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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 29, 2009 22:23:06 GMT -5
The first thing he did was strip off his coat and lay it on a bench. Mr. Sun decided to shine his persistence out onto the field, and he liked to have his arms free when he fought. Strips of cloth, wide and dark green, snaked around his abdomen and the left side of his chest, sturdy under his arm and over his shoulder. The right side was quite uncovered, and a huge, blotchy scar, seeming half slash and half burn, spread across the otherwise smooth skin, a dark burnt sienna color. Perhaps he wore the green to cover other, less visibly pleasing ones.
His pants were normal enough, reaching just about knee length and a dark gray in color, covering high leather boots that were strapped up the back. He kneeled down to adjust them, waiting for his competition with a sly grin on his face. The man, called Von Neros though it was probably not his real name, was slimly muscular, and his features were fairly androgynous. The brow of his nose and cheeks were dotted with dark sunfreckles, and his nonchalant eyes were a mischievous green.
Dark red hair (in the traditional sense of red, not the first color of the rainbow) was smoothed back and to one side, the longest of it chin-length, except for a large scar on the right side of his head. It extended from the hairline until it almost reached the back of the head, and no hair grew there. In short, he was the boy fathers told their daughters to stay away from. A lot.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 29, 2009 22:34:14 GMT -5
Harriet entered the room, wearing what appeared to be a corset and bloomers, the corset tan and cream and the bloomers were white. She looked actually a little bit silly, her hair tied back in a tight bun and settling down her dress and hat and things down on a chair. She couldn't have possibly fought with all those heavy clothes on, seriously now. She placed a hand on her hip, she was someone you would describe to have a pear shape body type, a nicely formed waist and a substantially nice ass but sadly lacking in the breast area, they were on the smallish side basically.
She didn't have much fighting muscle and she looked slender and harmless, her dark brown, almost black eyes looking over Von Neros, not appearing too impressed but she was quickly distracted as she looked at a stray hair that was right between her eyes and so her dark eyes crossed to look at it, a bit unhappy with it's being there. "Well... when are we going to get this party started?" she asked, looking back to him with a smirk on her face. She placed her hands on her hips, "I didn't get down to my skivvies for nothin'." She said, being quite the lady. Any proper lady would know it would be just wrong to ruin your dress so for the sake of being ladylike she was in her underwear basically, leaving one to wonder what the extent of Hatty sense went.
Harriet was almost never seen without a smile and she was slightly sunburnt, though how she was so burned concerning where she lived was anyone's guess. She must have been visiting TMA long enough to get a nice healthy dose of sun. She looked as if something had just popped into her head, "Oh! My shoes! Silly me!" She began removing her shoes and socks so she was barefoot, not wanting to break her heels or tear holes in her socks of course, geez- who knew fighting would be so much work?
Efram was watching from the sidelines with a worried expression on his face, not really believing that he was watching this. He was dressed in a manner that was considered rather casual for him but in anyone else's books it was actually more on the formal side, his glasses pocketed somewhere as he looked with darting eyes between Harriet and Von Neros. From Efram's predictions: This wasn't going to end in any way resembling 'good'.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 30, 2009 22:41:13 GMT -5
Von Neros chuckled as he retrieved two swords from his coat. They were curved at odd angles at the end, almost like scythes, but the bladed part was still on the outside. Khopesh, they were called. "I'm not a gentleman. If you want to come out here half-naked and unarmed, I'm not going to follow your handicap," he said, his voice smoothly contralto and a red eyebrow raised. His smile widened as his eyes enjoyed her 'armor' in an almost bored manner, like someone admiring artwork at a museum or meat at the deli.
"Though I could accept an argument that you have your weapons out and ready... Those aren't for this battle, though, lady. Maybe the next one." He shrugged suggestively.
"Start when you want. Ladies first."
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Post by Arual on Jan 30, 2009 22:48:53 GMT -5
Aubrey was in the inside stands of the ring where you could put people for a tag team in. Her fiery orange hair blew in the wind as she let it down, her glasses clipped onto the neck of her shirt and her clothes normal, not her doctor suit.
"Don't worry Harriet!" she said. "If you want to switch, I'll come in for you. You can do it!"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 30, 2009 23:25:11 GMT -5
Harriet frowned at Aubrey, "You think that I'm going to back down?" She asked, a sour expression on her face before looking back towards Von Neros, decidedly ignoring Aubrey at the current moment. She picked up a belt from her pile of clothes, "And well, you see... I'm not exactly skilled with weapons. I hope you understand." There was a slightly nervous laugh at the end of it and she tied the belt on her waist, there were two different knives on the belt and they were both put away in thier sheathes and Harriet didn't exactly look too sure of herself. "You sure you want me to go first?" she asked.
