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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 13, 2013 18:31:42 GMT -5
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"did you say something?" she looked over her shoulder and down at jagd, her disinterest made obvious by her expression. "oh, right, sorry." she mumbled, entirely insincere. kit was able to scale up the ladder hastily, the promise of a free bath driving her upwards.
"oh." was all kit could muster when she saw the interior of jagd's makeshift home. never would it be featured in any home design magazines, but kit was (to her horror) fairly impressed. then again, she had been living with a pack of college students who thought a half-eaten bag of beefy jerky and a handful of suspicious 'berries' was 'fancy eating'.
she shakes her head when he finishes speaking and bounds towards the shower with delight. she looks bemused at the homemade shower and looks over her shoulder. "is there a door?" she blinks mutely as she observes jagd, noting a slight edge to his tone that she was sure wasn't there earlier.
kit hesitated before opening her mouth to speak. "you okay?" she murmured, regretting it immediately afterwards. she shuffled her feet awkwardly and averted her gaze, as if showing concern for someone else was a shameful thing.
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Post by Gleam on Jan 13, 2013 18:40:29 GMT -5
Jagd remains still for a moment, then heaves a sigh and sits up. "Honestly hadn't even considered that." he admits as he heads over to what is evidently a bed in the corner, picking up a large sheet. He pilfers a hammer and some nails from a tool rack in the corner, ambles over to the shower, and nails the sheet up in front of the shower, providing a makeshift curtain that he stands back and squints at. "I'll need to find a rail for it tomorrow." he judges. "But for right now that'll do."
He turns and smiles halfway at Kit. "The wreck hurt." he admits plainly. "I'm getting sore now that the adrenaline's wearing off, and I'll be real sorry by tomorrow, because that's when the bruises will set in. But nothing too bad, overall."
Jagd spins a finger in a circle as he turns back to his chair. "The price of progress, after all. Or, at least, faulty steering mechanisms. That never helps either."
"But thanks for asking."
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 13, 2013 19:12:01 GMT -5
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"..." kit blinked at the rickety door jagd had produced in mere seconds, not trusting that the large sheet would hold up. she supposed that would work for now and mister handy man over there didn't look too keen on having to wait on her hand and foot. feeling particularly kind today, kit decided not to push it any further. that would have to wait until tomorrow.
kit tsked and shook her head, forgetting to be... gentler and less critical with jagd. "maybe that'll keep you away from doing all that crap with those machines. watch, next you'll end up building a friendly robot to help walk your dog or wash your back. and the next thing you know it's destroying mankind."
kit stepped behind the makeshift curtain and began unbuttoning her blouse. "now turn around. i'm getting naked." she stated oh-so eloquently as she began tossing article after article of clothing over the 'door' until she was as bare as the day she was born. she reached for what she assumed was the handle to turn on the water and twisted it. she prepared for a pleasant barrage of smoldering hot water, but instead screamed bloody murder when a downpour of icy hell wreaked havoc on a stark-naked kit.
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Post by Gleam on Jan 13, 2013 19:20:52 GMT -5
Jagd turns obediently, comfortable in his chair, serenaded by Kit's shrieking. "I may have forgotten to mention," he murmurs, closing his eyes and snuggling into his comfy beanbag, "that the water needs to be heated first if you want it warm. Not that I have the spare gas to do that, in any case."
He smiles, wide and satisfied. "Mock my work, will you." he mumbles, and draws a blanket over himself, fully comfortable with leaving Kit there to suffer from the cold water. But his conscience was still intact, and after a moment he rose to hang an enormous, fluffy towel on the wall next to the shower, after which he returns to his repose.
"Let me know if you need a hairnet." he chirps sleepily, before burrowing into his blanket again. "Or maybe first aid."
