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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Sept 15, 2008 0:21:04 GMT -5
Erik sighed, doing the best he could to comb out his voluptuous curls with out a comb or brush. He dug the mirror he'd sneaked in from his pocket and checked his reflection. The prison lighting was doing nothing for his complexion. He tucked the mirror away again and began to polish his nails on his silk shirt. "C'mere poppet, just a little touch come on now pretty lil' thin' don' you wanna say 'allo ta old Pete?" A particularly disgusting pirate in the cell next to his whistled and talked to him, holding his hand through the bar toward him. "No thank you Monsieur." Erik kicked his hand back causing the man to scream in pain. "I know I'm pretty but I'm twice the man you can dream of becoming." He sneered through his thick French accent.
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Post by Prince Kai-Mijo on Sept 15, 2008 12:11:30 GMT -5
Camilla had had enough. ENOUGH. ONE more suitor and she was going to rip someone's throat out and feed it up through their--
Anyway.
In a huff, she had packed her favorite clothes, her coin purse, some official documents and such, and her favorite teddy bear, shoving the whole lot into a single suitcase she could carry without a problem. Wearing her usual knee length lacy dress, she made sure her high heels were in place, the heels appropriately sharpened, and the trusty knife hidden up her sleeve.
Nodding in satisfaction to herself, Camilla double checked everything before finally hauling the bag over her shoulder and hurrying on down the stairs. Her father standing in the doorway tried to stop her only halfheartedly, and Camilla simply threw a candlestick at him -- lit -- before dashing out the door and slamming it behind her. Oh, and she made sure to take all they keys to the house, too.
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And days later, she was dragged right back home. Or, at least, the people TRIED. HAH. They tried. Most of them ended up with a face full of stiletto or a dining fork shoved into cavities that probably haven't even been discovered yet. Still, it was enough to garner the attention of a nearby policeman...and off to jail she went.
Fuck this.
"I HATE YOU ALL!" Camilla roared at the jailor as he shoved her off to a cell by herself. At least he hadn't tried to pry her beloved suitcase from her. He'd've probably lost ten toes and eleven fingers if he'd made the attempt.
Once in her cell, Camilla slammed her suitcase down and sat down on it, crossing her arms and glaring daggers at the men in the adjacent cell. One of them attempted to repeat the same ...eh...advance that he had on the other man over there, and Camilla simply jabbed a seafood fork into his finger before returning to growling and hissing at everything and anything that passed.
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Sept 15, 2008 18:12:42 GMT -5
Erik turned in the direction of Pete's scream and spied a very familiar, very beautiful (and very sadistic) face surrounded in gold locks nearly as lovely as his own. "My dearest Camilla!!" He said dramatically, leaning against the bar of her cell and making an effort to reach for her, lace dangling from his sleeve, slender wrist revealed. "Do you have a brush you could spare?"
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Post by Prince Kai-Mijo on Sept 15, 2008 18:54:41 GMT -5
Camilla practically threw her steak knife into the hand offered her, and then promptly decided that that was a bad idea, seeing as she knew the person carving the limb off was much more fun.
Oh, wait a sec. She knew that face.
"The hell? What the fuck are you doing here?!" Camilla hissed back, obviously in a very very bad mood...probably PMSing, too, to top it all off. "Nevermind. Don't answer that. No, I don't have a brush. I think getting out of this shithole is a bit more important right now! I'm just waiting for that stupid jailor to go to sleep so I can bust outta' here without having to turn him into fodder."
Growling, she threw the jailor a glare and promptly brandished the finger in his direction before turning back to Erik. Crossing her arms, she twisted her dainty lips into a pout and huffed. "So ya' wanna help me bust outta' here? Or are you just gonna sit here and let your pretty little ass get soiled by what's most likely the grime of a thousand years accumulated into one appetizing layer of refuse?"
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Sept 15, 2008 20:17:27 GMT -5
Hearing her words Erik suddenly flung himself away from the bars and brushed off his shirt, shooting a horrified look at them. How much grime was really coated on those things? He found it best not to think about it.
"I suppose we'd better get out of here." He said casually, checking for dirt on his shirt where the bars had touched him. "Would you care to join me for dinner tonight Chere?" He asked while considering the lock on his jail cell door. He didn't wait for her to answer. "Are you positive you don't have a brush with you?" He removed a hairpin from his luscious locks and picked the lock with a single twist.
