August 14, 2002
distemper [bianca-malcom]

[atlantic city boardwalk]

**walks slowly down the boardwalk, enjoying the noise and bright light**

::Rejected.
She pleased him, and he rejected her. She remained in her room for a long time, before another leather corset is chosen, laced up tight (gagged) and she slips from the motel, walking along the boardwalk, hands shoved deep in the pockets of her jeans.::

**he steps into the shadows of an alley, staying hidden in the darkness, enjoying the sweet scent of sin**

::She remains in the open - not much different then the others that mill around is the too thin (freak) girl. She finally settles to a bench, head bowed, looking through the lower railing before her, simply listening to the waves (spears) as he taught her to.::

**his nose wrinkles smelling the scent of the father more strongly than he should be able to..he follows his nose so to speak, he walks slowly towards the painfully thin girl on the bench**

::shoulders slumped, her eyes downcast, she none-the-less pays attention to the sounds around her, feet lift and perch on lower railing, thoughts roil, confusion reigns, yet she just sits there, waiting (hoping)::

**he smiles slightly as he walks up behind her quietly, he stops about a foot behind her, recognizing the smell** "Hello, again."

::A brow arches, inhale...a slow smirk. Scent, and voice recognized instantly. She turns, and stands, back against the railing, hands still in pockets::
"Your girl get sick of you already? Send you to find me to spice things up?"

"Nope, but I suggest you be more polite." hef rowns at her. "Who are you. And why were you at my home last night."

::That brow lifts and she laughs, shaking her head::
"Oh aren't you a fuckin charmer. No wonder she had that bored unsatisfied look on her face. And your smart too. I'm Bea. The pizza delivery girl. Quick on the uptake, aren't you....."

"You're a servent of the father, who for one reason or another lurked around my home. And I'm more of a charmer than you can handle. But I dont take to being spyed on."

::She shakes her head, and rolls her eyes::
"And just where did you come up with this theory? Why the fuck would I want to spy on you? Your girl however, is quite the looker. She I wouldn't mind hitting on again - Your charm - such as it is - is completely lost on me."
::another shake of her head::
"You're barking up the wrong tree, Romeo. Go play in traffic will ya? You ain't got nothing I wanna see."

**he takes a slow deep breath in, then out** "I think that playing dumb with me, isnt the brightest thing you could do." a hand comes out of his pocket holding a cellphone

there's a dancer in the darkness
there's a devil in the night
there's a shadow twisting in terror
there's a child wrapped in fright

he watched the swimming shadows of her form from across the barrier (the gilded silver sea) and the Galliard's tongue is silent (though his mind, the songs still echo in his mind) as his body thins and squeezes through the veil beneath the decking upon which she stands (lost in the shadows beneath the pier)

he would have called her down, but the entrance of another voice peaks (twisted, vested) interest - so the boy/man remains hidden, arms crossing chest bared by open shirt, leaning against a pole below where they speak

::She rolls her eyes, and shakes her head::
"really. And what....exactly...am I playing dumb on again? Everyone ever tell you your fucking parinoid? I deliver pizza. I delivered to you're apartment last night - just like i did to 15 other joints. All I remember about your pathetic ass is that your woman was hot. Shouldn't you be off fucking her or something?"

**hits the programed button to dial first, sian's number, unable to get a response, he hits asher's button** "You hung around out side my door, and quite possibly my window for a signifigant amount of time last evening."

"Oh really. How do you figure?"
::there's that lifted brow again::

"I think you know how I figure." he says frowning

recognition lights mismatched eyes the tones sung by Malcom's cell, the vibrating phone is plucked out of baggy pocket and considered for several 'rings' (he loves me, he loves me not) before finally clicked open

"Yes Malcom."

he must be close (the music of the spears carries through the line)

::She chuckles and shakes her head.::
"really.... I think you're off your fucking rocker, that's what I think. Fuck. Paranoid much?"
::she untucks her hands and crosses her arms... waiting while he makes his little call.::

"Yes, I'm down on the board walk. Mind stopping by. I have someone I'm having a little chat with."

"Certainly."

purred (snarled) into the cell, connection cut as the faceplate closes (guillotine's edge) nearest stairway to the boardwalk found as he climbs to join them

"Hello Ash. How ya doing tonight. Ya know what we got here?" he asks curiously, casual and relaxed by the scent of pack

::can't help the laughter, (Saying what is thought - keeping one voice silenced, amused.) as she shakes her head.::
"Calling in reinforcements? Such a sad, sad, little man."
::she considers walking away, but with a shrugs she stays, though fingers slide under the edge of leather corset, down along the waist of her jeans - a blade fingered::

a brow lifts (affectionate murder in his smile) as he watches the girl, circling (a shark ready to drag the seal down) to stand next to Malcom

"Perhaps......"

though what he knows is kept at bay
perhaps it's only a little girl out to play

"She came by my house last night. She wont tell me why but I cant imagine someone as blessed by the father as her would just be delivering pizza." he says casually

::Recognition? no. Expression carefully schooled (.....rejection..... ) as she remains quiet, brow lifted expectedly before she chuckles::
"girl's gotta make a living. Better then blowing idiots for 10 bucks a pop."