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 13, 2013 19:37:35 GMT -5
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her screaming continued long after kit had clumsily knocked her elbow against the shower handle during her spasms of terror, effectively turning off the water. kit screamed as she pushed through the rickety door and she screamed as she hastily held her blouse to her torso. the towel he prepared for her hung vigilant on the wall.
the yowling continued when she stalked up to jagd, whose comfort and complete dismissal of her suffering made her seething increase tenfold, and morphed into short, raggedly breaths as she uselessly beat a small hand against him. "bastard! prick! asshat!" her loving and eloquent speech for jagd was punctuated after every syllable with yet another harmless smack.
upon noticing that her one handed assaults were going nowhere, kit then attempted to body slam an apology out of jagd, her sense of tact and shame having fled the building.
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Post by Gleam on Jan 13, 2013 19:55:37 GMT -5
Jagd watches Kit stalk up and smack him, upon which he sat up - and did nothing as she continued to whack at him, watching her with a very mild expression on his face, as his right hand grips the sheet he had been sitting on. When her frustration finally grows to be too much, he whips the sheet out and spreads it, letting Kit barrel headlong into it. Then he wraps it around her like a babe in swaddling clothes and clamps his arms tight about her, trapping her in the blanket.
"You seem discontent." Jagd notes, that same, vaguely polite expression on his face as ever. "I gather the shower is not to your standards. Is there some way I can rectify your current quandry?"
And beneath that straight face: total glee. The nudity didn't even register with Jagd. Aggravating people was always far more interesting for him, and if Kit was pissed enough to forget modesty - well, he had done his job well.
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 13, 2013 21:52:47 GMT -5
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kit was sure her attacks were super effective. why wasn't he on his knees and begging for forgiveness? apparently she wasn't doing enough. this prompted more mindless thrashing, though her rapid and erratic movements only contributed to her capture.
"no- lemme go, you ass!" kit yelped as she struggled against his grip, but jagd had the advantage of having a larger frame and a calmer state of mind. kit, on the other hand, had a reaction akin to a trapped animal. curses were thrown and there was the occasional attempt to bite a chunk out of jagd, but kit was trapped.
her breathing was labored and she couldn't tell if the sheen on her body was from her cold shower or sweat she produced while attempting to cause bodily harm to jagd. her hair, now pin straight and sopping wet, fell across her face as she hunched over. "yeah, you can rectify my quandary by shoving a pike up your-" but kit's malicious reply died when she finally seemed to notice her current predicament. it was as she had never been hydro pumped by the icy waters, not after her face bloomed a blazing red.
"you-you-you," kit struggled to find out what exactly he was, squirming in his grip again. "you," she echoed with resolution, her eyes widening."you do things like this on purpose don't you?" she gasped and turned her head up to look at him, sly expression on her face. she snorted in the most unladylike of ways and smirked. "lure girls into your home under the innocent guise of letting them have a long awaited bath, then you assault them when they're vulnerable." she paused and looked down at herself again. "and naked."
"i know it must get pretty lonely up here, but there are other ways to get girls... or guys. i mean, you still have functioning hands you can use in the meantime," kit shrugged, seemingly relaxed now that she had come to this brilliant conclusion. "but i guess if this is what you're into... i don't judge, man. do whatever you want. just, you know, not with me." kit punctuated the end of her little sermon, with a consoling glance at her captor.
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Post by Gleam on Jan 13, 2013 23:39:38 GMT -5
Jagd allows Kit to talk herself out, remaining largely still until the stream of words sputters out and she allows him a moment to return fire. And as much as he'd like to - he's been cruel enough to her, deserved or undeserved. The medic huffs a breath, wryly. "I think," he replies, "That my intuition has a sense of humor much like my own, but I listen to it anyways."
He releases Kit's waist, and with a deft twist, ties the edge of the blanket so that it'll hold up even without pressure. "Go finish your shower if you want." he say, and flops back down onto his beanbag, folding his arms behind his head. "Water's still cold, I can't do much about that, but it's clean. Wash off with it instead of trying to shower in it, is my advice."
