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Post by natalie on Jul 4, 2009 16:13:17 GMT -5
Awessome update.
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Post by masquerade on Jul 4, 2009 20:37:44 GMT -5
i know some called Moira ^^
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Post by Ronnie on Jul 4, 2009 21:01:38 GMT -5
He is toooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo bad! Por Moira!! Indeed.. Poor Moira TT^TT
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Post by Ronnie on Jul 4, 2009 21:02:06 GMT -5
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Post by Ronnie on Jul 4, 2009 21:03:36 GMT -5
i know some called Moira ^^ Really? I knew someone name Mora...which is close >,>... Thanks for reading ^^
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Post by Ronnie on Jul 4, 2009 21:06:43 GMT -5
“Aww….Hmm…Let me think about it….Nah…This is way to much fun..MOOORREE-A… Bwahahahahahaha!,” Izaak laughed swinging Moira back and forth teasingly. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Oh gaaaaaaawd!" Moira groaned and clung to the giant's fingers as best she could, trying to stop the swinging motion. “P-please don’t do that!!!” She cried, starting to feel sick again, “I’ll…I’ll puke on you again!” She threatened. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“I’ll..I’ll puke on you again!”
This caused the teasing boy to stop in tracks. “Meh… You’re no fun,“ he pouted. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"No fun?! NOOOO FUN?!?! Yoo call this FUN?!?!" She glared at him. She was getting tired of this. She wasn't some little bug to be taunted and teased for the fun of it..."I'll ask yoo one last time before I do something I don't think yoo'll like...PUT....ME...DOWN!"
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Post by natalie on Jul 4, 2009 23:11:26 GMT -5
Awesome update!
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Post by giantblackcat on Jul 4, 2009 23:13:44 GMT -5
^w^!!!
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Post by Fang on Jul 4, 2009 23:16:07 GMT -5
Heehee...glad you peoples are liking this!!
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Post by Ronnie on Jul 4, 2009 23:36:49 GMT -5
This caused Izaak’s taunting smirk to widen. “Oh Please….Threaten me all you want, babe, I ain’t scared,” he snorted with a wink, ”What are you going to do? Shoot me?,” he laughed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"I wish..." Moira muttered, rolling her eyes..."With a really big gun." She looked up and tightened her grip on his thumb. Fourtunately she was in pretty good shape and had been training her body and muscles so she would be fit enough to do this. She pulled her legs up, pulling herself up at the same time so that she could latch onto his thumb with her whole body before snarling and sinking her teeth into the flesh as deep as she could...silently praying that she could hold on tight enough should he decide to try and fling her off ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“What are you do-HOLY SHIT! OW! Fuck! YOU BITCH!,” he snarled. He was about to fling his hand around in pain, but something- he wasn’t sure what- stopped him. .. “Owwww,” he whined…”So uncalled for, Moooirrraaa….You’ll pay for that later….,” he said matter-of-factly with a look that said “evil-plotting-in-progress”. . ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira loosened her bite, but didn't release..." 'ut ee own." (put me down) She mumbled...glaring at the giant and threatening to bite down again...
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Post by natalie on Jul 5, 2009 0:09:20 GMT -5
You show him, Moira, go girl!!!
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Post by Ronnie on Jul 5, 2009 0:09:17 GMT -5
Izaak sighed..."There's no reasoning with you savages is there....I don't know why my father even bothers...but...Fine....I'll put you down....But keep in mind... Try to run away and I'll crush you like the bug you are...," and with that threatening end, he unceremoniously dumped her on his bed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira greeted the springy surface beneath her with a huge smile and a kiss. “Oh thank God!” She laid there for a moment…thoroughly relieved and elated to be out of that deranged giant’s hands.
“Savages?” She snorted and sat up, brushing herself off, “Excuuuuse me…I’m not tha one dangling yoo from muh fingers and makin as if I’ma swallow yoo whole!!” The little Irish girl sneered. “Yoo’re tha savage one, giant.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Heh….That’s prolly true….,”he chuckled with a wicked grin…., “and the name’s Izaak….For the record, I’d bet you’d taste delicious darling,” he said with a wink. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira gave him a nasty look, "Try it...and I'll tear yer innards apart from tha inside."
She sighed and sat back, supporting herself on her hands while she looked up at the giant, or...Izaak...she corrected herself..."Izaak, eh? Pretty normal sounding name...how old are yoo?" She squinted, looking him up and down. He didn't look all that old now that she looked at him closely.