"Boredom?"

mismatched gaze flickers, that voice (that haunting voice) lilting croon in the wavedriven air

"So why's she on your mind? Pretty thing...... I can understand......"

fingers reach to stroke (violate) string blond strands about her (thin) face

"All I want is a reasonable explination for her hanging around my place last night." he says quietly

::She doesn't flinch from the touch, glancing up to meet mismatched gaze as fingers stroke hair - hope flared within, but only for Asher's eyes before she smirks and looks back to Mal, enuciating carefully and clearly - as if he were shy on the brains department (...to her, he is...)::
"I..... delivered.... your..... pizza.... Your woman.... is... hot. Figured I'd show here what you... can't."

frowns, his ego stabbed, and his irritation rising. "I think I might enjoy killing her anyway." he says quietly

there's a soft chuckle (rich, inviting - though what is it that amuses him) as fingers weave through scraggly locks

"Seems reasonable enough to me...."

uneven (unnatural) gaze shifting to Malcom in silent (expectant) question, tongue clucking a tsk against the roof of gifted mouth

"I wouldn't recommend that, Malcom."

"Why not." he asks quietly. "I dont seem to be getting much respect here."

::the slightest lean into his caress - not enough to be noticd by Malcom.. and again.. she chuckles::
"You're attacking a skinny pizza girl - what have you done to demand respect?"

the touch liquifies to cup and caress her cheek (how easy to rend flesh from bone with just a touch) mismatched gaze leveling on khol black

"It's not her fault she picked the pizza boy delivering to your house, nor that your girlfriend strikes her fancy..... at least your got your pizza last night."

the curve of lips near serene (ecstacy bathed in cloak of crimson tide)

"I like her, Malcom, she's pretty, and I don't want to see her marred. That should be reason enough to leave her be, yes? For my amusement....."

"Picked the pizza boy delivering to my home?" he asks curiously, noting the descrepency. "So she's not a delivery person."

::she melts into his touch, his words music that washes over her, beginning irritations cleanse from her system, eyes locked on mismatched gaze, adoration clear deep within her own...::
"I delivered the pizza - makes me a delivery person."

"What's going on here."

"I never said she wasn't...... just that he couldn't deliver, and rather than disappoint, she finished his jobs...... I can imagine it pads her tips. Better than ten bucks a blow.... and if his deliveries were made, no one would suspect a thing...."

a glance to his packmate

"Except you. Why does she anger you so......" softly chuckled "I think it a successful plan for one so young and inexperienced....."

"There's something going on here. And I dont trust this. We're pack Asher, what the hell is this."

::a bright grin::
"It does - his woman gave me $7.50 tip... Made out good all night - that's almost one blow in just one delivery."
::chuckles, softly, but does not break the gaze until Asher glances elsewhere, and she, looks there as well - without moving from the hand still along her (...burn...) skin::

softly (deadly) the gaze holding Bianca's (attention rapture through her mind)

"Do you think I woud lie to a packmate, Malcom? I recall my urges lie elsewhere......"

growls low in his throat. "I've had enough. I could tolerate whatever this is if she was honest about it. But I wont tolerate this."

::rapture. (..the smile of god..) and gaze is met, and held once more, the subtle lean into his hand remains, her smile for him alone (..taste of heaven..).. for ones, malcom unanswered::

it is then he finally turns (burning touch taken away) night and day within his eyes locked (pinning) his packmate, mirroring the low growl

"What aren't you tolerating? That you can't harm her? I already told you not to. Is the request of a brother not enough?"

rare for the Galliard to pull rank

"I've answered all your questions...... perhaps you should rephrase them. You asked why she was at your apartment and I found out for you. I'm beginning to think you're suspecting me......."

"I think there's more going on here than I'm being told. I want the direct honest truth as to why the hell she was there. I dont buy the simple delivery bullshit."

::The break of his gaze, the removal of his touch almost painful in its suddenness, though she remains quiet once more, drowning in the sight of him, protecting her.. arms remain wrapped around waist, fingers caressing steel, silent::


that gaze narrows (and the growl thickens) low seeth marring silken tones

"She ate your delivery boy, to cover it, she delivered your pizza. I don't think it gets any simpler or direct than that."

