[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3199381][[u]Previous Post[/u]][/url] [center] [h3][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/2865517][u][b]TEAM MISCHIEF MAVEN[/b][/u][/url][/h3] [img]http://s5.postimg.org/nqdu4gvzr/ethan_badge.gif[/img][img]http://s5.postimg.org/86b1rob93/ilana_badge.gif[/img] [color=yellow]The Sciencer (1100)[/color] [color=#2E2C2C]---------------------[/color] [color=lawngreen]The Air Jew (500)[/color][/center] [hr] [indent][i]Fucking somewhere.[/i][/indent] [b]CRACK[/b] Ilana's 73rd [url=http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Jy7agka6L._SY300_.jpg]David Jumbo sunflower seed (Jalapeno flavor)[/url] lost its shell, which then flew out with an audible [i]spoot[/i] and landed on the previously pristine floor, next to a few other shells. Her partner stood on her left, slightly behind her, with his hands hanging their thumbs on his belt like some kind of cowboy. Team Mischief Maven had arrived without notice, seeming to have merged with the crowd without ever having NOT been apart of it. Paradoxical stealth at its finest. Yet the Air Jew herself gave no shits about maintaining that cover, her munching and spooting highlighting every silence in the room, every pause between sentences spoken by the other people. Her eyes had been staring blankly, bored, even as she occasionally caught Maeve's ogling. After all that pointless debriefing, and a few introductions, now suddenly a pique of interest? Her cheeks flushed something fierce, only then fading as her eyes narrowed at the (quite) younger girl. Looking at Maeve just made Ilana want to beat Ethan to a pulp with his fucking hand before fucking his brains out. But then again, she wouldn't win. In the end. Not with that anaconda lurking around anyway. But here, Maeve, the schoolyard bully, seemed in need of a reality check regarding the pecking order. [b]CRACK[/b] [i]spoot[/i] [color=lawngreen][i]'You fuck that one?'[/i][/color] she'd snorted in Ethan's mind. The Sciencer remembered Maeve, back from Innocence. [color=yellow][i]'Nope.'[/i][/color] he'd replied, thinking about which bloodline they were gonna babysit. [b]CRACK[/b] [color=lawngreen][i]'Mine.'[/i][/color] [i]spoot[/i] [color=yellow][i]'Yah, whatev.'[/i][/color] [color=lawngreen][i]'No whatev, you're not gonna have a lonely!'[/i][/color] [color=yellow][i]'...wat?'[/i][/color] [color=lawngreen][i]'Yeeeah, I can smell his sex, but it came outta his mind,'[/i][/color] Ilana giggled, sending Ethan a mental picture of Raytheon. [color=yellow][i]'...That's nice, hon,'[/i][/color] Ethan mentally sighed. She chuckled again, bunching her seeds to one side of her mouth. Just as Raytheon's introduction ended, which had given Ethan no cause for recourse in his pondering, the crazed Israeli tensed up. The room disappeared. The outside ate them. And eyes seemed to have fallen on them. Why? They were going to shoot them. IT WAS GO-TIME! [color=yellow][i]'Relax, Illa, I got this.'[/i][/color] Ethan assured her, reminding her of introductions. Ilana visibly rolled her eyes, making a show of looking away and retreating behind Ethan as he came forth. She hated introducing herself to people who were just going to die, or worst yet, just [i]fucking disappear.[/i] Then she'd have to think about them. Most of them kids, never had sex. Or enough of it. But always high strung and cock-sure. But they just die, their bodies rip, minds clipped, all of them w--- [color=yellow][i]'SHUT DA FUCK UP!!'[/i][/color] Ethan roared, instantly quelling Ilana and shrinking her presence in his mind to the size of a pinpoint. Yet on the surface of things, Ethan seemed to have merely stalled, or maybe just considering his words. Especially with Benedict Cumberbatch (Raytheon) over there, about to blow out another monologue. [i]Minimalist?[/i] Ethan considered the irony of the man's very words, figuring it didn't translate over to verbal exchanges. [color=yellow]"Sup, y'all, so yeh... I'm Ethan and that's I--"[/color] he began, just as Ilana hopped onto his back and used him as a diving board. The Air Jew sailed toward Maeve just as she finished stretching and summing up the mission. A mischievous grin and impish visage was probably the last thing Maeve was expecting after a debriefing, but Ethan, having hardly been floored by this antic, shook his head. He simply stood there, a look on his face that said he wouldn't care even if a puppy lit on fire just fell on his head from a 10 story building while C'thulhu popped out of the ocean and pantsed him. Landing in front of her and Kiara, Ilana proceeded to leer and inch right into Maeve's personal space, the momentum of her descent cracking the ground. With her breath hot and dank from the soiled-shell seeds in her mouth, it was not hard to imagine its insides. [color=lawngreen]"Hiya cunt, how ya doin'?"[/color] Ilana rasped, a giggle somehow escaping a throat that had no air flow. Her hands, claws really, then snatched the Banshee's face, pulling her down to her height, after which her tongue dove into Maeve's mouth, along with a few choice seeds that would be left behind. Swirling around only briefly but slipping into every nooky and cranny, Ilana retreated her assault, taking Maeve's breath with her and nearly asphyxiating the poor asylum. Yet poorer still was on the rise. Ilana then used an ounce of her strength (1%? 5%? Something) and backhanded Maeve so hard that she flew off her feet and bounced on the ground. With a huff and growing battle lust, the veteran slipped up onto a nearby crate, and faced everyone in mid chew. [b]CRACK[/B]... [I]spoot[/i] She pointed a gnarled finger at every other gal, her voice on the verge of cracking. [color=lawngreen]"Your bodies will rip, minds clip, and all yer pink canoes are mine!"[/color] she barked, before vanishing with a mere slip around a building corner. Ethan chewed lightly on the inside of his mouth. In the distance, someone screamed in surprise, then the sound of breaking glass prompted him. [color=yellow]"That's Ilana. ... [i]supposedly.[/i]"[/color] he finished, taking off after her with a jog. [color=yellow]"We'll catch up,"[/color] he hollered at Crow and Reri, as everyone (perhaps equal parts bemused and shocked) was ushered towards the ship that was definitely not going to sink at some point. [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3662694][[u]Next Post[/u]][/url]