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Post by Morrow on Apr 10, 2011 11:37:42 GMT -5
Scared? Terrified… Morrows imagination took hold of the situation, Izaak looking far larger than he once had as he leered over her. She could feel her heart lurch forward, pounding on her ribcage as if trying to escape from the dark figure. For the longest of times she had hated how fragile she had been her whole life, and in these dangerous days that had multiplied. If Izaak really did pose a threat she could do nothing about it, it was obvious his intention was to scare her- and it worked quite well, for a bit.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Yogurt lift the rifle and fire, shards of glass soon flying everywhere around her head. Morrow backed up, astonished by the perfect aim the girl had, and for once felt somewhat satisfied with herself. Granted she was still frail, but she had protection, and one with a damn good shot.
She could feel Yogurt standing over her in a far different way than Izaak had, it was one of protection, and as she glanced over to give Yogurt a thankful look, she bent down, picking up a piece of the once menacing glasses and grinned. “Oh…Well isn’t that a shame huh? Maybe next time you should pay more attention to who has the rifle in her hand.”
Morrow let out a childish giggle as she watched Izaak, her heart had calmed a far bit and now, Morrow felt she needn’t be too concerned about guy that stood before her. She had backup, backup that she now was in debt to.
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Post by harrietrants on Apr 10, 2011 15:05:22 GMT -5
Izaak's jaw dropped with suprise, and his heart leaped in his chest when the bullet smashed his precious glasses into pieces on the floor. When he heard Morrow's giggle, his suprised expression turned into one twisted with anger and rage. How dare she laugh! At him!
His ego now wounded he turned on Yogurt angrily.
"What the hell is your problem? What the hell did you do that for? Did I touch you? No! Did I even threaten you? No! The hell is wrong with you!"
His rage did not subside as his gaze switched from Yogurt to Morrow and back again, not sure who he wanted to project his rage onto.
His warped little mind turned over and he took Morrow's soft smile as a direct insult, giving her a shove and threateningly walking up to her, way too close for comfort.
"Got something to say?!"
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Post by LoLi on Apr 10, 2011 16:48:00 GMT -5
Yogurt took the small moment of stunned silence to unload the empty shell, which hit the wooden floor with a clang. She manually loaded another bullet that she pulled from one of her lab-coat pockets. Loading bullets this way made it less likely that the gun will jam. Not that it was very likely in the first place.
Morrow did something strange. She bent down to pick up the broken shards and giggled in delight. What a strange reflex. Laughter was another mystery of normals that Yogurt has yet to understand. There was so much to learn. If only she could keep them alive long enough for them to show her all their secrets. Morrow also made a point to tell Izaak off about paying attention to who had the bigger guns. Yogurt smirked at this. She hardly even knew she was making such a face.
Izaak on the other hand, exploded in anger. He angrily protested Yogurt's action against him. In his eyes, he did nothing wrong. Izaak, ignoring Yogurt’s rifle yet again, went out of his way to give Morrow a shove. ’Got something to say?!’ he yelled right in her face.
‘I do.’ Yogurt shoved Izaak back again with the end of her rifle. She stepped in front of Morrow, glancing sideways at her as she passed. ‘I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but don’t you think it’s kind of pointless to go around amusing yourself by scaring others? We’re at war. You shouldn’t be picking fights with others or else the enemy wins. Or did you forget that?’ Yogurt paused. ‘I really think you should leave.’ She nodded in the direction Izaak came from.
Man, wouldn’t it be nice to just relax with a cup of yogurt when this is all over?
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Post by Morrow on Apr 10, 2011 18:07:50 GMT -5
As Izaak’s fit of rage began, the only thing the fiery haired could do was to watch. The sad thing was, this just entertained her more, and as much as she disliked that it simply made her fit of laughter all the longer. This time, as the boy got in her face, she took it upon herself to stand tall and unwavering. Granted, she was debatably half his height but as she got in his face, she made a sort of scowl before grinning again.