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Post by Arual on Jan 30, 2009 23:27:22 GMT -5
Aubrey shook her head. THAT WAS not WHAT SHE MEANT. "I didn't mean it like that, Harriet. I'm rooting for you to win, I know you can."
(brain fart)
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 30, 2009 23:42:49 GMT -5
He made a sound of disgust. "Put those toys away. It won't be much of a victory if I beat you like that." He threw his two Khopesh to the side. He spread his stance and flexed his empty hands, ready for her.
"I'm sure, woman."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 30, 2009 23:54:00 GMT -5
Harriet nodded, removing the belt and tossing it aside, looking actually a bit dissapointed but she seemed to quickly cheer up, "Well okay then." She was smiling now, "So we're fighting?" She asked, taking a step towards Von Neros, "I was thinking that perhaps we could make this a bit more... interesting." She quirked an eyebrow as she placed her hands behind her back, walking with a suggestive smile on her face, "Perhaps a wager?" She asked, looking at Von Neros, still smiling. "What happens if you win?" she asked, "And then I'll tell you what happens when I win."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 31, 2009 0:05:26 GMT -5
His next smile showed teeth. "If I win, you come home with me tonight. And your friend too, if she wants to make sure you're being treated right." He mimicked her by placing his palms on his own hip, mostly obscured by the extra fabric of the pants. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that gambling was dangerous?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 31, 2009 13:18:07 GMT -5
"You wanna take me home?" She asked, never dropping her smile as she continued walking up to Van Neros until they were at a pleasant conversational distance, "Well then I'd have to think of something that I would want if I win, wouldn't I?" she asked, delicately tracing a finger along his shoulder, "Might you have any suggestions?" She looked at him questioningly, a smile still present on her face. Harriet was by far one of the more confusing women on the face of the planet, something she was well proving at this moment.
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Post by Arual on Jan 31, 2009 18:22:57 GMT -5
Aubrey smiled and shook her head slowly in that 'wooooooooooow' way, as if she knew something that Von did not- like it was a plan. It wasn't, but hey, it was sort of funny for her.......
The red head decided to sit in a chair and watch this go down so perhaps she wouldn't fall over and hurt herself if things got funny enough. This wasn't a fight about strength....wellll.....unless we were talking about the ability to measure the will power of both sexes.....then, and perhaps only then- could you debate on whether or not this was a matter of strength. More on skill of the brain..... She could have gone into so many Ph D. related crap, but she didn't want to think about work right now, work didn't matter anymore.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 31, 2009 18:36:53 GMT -5
Instead of keeping the distance between them, Neros instead leaned forward slightly, as if unwilling to give ground and ready to defend it. Which was not to say he was being unfriendly, far from it.
"Whatever your little woman heart desires," replied Von Neros patronizingly. "I can take a lot, and I'm not going to lose anyway."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jan 31, 2009 18:36:58 GMT -5
Efram did a motion of the face into his palm as Hatty spoke to Von Neros, figuring this was going to go the same way as that one time at the gentleman's brawling club a few years back. He didn't say anything at the current moment and it wasn't likely he was going to say something in the future, being mute was kind of like that. He looked towards Aubrey who looked like she might have understood what was going on but Efram seriously doubted it, in fact right now Efram was expecting the entire fight to be diffused rather quickly, it was only just a matter of time and everyone would be going their separate ways and so everything would be mostly fine. Efram hated it when stuff like this happened, but he had to be here to support his friend, he was entirely too loyal, after all.
Harriet tilted her head to the side, "what makes you so sure you're not going to lose?" She asked, "No offense or anything but you don't have much tact." that coming from Harriet meant a lot because she herself wasn't very tactful if past experience meant anything. Of course there would be the realization that with all her seductive slinky movements she was doing she had managed to drop into a fighting stance, from which she aimed a deliberate kick to Von Neros' crotch. Little bitch was planning this all from the beginning because she wasn't as dumb as she liked to lead others to believe at times.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jan 31, 2009 19:05:33 GMT -5
Von Neros was not a person of enormous tact, nor was he one to fight the noble fight. So when she decided to kick him in the crotch, he was not only expecting it but thinking of doing something similar. Unfortunately, that caught him a little off guard, and he winced slightly as the kick landed. He also grabbed the smooth curve of flesh under her knee and went to force her body down, moving to pull her under him as he thrust forward.
"When you came dressed like that I knew I was dealing with a snake!" he said, smile wide.
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Post by Arual on Jan 31, 2009 19:15:53 GMT -5
Aubrey grunted. This guy was such a womanizing......horny......overconfident jackass! Well, that's what she saw, and her grin widened until she saw what he was planning to do in return from her kick to the nuts.
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