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Post by Vaughn Logan on Sept 19, 2012 23:43:33 GMT -5
"I could just kill you now, you know," she said lowly, still so unsure of him.
Her voice rang in his ears, and the reality was brought to him. Vaughn looks down at his coffee and gave it a sip. Because of what she just said it tasted more bitter than usual. What really made him think and upset him was the fact that he didn't care. If he was killed right now that'd be the end of it, he had no control.
"Well if you did that I wouldn't have the luxury of hunting you later", Vaughn said with a smile. He was trying to act playful, but he didn't know if it would come across to seem that way.
A normal hunter, or man even, would throw the coffee on her face, causing it to burn and jump for a nearby firearm in hopes of defending himself. But considering the distance between the two, he doubt he would make it past the sofa. If he was going to die, he was going to die and he accepted it with open arms.
Vaughn poured more creamer into his coffee and took in a sip. It was sweet now and more to his liking. He watched her for a moment and showed no signs of disturbance about him. He truly wasn't afraid.
"You sure you just want boxers? It wouldn't sit right with me knowing you left my home with very little on. I've got a pair of sweats that dont even fit me anymore that you can have. You'd be doing me a favor by taking them."
Vaughn took another sip of coffee and wondered why the woman didn't care that practically her lower body was showing. She could have been used to being naked in front of people. Or maybe being worried about her appearance wasn't a luxury she could afford right now, especially with being what she was.
"I can also drop you off somewhere. Lately it's been raining like crazy. I know damned well you can take care of yourself but..--." Vaughn stopped his sentence there, figuring whatever he could say was already implied. Instead he gave a shrug and continued to drink his coffee.
"You hungry or anything?"
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Post by Trisha Morello on Nov 24, 2012 12:24:38 GMT -5
His playful thread didn't sit well with Trisha and her eyes narrowed dangerously as he took a sip of his coffee. The nonchalant attitude was starting to get on his nerves. Either he wasn't at all concerned about his well being or he was confident that he could take her without much difficulty. He offered again to give her a pair of sweats and she just shrugged in response. If he wanted to give her clothes so badly, she wasn't going to turn down the free clothes. She could always use more seeing how there was at least once a month where they were torn from her transformation. Every once and a while she moved quick enough to take them off before her transformation.
She watched him put more creamer in his coffee and she just took a long sip. Trisha had no intention of staying for dinner but she nodded regardless. Her eyes stayed on him as he turned around to look in the fridge. She downed the rest of her scolding hot coffee, not minding that it burned her tongue before she silently reached across the counter and grabbed his keys, her eyes never leaving the back of his head. The keys made a soft jingle just before she snatched them tightly in her fist and ran for the door. For a moment she didn't know where she was going, but she followed her instincts and they led her to the garage where she saw a bike. For a moment, she was confused, expecting to see a car, but she couldn't say she was disappointed that it was a bike.
A soft smirk crossed her lips as she mounted the motorcycle and put the key in the egnition. It had been a long time since she rode a bike, but she was looking forward to the thrill. She heard footsteps and she revved the engine before speeling off, the back tire swearving a bit as she did so. And Trisha couldn't help but laugh as she stole the man's bike.
"Later, chump!" she called back with a cruel laugh.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Nov 29, 2012 12:58:39 GMT -5
There's something off about her, Vaughn thought, as he continued to make the coffee for the two of them. He offered her hospitality and cooperation and in return she retaliates. Just as Vaughn thought he would have to experience an awkward coffee-drinking with the almost naked woman, she stole his keys and ran off.
Vaughn stopped what he was doing and let out a giant sigh. Walking over to the counter he grabbed his watch, and placed his gun in the back of his pants. Walking towards the garage door he watched as the woman rode off with his bike. "Later, chump!", she had the nerve to say as she made her way down the street.
"Great, now my seat will smell like--Yeah." Vaughn grabbed his spare keys from a hanger in the garage and jumped into his '72 Chevelle. Looking at his watch, he watched exactly where she was going due to a gps tracker he had installed so he wouldn't lose his bike during hunts. Lifting up the back seat, he pulled out a Kevlar vest that he then slipped on under his jacket. Putting the key in the ignition he turned on the car, revving the engine. The heavy roar made a smirk appear on Vaughn's face.
"Maybe it would be fair if I gave her a head start" , he thought to himself, letting out a chuckle as he pulled out of the driveway.
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