08-04-2013, 01:27 PM
Cuddles snagged her hair, though it was pretty short. A curse leaked out between her teeth and she was shoved enough that she lost control of herself, and was thrown to the wall. She impacted sideways with the jut of her hip and shoulder absorbing the most of the impact.
Rune regained her footing and rubbed her sore shoulder, glaring while the A hole that threw her began with the tour. So he assumed she was ..... put in her place?? Her nostrils flared with each deep breath and more so with anger when she started patting her hair to get an idea of the damage. Instead of picking at it, though, she flattened it down with the palm of her hand, taming it a little bit.
The chairs and cots didn't get much reaction out of her. Rune was use to living in the back seat of a car, after all. She was hardly a pampered princess. Despite her fondness for pink things. "The box said this shade was cotton-candy pink. Not salmon." She corrected and dusted herself off.
She seriously considered drawing a gun. Not to actually shoot him, but just to show that she wasn't completely worthless. But Uncle Seth was a serious task master when it came to firearms. Don't draw your weapon unless you intend to use it. His orders pummeled frustration inside her skull. Cuddles here was pissing on his territory, not actually threatening her life. Drawing a gun now would only make her look retarded.
She wandered a few steps closer, seeming to look around but really showing off her lack of fear. "Decorate the place yourself?" It seemed half-finished, and the drywall where he chucked her was going to need spakling now. It was otherwise tidy and neat and clean, and she suspiciously considered its owner once more. "Let's get something straight, whoever ya'ar," she approached well within reaching distance, hands on her hips and jaw tight. Definitely unafraid that coming so close was putting herself in danger again. But he hadn't gone for head blows before when he could have landed one or two. But the scent in the room remained one of freshly sanded drywall, tape and paint, not the perfume of violence. He was calm and cold, calculated, not unstable. He could have seriously injured her before, so strolling up and getting all up in his face now probably wasn't going to end up with her unconscious and bleeding. Hopefully. If it did, well then Tehya was going to have to deal with whoever handled this guy.
"I'm the Atharim here, notcha maid, notcha beer bitch, and notcha call girl, and not. your. suboordinate. I don't know who or what you are, but you ain't in charge a this operation. Got it?"<strong>
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Rune regained her footing and rubbed her sore shoulder, glaring while the A hole that threw her began with the tour. So he assumed she was ..... put in her place?? Her nostrils flared with each deep breath and more so with anger when she started patting her hair to get an idea of the damage. Instead of picking at it, though, she flattened it down with the palm of her hand, taming it a little bit.
The chairs and cots didn't get much reaction out of her. Rune was use to living in the back seat of a car, after all. She was hardly a pampered princess. Despite her fondness for pink things. "The box said this shade was cotton-candy pink. Not salmon." She corrected and dusted herself off.
She seriously considered drawing a gun. Not to actually shoot him, but just to show that she wasn't completely worthless. But Uncle Seth was a serious task master when it came to firearms. Don't draw your weapon unless you intend to use it. His orders pummeled frustration inside her skull. Cuddles here was pissing on his territory, not actually threatening her life. Drawing a gun now would only make her look retarded.
She wandered a few steps closer, seeming to look around but really showing off her lack of fear. "Decorate the place yourself?" It seemed half-finished, and the drywall where he chucked her was going to need spakling now. It was otherwise tidy and neat and clean, and she suspiciously considered its owner once more. "Let's get something straight, whoever ya'ar," she approached well within reaching distance, hands on her hips and jaw tight. Definitely unafraid that coming so close was putting herself in danger again. But he hadn't gone for head blows before when he could have landed one or two. But the scent in the room remained one of freshly sanded drywall, tape and paint, not the perfume of violence. He was calm and cold, calculated, not unstable. He could have seriously injured her before, so strolling up and getting all up in his face now probably wasn't going to end up with her unconscious and bleeding. Hopefully. If it did, well then Tehya was going to have to deal with whoever handled this guy.
"I'm the Atharim here, notcha maid, notcha beer bitch, and notcha call girl, and not. your. suboordinate. I don't know who or what you are, but you ain't in charge a this operation. Got it?"<strong>
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