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I'M TOO HARDCORE TO BE A PRINCESS

Sep 06, 2009 00:59

WHO: Roderich, Fernando
WHEN: September 5th, 2009
WHERE: Out in the streets of Liberty City, near a Starbucks
WHAT: Girl!Fernando is trying to smack - and, failing that, run - from his wannabe pursuers.

( WHAT, DO I LOOK WEAK TO YOU OR SOMETHING? )

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notaustralian September 6 2009, 06:39:28 UTC

Every fairy tale has a hero. Be it a charming prince or a gallant knight in shining armor, riding in on his trusty stead to save the love of his life. He comes to rescue the princess and they live happily ever after ( ... )

WITH MY LAST BIT OF MANLINESS I SHALL DO THIS spr1ngcleaning September 6 2009, 19:57:36 UTC

"N-Not really." The unwitting, winded princess had no idea why.... er, "she" was in this man's arms. Oh yeah... damn that inconveniently placed soda can to hell. What place did soda cans have in a fairy tale - wait, this wasn't a fairy tale. This was some sort of practical joke God played on him for coming in to mass drunk one too many times. It wasn't his fault the priests were unbelieveably boring.

But who the fuck was this man? Fernando didn't have much confidence in him, whoever he was. Mr. Prince Charming looked too delicate for the job. Of course, there were tough-pretty boys, but...

"Hand over the girlie and no one gets hurt!"

...Okay, girlie? He was (or looked like) a true-blue woman, dammit. Not a girlie. When one of the men went behind Fernando to grab him, the stubborn princess launched her right foot into his crotch. Another score for the Filipino. Fernando grinned, and almost felt like cheering when he realised there were two other men and he had just made even more trouble for his "saviour" as well as himself. "We ( ... )

notaustralian September 7 2009, 00:16:46 UTC

Roderich winced with a heavy frown as the red-haired princess landed a hard kick to her pursuer's private region. He felt the vicarious pain and wondered what he had gotten himself into. The reluctant hero, ah yes, that was the role set out for him.

He loosened his hands around her waist upon seeing the two, very very not amused pursuers. Oh no, as if he would get into a fight over a woman he had just met. Someone else could play the hero; Roderich was not donning the shiny armor. He just wanted a cup of coffee. And maybe a scone.

But still, he found himself pulling the woman behind him, halfheartedly and unwillingly shielding her from the villains in an attempt at chivalry. An arm extended out to protect the princess, Roderich narrowed his eyes at the pursuers, wondering just why they were after the woman.

"Please," he said tiredly, "leave the lady alone."

spr1ngcleaning September 7 2009, 05:28:04 UTC

The other two pursuers' expressions turned from anger to confusion.... and then to laughter. Fernando pouted. This was so not what he expected. He felt even more humiliated when the leader laughed as well, and wiped the tears of pain from his eyes. "We're outta here, man," the leader ordered. He obviously didn't see the pale, gentlemanly prince charming as a threat ( ... )

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