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Post by Prince Kai-Mijo on Sept 15, 2008 21:12:12 GMT -5
"Dinner? DINNER? Oh once I get outta' here I'ma' bust your face in using your wretched hairbrush! Stupid men. How dare they have the audacity--" But at the sound of a lock clicking open, Camilla decided she had a bit more respect for Erik, and nodded approvingly as she sprung up from her sitting position on her suitcase. After checking to make sure it wasn't covered in grime, she hauled it over her shoulder and hurried to the door.
Kicking her heel into the brace of the padlock, she made one firm twist with her ankle and broke the metal in half, all the while her otherwise cutesy face displaying a rather sadistic grin. Smiling in pleasure at the way the other jailmates all flinched at the crunch sound, she kicked the broken lock out of the way and swung the door open with a theatrical flourish, bowing to an invisible audience.
"No, no hairbrush. Ask again and I'll cut your hair off so you don't need a hairbrush," Camilla spat, obviously still very ticked off about how her week had been. Readjusting her bag, she turned and promptly led the way out of the jail, only to walk out into the street and run smack into the back of a policeman.
"Hey, I thought I just put you in there--"
"Aw shit." Camilla promptly grabbed onto Erik's hand before he could go do anything stupid, and immediately charged down the street at a speed that so belied her high heels, her bag swinging at her side as she rounded corner after corner, looking for somewhere out of the way where they could hide, catch their breath, and formulate a plan.
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Sept 15, 2008 21:20:02 GMT -5
"What are you doing?!" Erik's indignant remark was heightened by his accent. "I was going to challenge that lowly policemen to the death for such insult-" Camilla dragged him into a corner and he skid dangerously. "-to ma chere!" He stopped dead, nearly throwing Camilla, in front of a lovely woman who was just brushing out her hair outside her home. He let go of Camilla's hand and walked up to her. He swept her off her feet so quickly and with such skill it was hard to believe this was the same goofy Erik. He kissed the giggling woman's hand and swaggered back to Camilla, running what had been the woman's brush through his hair. "Shall we continue?"
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Post by Prince Kai-Mijo on Sept 15, 2008 21:31:32 GMT -5
"Continue? Hold on."
Camilla marched up to the woman from whom Erik had procured his hairbrush, and, smiling sweetly at her, the psychotic little girl promptly socked her in the face, sending her reeling to the ground. Hah! Distraction for the police AND a bit of anger relief. Why not? She was already building a record.
Returning to Erik, Camilla smiled just as sweetly at him, cracking her knuckles and flexing her fingers.
"Kay, we can continue now."
And she grabbed onto his wrist again more firmly with an almost devilishly possessive expression, returning to running down the street before running out to the nearest carriage, where Camilla shoved the people who were about to get in aside. Pushing Erik in first, she clambered in, slammed the door shut, and then just yelled at the man to drive drive drive! DRIVE!!!11!! FASTER.
After a bit of frantic galloping, the carriage pulled up to a stop near the courtyard of an isolated country manse. "My cousin lives here. Here, there're plenty of resources. We'll hide, wait for the cops to stop chasing us, then we'll restock, regroup, and maybe bail for somewhere far away. HAH! Finally. This is the chance I've been waiting for! To get the fuck away from my retarded family! And maybe I'll hunt down my brother in the process." Hissing angrily, Camilla once more grabbed onto Erik's wrist and proceeded to drag him inside the house, not bothering to knock on the front doors.
Kicking the door down, she charged into the entry hall and bellowed, "FRANCIS! I'M HERE AND I'M GRABBING SOME STUFF! HOPE YOU DON'T MIND. I'VE GOT SOME EXTRA BAGGAGE TOO!" Her voice echoing about the spacious hall, Camilla pointed to the stairs. "We'll hide in my room; there's a window overlooking the front. We can wait for the police to leave."
Once in Camilla's very dollhouse-like room, the girl threw her suitcase open and began to stuff random belongings into it before dashing to the window to draw the curtains aside. Kneeling in front of it, she peeked over the sill and waited, watching the police carriages charge off in the other direction.
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Sept 15, 2008 22:06:52 GMT -5
Erik admired her mirror, and his reflection inside of course. In his elaborately decorated clothing with his inhumanly perfect skin and hair he fit right in to the doll house style. He wondered around looking at her toys when he cringed at a sharp hush from Camilla and, while pouting excessively, found a nice spot on her bed. He tucked his arms behind his head and relaxed. Losing patience quickly, he began twirling his random curl around his fingertip. "You didn't have to punch that woman chere, that was a little un-called for. Were you jealous?" He grinned in a way that was one part cute and two parts irritating-beyond-all-reason.
