[Fic] payback
Title: payback
Fandom: Project:Eden
Characters: Ian Storm, Kaliska
Word Count: ~731
Rating: PG
Warning/s: Uh, potty thoughts? not that you'd really understand them
Summary: She really just intended to hurt him a bit. Honest. Kaliska and her violent tendencies.
Disclaimer: Project:Eden is the brainchild of the wonderful mods out there in I:U. I'm just playing in their sandbox, oh yeah.
Notes: Project:Eden is an RP event full of wonderful people over there at I:U. This was actually composed as one of the replies to a thread and I'm kinda proud of it (and how it's the longest I've written in a year or two?).
Her fist makes contact with his face and damn that hurt her fingers.
But then he sprawls backward with a loud, ungraceful thump and oh iquq - shit - she didn't mean to hurt him this hard but hey he probably deserved it but no, he was just being a huge itiq and that's not enough to get him to actually pass out, miqqiaq.
Iquq, iquq, iquq.
The first thought that comes to mind is: quick, hide the evidence! Drag his body to the forest and leave him there to the mercy of any vicious, wild animal who was hungry enough to eat a whole man. Hope there were vicious, wild, very hungry animals.
The second thought that comes to mind is to check if he was badly injured.
(Kidding. Her second thought actually is: what a pansy.)
The third thought that comes to mind is to check if he was badly injured and she drops to a crouch beside him, pressing her ear against his chest. His heart was beating - not that she expected any different, no; she's just checking, just to be sure - and when she's assured of his continued existence, slips her fingers through his fine, blue (who the heck had blue hair?) hair to check for any bumps.
Mmhmm. She must have decked him out pretty bad. Or, he must be a terrific lightweight. Who the hell gets knocked out in one - not even full-force - punch?
Well. She does have to hide the body. Can't have anyone entering the Book Place and see a man sprawled on the floor. Orrrr. If she leaves him here and sneaks out, no one will be the wiser--
No, no. It was better to hide the body.
So she tugs at his arm and yanks with all her strength but damn he is heavy and barely budges an inch. His coat bunches under him, though, all wrinkled and rumpled. She did think it was a nice piece of clothing, back at the Municipal Hall. And being worn by a jerk didn't diminish its exquisiteness. She stoops over him, one knee on either side of his hips, and tugs him up by the lapel of his white shirt. Uses her broken hand to gingerly slip the coat off his shoulders as fast as her sling could accommodate her.
It takes her way too much time. She's jittery and half afraid someone might enter and catch her, and there'd be some pretty damning evidence of her heretofore contained violence. When the coat is off, she hangs it over her shoulder. Moves to one side of Suit Man and crouches, so she has enough force to push him--
He rolls over. Face pressed to the ground.
She pushes again and he slides to his back.
Well. This is a lesson in futility.
So she stands up and walks by his feet and pulls on his leg, but it is just as useless as when she pulled on his arm. Huh. Maybe all that air in his head, so dense it was, added weight.
If her brother can see her now, he'd probably be laughing. Father would be shaking his head, mortified at how his only daughter was behaving. She was in for a good scolding. But, hey, this unladylike behavior was probably scaring off any potential marriage proposals (she is not cattle to be traded, dammit!) and that was good.
Let it be known. Kaliska, the conqueror of men! All hail!
("Whip him harder!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Kaliska--"
"Queen Kaliska."
"I'm sorry, Queen Kaliska." Grovel. Grovel.)
She crouches behind him and lifts his upper torso until it lies against her shoulder. Gets a mouthful of his hair and spits it out with a wince. She wraps her arm around him, just beneath his armpits, adjusting him so he isn't pressing against her injured one, and proceeds to drag him towards the door.
At least here's progress. Slow, but progress nonetheless.
Kaliska huffs as she pulls him towards the exit. Thinks of the best way to hide an unconscious body and comes up with "Garden."
(Grovel. Cower. Kiss bare feet. "Hail, Queen Kaliska! Wowita!")