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Post by Ronnie on Jul 5, 2009 7:07:16 GMT -5
"Normal, eh? I-Z-A-A-K...Well..I guess it may have the same roots,...There is a conspiracy theory on my planet that somehow our two races are interrelated..I say it's full of crap..but..eh..Whatever...Let the crazies think what they want. Oh..I'm 19...And you?," he asked bending over and squinting his eyes for a closer look at her,"Oi...You look young...." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira leaned back when Izaak leaned down closer… “Meeeh…” She scooted back a bit, frowning up at him and giving an indignant huff, “Young? I’m not THAT much younger than yoo! I’m…Almost 18.” She answered matter-o-factly. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Hahaha! That’s seventeen…You’re still just a kid…Can’t even have a beer ..Oh wait..There’s that stupid alcohol law in “America” isn’t there…21, is it? In Tork, it’s 15,” Izaak said with a laugh before he frowned. “Gawd, I miss alcohol….It really sucks being the son of an ambassador…and it sucks even more to be stuck with a bunch annoying midgets…Err…No offense, “ he said reaching down and ruffling Moira’s hair. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira growled and swatted at his finger, “Don’t touch my hair!” She snarled moodily, scooting even further back away from him. “Seventeen isn’t a kid…” She mumbled before looking back up at him and giving him an awkward look….
“Soooooooooo….uhh…wh-what are you going to do to me? Cuz…I’f you’re gonna kill me…please make it quick, I can’t stand this whole….waiting and semi-playing nice thing…” She sighed, looking down at her hands in her lap. Since she’d calmed down some her accent had begun to fade...
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Post by giantblackcat on Jul 5, 2009 7:43:49 GMT -5
Too funny!! XDXDXDXDDD
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Post by masquerade on Jul 5, 2009 8:19:18 GMT -5
you can get drunk at 15 in tork? o__o
no wonder he's so grumpy, he's drunk most of the time lol
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Post by Ronnie on Jul 5, 2009 9:28:40 GMT -5
you can get drunk at 15 in tork? o__o no wonder he's so grumpy, he's drunk most of the time lol Well...It's 16 in Germany...so it's not THAT bad >,>.... And Izaak doesn't get trashed that much.....>,>...I think...
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Post by Ronnie on Jul 5, 2009 13:22:07 GMT -5
Moira’s recent statement made him pause and fiddle with his lip ring. “Uhhmm….Hmmm….I don’t know…..” He stopped and looked away,”Believe it or not I’m not a bad guy….So I’m totally NOT going to kill..don’t worry about that….,”he paused and gave her a smile…a genuine smile for once, “I’ll probably let you go…Probably..” he teased. “But for now….You’re stuck with me….Boo hoo….” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira felt her entire being relax and heave a sigh of relief.
Assuming he was honestly telling the truth….she would live….but did that mean he would still hurt her within an inch of death? She shuddered slightly, pushing the thought aside…
She was surprised when he smiled. He actually looked…….kind. And…almost sweet.
She frowned. Nah…couldn’t be. But, then again, he had told her he wasn’t going to kill her…and he’d probably let her go…but, of course…he could just be shining her on. Judging by his twisted sense of humor that was very possible.
“Er…so….how long are you gonna keep me as your “prisoner”?” She accentuated the word with two fingers mimicking quotation marks ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Izaak sighed and ran a hand through his black and blonde spikey. “Between you and me, darling, we’re both prisoners….Mostly because of that there door,” he ended motioning towards the melded piece of metal….”So..I see no progress on the door so far….So we’re stuck for awhile. ….Not to mention the fact that I have to make a huge decision when we’re released…I mean…What the hell are you doing in the ship anyways?,” he ended accusingly…and for very good reason. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Moira froze at his question, blinking up at him several times before coughing awkwardly into a fist and climbing to her feet, slowly taking a few steps back…”Now…um…that question. Er…you sure you wanna know the answer?” She laughed nervously…moving away from him even faster.
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Post by giantblackcat on Jul 5, 2009 14:51:40 GMT -5
O.O!!
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Post by Ronnie on Jul 5, 2009 14:59:03 GMT -5
This caused Izaak to shift around uncomfortably, his suspicions rising to the max. Noticing Moira backing away, he frowned – his playful expression turning more serious. He took a hand and reached forward..cupping his hand behind Moira and shoving her more towards him. “Yes.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Moira flinched when she saw the hand reach for her, surprised when it went over her head, but yelping when the wall of flesh was suddenly pressed against her back and forced her to move forward…back towards Izaak. “P-promise yoo won’a kill me!” She cried, “An I’ll tell yoo!” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Izaak sighed and ran his hand through his hair yet again. “I thought we’ve been through this. (sigh). I’m not going to kill you….,” he paused, “You’re some kind of spy aren’t you…Trying to get some sort of dirt on my father?.[sigh]…You’re wasting your time…and besides..What do you want…to find something bad?..Start another fucking WAR…. ...” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Moira was quiet for a long moment, looking down at the bed that served as the ground beneath her… “Y-yea…sorta.” She nodded, refusing to lift her eyes. “I’m part of an anti-Torken group…” She admitted in a quiet voice. “I guess we believe that war is better than havin teh co-exist with tha likes of yoor kind.” Her voice trailed of…and she was silent for a long time… then the Irish girl spat in a bitter tone, “I lost my whole family teh Torkens.”
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Post by giantblackcat on Jul 5, 2009 15:49:28 GMT -5
Why you cut it in the most interesting!!! T^T!!
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