the short yet stacked female sort.
His eyes were pools of darkness, beneath the shade of the baseball cap bill, pulled low as it was upon his brow. And even though his clothing was not all black, it was clear, just watching him… That there was darkness running in his veins. His breeding spoke of it…
Lies and darkness and secrets and Shadow Lord…
[Marni] She tips her head, and then laughs outright again. Keeping track of the short and stacked, indeed. “You’re kinda cute in a dark and twisted way, ain’tcha?” She’s not offended, obviously, despite the crude gesture. She’s seen worse. Done worse. Or so the mischief in those dark eyes of hers suggest…
Shameless, Marni.
That knowing little grin never fades, and she points off in the direction of where the Spitfire have taken up residence. “Me and mine, we’re over by the Back of the Yards now. Me, I like to keep track of sneaky little Lords. In fact, I stole the tie right off one just the other day…”
[Edwin Morr] And at this, Edwin grins and puts his fingers to his nose… Pantomiming a nose growing like Pinocchio’s when lying. Then… Tilting his head, Edwin again raises the index finger and thumb, a short distance apart. Considering them and then pointing to his chest with mock sincerity, he shakes his head… A sly grin spreading anew across his lips as he does so.
If Marni’s shameless nature truly bothered the ‘lord, it seemed to show very little. Point of fact, his expression seemed rather good naturedly amused, if perhaps made dark by the fact that the moon was dying. Made dark as his own auspice drew nigh…
[Marni] She gasps. “You think I’m lying? I can show you the tie! I’ma have to give him another go, so I can steal a dress shirt too. I look FANTASTIC dressed in just a men’s shirt…” Pure mischief in a little Spitfire Package, Marni.
The moon was dying, tugging her senses as well – they’ve more in common than most would think, and she’s just as amused. “And they call me Sticky Fingers for a reason. I just can’t help myself. Ya might wanna keep an eye on the shirt on YOUR back…” She wiggles her brows, and settles against him, comfortably.
[Edwin Morr] ((Dex + Stealth + Fox))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Edwin Morr] He puts an arm around the Gnawer as she leans against him, his hand finding the pocket she was trying for earlier and considering its contents with what measure of idle duplicity was bestowed him…
Then, he taps his nose, that wide lopsided grin widening as if to say he knew she’d look fantastic dressed in just a men’s shirt…
[Marni] [I see what yer doin…]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Marni] […or not. *L*]
[Marni] He puts an arm around her and she lets loose a little content sigh, curling in against him and tucking her head against his shoulder, curly hair tickling across his neck and jaw. She completely misses the fact that he’s slid his hand into her pocket in doing so – though there’s little more than her switchblade, three marbles, a box of matches and some lint in that pocket anyway.
He just knows she’d look great and she tips her head to whisper across his ear. “Maybe I’ll show ya sometime…”
[Edwin Morr] Edwin, for his part, grins a grin that all but drips trouble and naughty insinuation, as though perhaps that were exactly what he had in mind. His fingers settle upon the switchblade… Palming it as he contentedly holds her to him.
He was warm, and smelled of… nothing. As scents went, he was a hole in the universe, a non-entity… He gave off as much smell as any true shadow would.
[Marni] [lets see if Kahseeno loves her at ALL today…]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Marni] She inhales deeply – and discovers there is no scent about him, but for what his clothing holds – a hint of laundry soap, perhaps, of fabric softener. Of his skin, there is nothing, and she chuckles softly at the discovery. No wonder he’s so damn sneaky… he CAN be.
Cuddled close, she’s content. She’s quite a warm bundle of curvy cuddliness, after all, and she’s unashamed of taking what nuzzling she can get, wherever she gets it. Back home, the pack all shared a room, all tangled up like a basket fulla puppies. Sometimes, she misses that.
And that grin of his, all trouble and naughty insinuation, makes her simply grin up at him in return, full of promise and daring, as she drapes her arm around his belly, and slyly dips her hand into his pocket- completely unaware he’s done the same to her, and palmed her favorite switchblade.
[Edwin Morr] ((I saw that.
Perception + Alertness (she told him she’d stolen stuff from others), diff = 6))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]
[Marni] [Answer – no. *L*]
[Edwin Morr] She drapes her arm around his belly, and as she moves to his pocket, his hand slides down to take hers in a contented pat… Gently stroking her fingers as he just grins that sly grin… His arm still around her, her switchblade in his palm.
She was nice and soft and warm in all the right ways. If only she weren’t full blooded garou…
It seemed an awful shame to let a pretty stacked thing such as she get away without some manner of not so good-natured fun.
[Marni] She growls softly against his neck when she’s caught, but it falls into soft laughter. “Can’t blame a gal for exploring shadowy pockets, can ya?”
Warm, and soft, and distracting as she breathes against his neck. Enticing, and promising all manners of mischief, full-blooded or not. She doesn’t pull back, or move away from his hand’s pat across her own. “So…” and the grin returns, felt across his neck. “…gonna punish me for being a bad girl?”
[Edwin Morr] Edwin shakes his head that no, he couldn’t blame a gal for trying shadowy pockets. And then nods as she asks after being punished like a bad girl.
Swiftly then, he releases her hand and pulls her over his lap… Patting her bottom in something only just a bit less than a spank and only not quite a grope.
[Marni] She squeals as she’s pulled over his lap, wriggling like a caught fish as he spank/gropes/pats her ass, laughing in delight as she twists in his lap, hook an arm around his neck to pull herself until she’s seated sideways across his thighs. She pouts at him playfully.
“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not…” Dark eyes sparkle with humor and just a sense that shes having a hell of a lot of fun tempting fate. That little wriggle in his lap practically confirms it.
[Edwin Morr] ((Paused here for now))