attention fellow gamers, felicia hardy is in danger and needs your help! to do this she needs your credit card details and the three final digits on the back
attention unsuspecting fellow gamers , master chief is advising you to not fall into his companion’s tricks and deceitful strategies.
❛ ——— I know that I’m already in the history books and that people are going to remember me as the prisoner of war and the fabricated stories, but you know, to me … I was just another soldier over there doing my job. ❜ Jessica Lynch.
( wow i’m alive ??? hi i’m sorry for ghosting for the billionth fucking time. i had a really rough week before thanksgiving week, then had my one week break… and things. such. dealing with off and on issues here and there.
people i genuinely owe or deserve something from me across chief and spidey:
“You always this suspiciouswhen someone gives you ah u g?” Her words were a gentle tease, of course, keeping her hold around him, smiling softly at the feel of his hands capturing her own. “It’s a hug, soldier, just enjoy it while I’m feelin’ generous.” And she was ━ though perhaps she needed the hug more than he did. The helpless feeling as she thought of the boredom of her work almost overwhelming her. Needing a change, but after all the confidence she wore like armor, not knowing how to get it. So she came upon him, with his back to her, and the first thing that came, the first urge, was a simple hug. “Let’s drink, you got any whisky?”
he said whilst his hands kept their position, squeezed down on both her hands all so he could merely savor the sensation without giving away verbally that he was … in fact enjoying what was occurring. a new sensation occurs along his spine, a warmth belonging to Faye’s head, which made John act, his right hand rubbing as much of Faye’s hands; quiet as ever. but until she brought up the offer and question if he wanted to drink hard liquor with a woman such as herself, he had to crane his head behind him, or as much as he could see from his rear, down below to the Scottish “angel”.
“ — i’m interested, depends what you got for us to pick. ”
Clawed tips curl into the armored hand in reaction to his touch, no certain expression pertaining to the idea she was intimidated with John. There were men far worse she crossed with in past dealings, yet those previous incidents only served to a silver tongue. ❛ Figured you’d ask. There was a little premeditation on my part before I decided to come and visit, knowing you’re a sturdy man—but also a man of your word nonetheless. ❜
At the first release of his grip, palm slinked back and fingers toyed with its wrist, feigning as if she was a fragile thing ( for such a large person, his grip was … fairly gentle, she mentally notes ). ❛ Fifty grand, up and front. I’ll knock in another five thousand if you say yes tonight. Normally I don’t pay my boys this much of a raise, but consider your role to be a special case. ❜
Not one mention of what it quite was Felicia was going to make him do exactly ( she’s willing to make him wait, to build up that curiosity ), it was the charm of elusion that made New York’s very own crime boss so encapsulating in the first place. ❛ Very funny. Either you’re pretending to be oblivious, or you really have NO idea what qualifies as interesting. ❜
his charade of … “acting dumb” ends as he was too blunt to keep it up, his head tilted more to the side than previously.
“ i wouldn’t try to mix pleasure with business, Felicia. ”
he held much more control than she presumed, for he chose to be gentle with that vice moments ago. the Soldier was ever mindful as moments passed, the little movements and coiling of appendages, her alluring, relatively collected tone of voice, and the eyes that were trying to break through his amber facade. premeditated; she had played this through in her own mind, — of course she did. he said nothing, as her first words meant nothing of importance, and were considered at best to be small talk. he takes a step forward, and kept his stare down below, directed at the … “Queenpin”. she was offering over fifty-five-thousand dollars in total. she must consider John to be in a respected caliber, or she was desperate out of her mind. he would accept.
“ — keep your word, and i keep mine. — i need to know who i am working with from your ranks, locations and coordinates, link up with communications, and who or what, i am going to deal with. ”
“ … ”
he stops for a moment; correction was in order. all because choice words were spoken from her crevices made of presumption and egocentric ideals. she was in need to be told was what reality, and was not simply true. his next words were forthright and taciturn, just as they were to be frigid. but he would not exercise dominance and anger. he was not joking when he had to make things clear. what he did would not hurt, it was to simply remind her.
‘ do not take my generosity for weakness, Hardy. ’
“ — i am not one of your “boys”.”
business, identity, and respect is what he spoke when he chiding her. respect goes both ways.
how nice it, how it felt for a slow rubbing motion along his ridged knuckles. Lara was the first to initiate the hug, but it was John who changed where she stood, her back into his chest, … at least what was left of her back to occupy his torso cavity given their height comparison. the lithe hands gave his larger, and perhaps “colder” hands some warmth. romantic it might be, but it merely was genuine and generous of Lara, and by proxy, from John.
she was trying to pull him into the motion she danced in, her hips swaying from side to side, only for a moment to pass where she latched onto him and was bobbing her head from side to side. she wanted to see if he would walk, or circle around in a swaying motion to the music she blared in the background of her penthouse. he did not want any of it. yet … he … moved, but only as he walked with Miss Hardy dangling off his body, and he walked in a circle for a time. but his stop was in front of the audio control device that laid untouched on her kitchen counter-top. he looked into those wily eyes with his own pair of eyes; steely and immovable.
but those eyes of his… they began growingcurious. they were becoming interested, A G A I N.
“ you’re a casanova. it’s admirable, and interesting.”
the Noxian had to observe the sunset, the docks, and the bustling that surrounded each and every person that occupied Bilgewater; that included himself, and his beloved companion, Sarah Fortune. he at least came back alive with a decently healthy stature (mentally, and physically), but his exoskeleton had a handful of dings, scrapes, scratches, and even a claw mark, located around where his shoulder blade would be located along the armor. his gaze returned back to the first thing it observed; Sarah, and pressed his right arm into her smaller form and kept her close by into his metallic frame. he didn’t have to speak for the time being, just had to let the moment be.