Jagd's mouth quirks, although his eyes remain on the ceiling. "And no. My plan was to go hovercrafting this afternoon. Instead I wrecked and a lady followed me home. That's not something that happens often enough for me to plot about it."
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 14, 2013 0:30:54 GMT -5
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kit raises her eyebrows expectantly at jagd. she waits patiently for his retaliation, head nearly completely cooled. to say that kit was surprised when she received no tongue lashing was an understatement. "mmm? what's this? you're not gonna yell at me for basically denouncing you as some pedobear who lures young, unsuspecting girls into his home to have his dirty way with them?" she blinked, bewildered. "you're no fun." she commented disdainfully, disappointment tinging her tone.
she slowly padded around back to the shower, dubious of her next move. 'i was just starting to have fun too...' she thought mournfully. she contemplated throwing in the towel, but that would mean laying down and accepting defeat. 'no.' she thinks viciously. 'this isn't over. not by a long shot.'
she halted suddenly on her path to the shower and turned smoothly on her heel. "hey, jagd? why are you alone up here?" she prodded as innocently as possibly for kit esmane. "surely you must be lonely. you know, maybe more girls would hang around if you didn't insist they ride your dog rather than you." she quipped cheerfully, girlish giggle following her comment. "light a couple candles in here- it sets a romantic mood, you know- and they'll get rid of that wet dog smell you like. i know it's your signature, but i'm sure you'll put your preferences aside to get some action, won't you?" insert innocent smile here.
"you have a bucket and a wash cloth i could use? i have to wash off the smell- no matter how much the host likes it." kit could be beginning to trek through dangerous territory by now, but she couldn't help trying to provoke him as he did her.
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Post by Gleam on Jan 14, 2013 0:41:41 GMT -5
"I don't yell." Jagd replies, smiling peacefully, even after Kit's diatribe. "It's a bad way of getting my point across."
Then he stands up.
It's normally not obvious by his erratic gait and slouching demeanor, but the man stands a full six foot three. He rolls both shoulders as his back flexes, popping shoulder and spine alike; the hollow cracks of nitrogen audible in the small room. He turns to glance at Kit, that easygoing smile underlined and underlit by the pale arc of scar tissue on his neck. When he starts to walk forward, it's with a deliberate stride that crosses the room in three unhurried steps.
Jagd gazes down at Kit, eyes even and set in the tanned canvas of his face, as white teeth peek out from behind his lips in something that is not quite as friendly as a smile, and whose only similarity to one is the shape.
"I think," he states, and takes another step, backing them both up into the shower stall, "It would be wise for tempers to cool, given how hot the words we are speaking are."
And he reaches up and turns the showerhead on again, while she's boxed in directly beneath it.
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 14, 2013 1:34:15 GMT -5
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her smile wavered as jagd unexpectedly decided to take action. kit instinctively faltered back, but her eyes were kept locked with his. perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew, but kit was never one to back down. that was a cowardly man's route... or perhaps it was the wise man's route. either way, kit was a nineteen year old girl- meaning she did what she wanted, when and how she pleased in spite of the ramifications.
regardless of her ignited spirit, kit still took a small step back whenever jagd stalked closer. it was subconscious and embarrassing, yes, but kit couldn't help but feel like a small furry woodland creature being hunted by a larger, more ferocious beast. the scar on his neck did nothing to alleviate any anxieties she may have had. kit was too engrossed in trying to hold jagd's increasingly intimidating stare that she hardly noticed when her back met against the wall of the shower. well, fuck.
kit listened in anticipation as he spoke again, prepping herself for the worst. however, the worst did not include being doused yet again by that hellish storm of icy waters. but this time, there was no banshee shrieking nor were there crazed and unsuccessful attempts to beat jagd senseless. instead, with the water beating down against them, kit calmed herself before she took in a short breath.
"i feel as though this conversation would be much less heated and much more productive if i weren't bound like this." she wriggled slightly in the blanket, gesturing for him to release her.