Fandom: Project:Eden
Characters: Ian Storm, Kaliska
Word Count: ~731
Rating: PG
Warning/s: Uh, potty thoughts? not that you'd really understand them
Summary: She really just intended to hurt him a bit. Honest. Kaliska and her violent tendencies.
Disclaimer: Project:Eden is the brainchild of the wonderful mods out there in I:U. I'm just playing in their sandbox, oh yeah.
Notes: Project:Eden is an RP event full of wonderful people over there at I:U. This was actually composed as one of the replies to a thread and I'm kinda proud of it (and how it's the longest I've written in a year or two?).
Her fist makes contact with his face and damn that hurt her fingers.
But then he sprawls backward with a loud, ungraceful thump and oh iquq - shit - she didn't mean to hurt him this hard but hey he probably deserved it but no, he was just being a huge itiq and that's not enough to get him to actually pass out, miqqiaq.
Iquq, iquq, iquq.
The first thought that comes to mind is: quick, hide the evidence! Drag his body to the forest and leave him there to the mercy of any vicious, wild animal who was hungry enough to eat a whole man. Hope there were vicious, wild, very hungry animals.
The second thought that comes to mind is to check if he was badly injured.
(Kidding. Her second thought actually is: what a pansy.)
The third thought that comes to mind is to check if he was badly injured and she drops to a crouch beside him, pressing her ear against his chest. His heart was beating - not that she expected any different, no; she's just checking, just to be sure - and when she's assured of his continued existence, slips her fingers through his fine, blue (who the heck had blue hair?) hair to check for any bumps.
Mmhmm. She must have decked him out pretty bad. Or, he must be a terrific lightweight. Who the hell gets knocked out in one - not even full-force - punch?
Well. She does have to hide the body. Can't have anyone entering the Book Place and see a man sprawled on the floor. Orrrr. If she leaves him here and sneaks out, no one will be the wiser--
No, no. It was better to hide the body.
So she tugs at his arm and yanks with all her strength but damn he is heavy and barely budges an inch. His coat bunches under him, though, all wrinkled and rumpled. She did think it was a nice piece of clothing, back at the Municipal Hall. And being worn by a jerk didn't diminish its exquisiteness. She stoops over him, one knee on either side of his hips, and tugs him up by the lapel of his white shirt. Uses her broken hand to gingerly slip the coat off his shoulders as fast as her sling could accommodate her.
It takes her way too much time. She's jittery and half afraid someone might enter and catch her, and there'd be some pretty damning evidence of her heretofore contained violence. When the coat is off, she hangs it over her shoulder. Moves to one side of Suit Man and crouches, so she has enough force to push him--
He rolls over. Face pressed to the ground.
She pushes again and he slides to his back.
Well. This is a lesson in futility.
So she stands up and walks by his feet and pulls on his leg, but it is just as useless as when she pulled on his arm. Huh. Maybe all that air in his head, so dense it was, added weight.
If her brother can see her now, he'd probably be laughing. Father would be shaking his head, mortified at how his only daughter was behaving. She was in for a good scolding. But, hey, this unladylike behavior was probably scaring off any potential marriage proposals (she is not cattle to be traded, dammit!) and that was good.
Let it be known. Kaliska, the conqueror of men! All hail!
("Whip him harder!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Kaliska--"
"Queen Kaliska."
"I'm sorry, Queen Kaliska." Grovel. Grovel.)
She crouches behind him and lifts his upper torso until it lies against her shoulder. Gets a mouthful of his hair and spits it out with a wince. She wraps her arm around him, just beneath his armpits, adjusting him so he isn't pressing against her injured one, and proceeds to drag him towards the door.
At least here's progress. Slow, but progress nonetheless.
Kaliska huffs as she pulls him towards the exit. Thinks of the best way to hide an unconscious body and comes up with "Garden."
(Grovel. Cower. Kiss bare feet. "Hail, Queen Kaliska! Wowita!")