After Yogurt had slid in between the two, Morrow simply peered around her to watch the boy’s expression. Despite trying to collect herself best she could, she began to lightly bounce up and down once again. After all, she was still young and in these times, sometimes it almost helped to smile when things are rough. It makes you imagine a much better place, and it felt good to laugh again. God knows she hadn’t done it in a while, and for that she kind of thanked Izaak.
“’I really think you should leave.’” Yogurt had made a valid point, picking fights was not something that should have been done- but it was funny to watch. As she spoke, Morrow lightly threw the shards of glass back onto the ground dusting her hands off onto the once clean shirt.
‘Farewell Izaak, hope to see you again real soon~’
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Post by harrietrants on Apr 11, 2011 12:41:06 GMT -5
Izaak's rage subsided as he heard Yogurt tell him to leave. He looked over at her, his face blank, but with a slight look of fear crossing it for a brief second. He glanced back in the direction she indicated and then shook his head slowly.
"No... No I don't think I will leave." He said flatly. He stopped to rub his eyes, looking frustrated, more at himself than at the others. "I realise we're at war, but that doesn't mean I'm going to force myself to treat other people anyway other than what comes naturally to me."
His shoulders slumped and he stared into the far distance, before angrily shaking his head and reafixing his grin.
"I mean, it's war... It's just a game riiiight?" He said, taunting, trying to get Yogurt even more annoyed. He wanted to see how far he could push her.
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Post by LoLi on Apr 11, 2011 20:35:10 GMT -5
Yogurt narrowed her eyes. What was this kid trying to pull? What was his motive? It couldn’t be as simple as he claims. That he is just trying to be himself. Both Yogurt and Morrow were sure he would leave. No one should be stupid enough to pull stunts like that at the other end of a four-foot rifle. Perhaps Yogurt is just overanalyzing, and it is that simple.
’I mean, it’s war … It’s just a game right?’ Izaak drew out the last word, like he honestly thought Yogurt would agree. To Yogurt, it wasn’t a game. It was a sworn duty to fight this war. Why should a duty be viewed as a game? What aspect of war could possibly bear any resemblance to a game? The more she thought, the more it confused her.
Yogurt straightened up, readjusting her rifle on her shoulder. She needed to make a move. She lowered her rifle, and walked right up to Izaak. The last thing she really wanted was to have to waste another bullet. Instead, Yogurt changed her grip on her rifle and whacked Izaak right under the ribs with the butt of her gun. This would leave him winded for a good couple of minutes. It was a pretty impulsive move. Just like everything else she’s done recently. She rationalized by thinking to herself that she was never trained to put up with these kinds of situations she’s finding herself in.
It was at this point that Yogurt understood what it was like to dislike someone for his or her personality. It was unlike hating someone for his or her actions. One was much more rational. ‘I think what I want about the war.’ she spat. What Yogurt really wanted, was to ask “why?” regarding the “war is like a game” analogy. ‘Changed your mind about leaving yet?’ Yogurt challenged. Izaak has earned the honour of becoming the person Yogurt liked least.
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Post by harrietrants on Apr 12, 2011 13:52:23 GMT -5
Izaak conisdered his options carefully. On one hand, he could end up getting seriously hurt, and he was really quite adverse to pain. But then again, there was company here and good lord, he did so hate being alone. He hated it far more than he hated getting hurt.
He heavily sat on the floor and just smiled, still wheezing in pain from the blow to his ribs. He said nothing, one hand holding his stoumach, the other scrabbling at the ground, reaching for shards of glass on the floor. He didn't drop Yogurt's gaze for a second.
He didn't reply, just smiled and stared, not moving an inch.
(Short post D: )
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Post by LoLi on Apr 16, 2011 22:21:39 GMT -5
Yogurt raised an eyebrow. Stubborn bastard. Izaak’s clearly unwilling to leave. At this point, Yogurt didn’t want to do anymore to threaten another person. As far as she knew, Izaak isn’t a traitor. Knowing this lets Yogurt keep her composure.
Yogurt turned around to face Morrow, breaking away from Izaak’s unwavering stare. ‘Should we keep him?’ she asked Morrow simply. If anything, this was more about Morrow than it was about Yogurt. It should be Morrow deciding this.
Seriously, what else was I supposed to do?
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