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Post by Gleam on Jan 14, 2013 1:48:45 GMT -5
Jagd's expression relaxes, losing the vaguely crocodilian cast it had attained. "Fair enough."
He turns the handle back up, which chokes off the stream of cold water, and then turns around and ambles out into the middle of the room, dripping wet. There he pauses for a moment, facing away from Kit. "I really prefer to be pleasant." he says warmly, without turning. "Life is just more fun that way. I understand there's a lot to complain about here, and that it's not going to match what you're used to. I miss microwaves and warm water and groceries stores too."
Jagd sinks his thumbs into his pockets as he slowly starts to rock back and forth on the balls of his feet, a slow shifting of weight like a panther stretching out a sleepy limb after a long nap in the sun. "I live here with my dog because most people test my patience and I really prefer them not to do that. So-"
He turns and bows to Kit once more, that clear-hearted smile and those glacier-bright and fey eyes. "Forgive me if I'm not quite up to scratch as a host yet. I'm rather out of practice."
A long moment, and then Jagd scratches his neck. "You should finish washing up." he murmurs, and turns back around. "I'll fix something for us all to eat. That sounds nice."
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 14, 2013 2:10:31 GMT -5
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even if she had been rather shaken by jagd's... compelling performance, kit felt a bit cheated when jagd retreated into submission. while she didn't feel particularly good being cornered like that, it was much more engaging than having him hide behind what she was sure was a veil cast to hide his true self. a false persona? how sad.
"you're pretty damn good at leaving a girl disappointed, ya know?" she signed, her tone edging on forlorn. "now i know why there aren't any around."kit gave a desperate attempt to rile him up again, but she was sure it would be in vain.
kit decided to save the antagonizing after her much needed bath. no, she wasn't giving up, just resting. with a new game plan in mind, kit shuffled towards ragd before headbutting his bicep and looking up at him. "aye, lemme out." she demanded, voice neutral and expression deadpan. "you want me to wash up before dinner, yeah? well, it doesn't seem like you'll be accompanying me, so do a girl a favor and release me."
she chuckled and was tempted to pinch his cheek- but her arms were bound so she couldn't act on the temptation if she wanted to. "people test your patience? i really don't see how." she allowed herself to show a small smile, with a clear expression that read: 'who? me?'
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Post by Gleam on Jan 14, 2013 2:21:44 GMT -5
"They can't make up their minds what they want." Jagd agrees with a sage nod, though the intended sentiment had rather been lost. "Impossible to please most of the time. It must just be a species quirk."
Despite the dialogue he reaches up and unties the knot, then turns around as the blanket unravels and pools about the teenager's shoulders. "I don't have my old uniform anymore, so no, you'll be lacking a proper date for the evening." he comments. "I think you'll survive. Getting one, I'd imagine, is not a problem you've often faced."
He waves backwards without turning around and starts for the ladder back to the ground level.
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Post by Kit Esmane on Jan 14, 2013 2:37:34 GMT -5
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"how 'bout not leaving a girl high and dry, that's a start." kit moved in her makeshift straight jacket, the cloth stuck to her skin and reminded her that he had indeed not left her dry. "well, figuratively." kit smiles and offers a brisk 'thank you' as he finally unraveled her. "oooo, uniform?" she cooed, interest suddenly perked once again. "what kind? fireman? policeman?" she gave him a sly look. "...baker?" she chortled and held the sheet tighter to herself. "as much as i would like to see you as a slutty baker..." her eyebrows rose at his next statement. "hm? what's that? nope not much trouble getting a date for this ol' girl," kit smirked and gave a small shrug. she watched his retreating form. "what man could resist my stunning personality?" she called out when he was out of sight.
"that went well." kit muttered to herself before completely disrobing and stepping into the shower. "haven't had a cold shower in a while." she sniggered sardonically to herself, twisting the handle of the shower without so much as a quiver or a shriek.
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