"And why did she decide to do that. What motivated it." calming slightly

he growls irritation coming back, but he forcably calms himself. "Asher, keep your pet's smart mouth quiet. Or I'm going to rip it's jaw off."

"Hunger? Easy prey? Or do you have a better explanation......"

threat undermines those words (spat) mockery in their phrasing

"I don't think he will appreciate the instigation of a fight or the accusation of lies, Malcom. Not after what he told us. Do you?"

"I dont care what anyone appricatates. I dont appriciate being lied to an insulted by the likes of this."

that...... only gets a seething hiss from the galliard

"Back down Cliath, if you know what's good for you."

an insult to their Alpha, a continued accusation of a lying packmate - consideration his girl is really a lesbian simply doesn't register (or he simply doesn't care) - there's a volcano boiling in the galliard, waiting for the trigger to blow

"Why?" a simple question

::She shakes her head slightly, but wisely (..perfectly behaved pet..) doesn't say anything.::

softly (kiss a deadly threat) whispered

"Disregard Kaj'sha's wishes infront of me again, I'll see he feeds you to the Goddess...... nor is it smart to think a packmate is lying to you. I thought you trusted me as a brother, Malcom...... you surely do not act like it....."

"Did I accuse you of lying to me? I recall saying she's lying. And I havent diregard any wish Kaj has made clear to me. Finally, I would trust you more if I did not get the feeling that every statement thats been made by her is an insult to me, or an evasion."
"And if I didnt feel you were taking her side over a packmates."

there's a smirk tugging his lips

"I gave you an explanation and a reason, Malcom, you thought they weren't good enough. I asked a favor that you not harm her yet you threaten to mangle her face. I said Kaj'sha wouldn't appreciate such actions as were unfolding after the last pack gathering in an effort to calm the storm before it hit, you told me you didn't care what anyone appreciated. I've done nothing but give to you tonight...... and you've given a brother nothing in return but insult and hostility....."

a hand reaching to coil in Bianca's hair, pulling her back and down (it's his fight now)


"I have not insulted you at all. But I've been insulted repeated by her in your presence. With no defence from you. Some could consider that an insult on your part."

::A startled yelp (moan) as fist coils in hair and she is pulled down - managing to get knees under her before falling on her ass (...grace...) and she is effectively silenced. It's his fight now. ('he came LOOKING for a fight. not our fault we gave him one and he lost. never fight a battle of wits with an unarmed man' muffled )by hands that press tightly over left breast::

a brow lifts (mockery)

"I'd think you, Twister, above all, could handle a battle of wits insults with a mere girl.... though if you want an apology I'm sure she'll give you one"

fingers tightening in her hair (affection and cruelty even in his hands) a subtle hint to speak quickly as his wrath may be worse than Malcom's

"And now who's being insulting Ash?" he smiles. "I came over having recognized her scent. I wanted to know why a mere girl so blessed as she is would be delivering pizza. I confronted her, and since then I've been insulted repeatedly. I havent resorted to violence. As you've asked me not to." his voice is calm, a touch of laughter presence. "You know my methods Ash, and you know I'd rather not resort to violence. But I do want to know why such as she was near my home while I was with the gaian that I've spoken to Kaj of. Since I confronted her I've gotten little more than insults and evasions. I'm not accusing you of lying Asher, I'm accusing her of lying to you as well as me."

::fingers tighten and she moans in pained delight, but speaks quickly::
"m'sorry, i apologize, didn't mean to upset you"

a smile melts across the galliard's features, matching the laughter touching his packmate's words, grip loosening (cruel affection) to comb fingers (talons) through her hair (gooooood girl)

"I know she hasn't lied, Malcom..... I suspect her games got carried away, yes?"

freehand waves, an absent dismissal, reaching to touch lightly Mal's shoulder (brothers in arms)

"I doubt she will play them again. She is young..... she will learn"

a subtleness in his voice (the things I will teach her tonight)

"Well just as I have to teach my pets their roles. So do you. These things happen, hence the need for training." he smiles slightly, patting Asher's back in a comradesque gesture and steps back. "I'll be going then."
**walks slowly down the boardwalk, away from the pair, pullying his hand off the gun in his pocket, slowly flexing his now stiff hand**

::khol darkened gaze slides half closed at caress (..the loving touch after harsh hold...heaven..) and she leans into the hidden talons.. her moan soft, as she watches Malcom deflate, and walk away.::

the smile remains (danger) pleased at the outcome

"Good night to you, brother....."


[cont'd in "miss behavin'"]

Posted by asher at August 14, 2002 12:00 AM
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