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Post by Prince Kai-Mijo on Sept 15, 2008 23:52:52 GMT -5
"'Course I was jealous. Everything and anything I touch is my property, including you. Therefore none of my so called 'brash' action is uncalled for. Quite the contrary, it's simple logic. I defend my possessions. Simple as that." As if to reinforce this at least to herself, Camilla grabbed a random teddy bear sitting on the windowsill and tucked it protectively into her arms as she remained beside the window, keeping a keen eye on the happenings below.
"So, two years, eh? 'S been a while. As much of a fucktard I sound like admitting it, though, I did miss you and all your fanciful shit. 'Specially during the parts with my irritating stepfather and...urrrgh nevermind; I don't wanna get started on that."
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Sept 16, 2008 0:23:16 GMT -5
Erik pouted a little and being called a possession but didn't complain. He moved so that his head was hanging over the edge of the bed and messed with her stuffed animals until she was done talking. "Mon chere's tung has grown harsh with her isolation! Poor darling!..." he said melodramatically, more out of habit than anything. At the mention of her stepfather he rolled over onto his stomach and propped his head up on his hands and looked at her, his gray eyes looking bigger than usual. "What's the matter? Do tell? Erik will listen away your troubles <3." He really just wanted to hear the gossip.
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Post by Prince Kai-Mijo on Sept 16, 2008 0:27:16 GMT -5
"Yeah, I seem to get nastier with each passing year. Like wine. More potent in isolation. Pfeh, I hate wine." Camilla bared her teeth at nothing in particular and growled before looking back to the window, still clinging onto her teddy bear. "And I don't wanna talk about that little bastard. I might rip something else up if I think about him. Nah, let's just run away together and have some stupid romantic getaway and...see? This is what it's doing to me. I'm coming up with ideas that are totally beyond me."
Rolling her eyes, her tone dripping with sarcasm, Camilla huffed again and returned her attention to the window. "Right. I think they're leaving. I've got some stuff, and I'll pack some food and money...hmm, and an extra teddy. And some bandages. Just as a courtesy for whatever idiots stand in my path..."
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Sept 16, 2008 21:52:19 GMT -5
Erik decided not to bring up the said fellow because he didn't really feel like having any part of his well form body removed.
His eyes lit up at key words. Romantic....getaway....oooooh. He failed to hear anything she said after that and jumped up to his bare feet on the bed. Ooh, his toes were so cute and little. He admired his toes momentarily before remembering what he was so excited about. "YES! LET US FLEE FROM THIS VILE PLACE! TO ITALY AND HER CITIES OF LOVE!! To the beautiful alps of Austria!! I shall treat you to the loveliest chocolate in Belgium!!..." And so he continued for about twenty minutes with out seaming to breath. "..and there I shall buy you a lovely little white dress with lots of lace, it will accent your hair and eyes so well, and possibly buy you a summer home..." He looked at her. "Well, what do you think?" He looked a little crazed, his blond curls askew and gray eyes wild, still standing on the bed.
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Post by Prince Kai-Mijo on Sept 16, 2008 22:26:59 GMT -5
Camilla could only stare at Erik in disbelief, a brow raised as if questioning his ridiculously blatant and frilly idiocy. "The fuck? For the love of all that is holy, man, you need ta' like, put your skills in improvisation to use. Go do that the next time the French go to war; stand out there on the battlefield and rant for an hour and I'm pretty sure the other side will surrender. It'd be good for France's losing record."
She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Though chocolate sounds nice. And a summer home. Preferably one with a little moat around it filled with piranhas, and people in it to feed the piranhas, and...mm, yum."
Sighing happily, Camilla locked her suitcase up and shuffled over to where Erik was standing and looking like a fool. Shaking her head, she promptly pushed him off and stifled a giggle, loving to see such vanity toppled all in one go. And following that, she grabbed a fluffy pillow off of the bed and promptly jumped onto his back to hit him over the head with it.
Tough love.
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Sept 17, 2008 2:00:18 GMT -5
"What are you doing mon chere?!" He tried in vain to block the feathery barage with his hands but alas his hands were too small to protect his mass of curls. Finally, he simply rolled over and tried to grab the pillow from her but she sat on his chest and walloped him in the face. After several brutal attacks of this manner being inflicted upon his delicate face he finally managed to catch her arm. He grinned evilly, pulling her down closer to his face in an attempt at a kiss only to be met with a foot to his jaw. Staring up at the ceiling, he pondered how on earth she managed that. He sighed.
"Mademoiselle, my lip is bleeding." He whined pathetically. He sat up in a flurry of feathers and looked up at her.
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