Post by Willie Barbary on Oct 29, 2008 22:18:37 GMT -5
Willie sighed heavily a few days later. The small female was currently wandering aimlessly through the Excalibur. It was just as she had imagined, a big, fat, boring freighter. The crew as just as stale and predictable, most in the same boat as she and Miller--having been placed here for one transgression or another and doing their time until a better position could be found.
She was currently dressed in a simple white midi-t--the capped sleeves of which revealed the black tattoo on her right bicep--and a pair of low-riding baggy black jeans, which showed off the tiny silver hoop piercing her belly button as well as the black calligraphy tattoo across the small of her back which read 'Barbwire' which was her call-sign when she was flying. Willie chewed her gum, blowing intermittent bubbles here or there as she continued to roam, her hands shoved into the back-pocket of her jeans.
She hadn't seen much of Miller since arriving. Not that she was looking for him or anything, she assured herself with a faint glare and a blush. Willie had to keep reminding herself that she didn't date military. The rule was sacred, and put in place for a very good reason. So what if half the time she couldn't remember just what those reasons were exactly.
Willie found herself strolling through the hanger. She sighed regretfully at the sight of a familiar fighter sitting off to the side. Good ol' Viper Class. They were a thing of beauty. She glanced at the nose, taking note of the call-sign Reaper painted on it and wondering why that name seemed familiar, before shaking her head and continuing on. Not wanting to depress herself even more.
Instead Willie came across Fang and smirked. The giant Mecha's one glowing eye pulsed for a moment, and then she chuckled as the now-familiar little blue AI appeared in front of her. The fox-girl gave her a bright smile, tail twitching.
"Good day, Willona." Willie frowned a little before wagging her nail at the tiny sprite--which were currently painted blue with white trim for no damned good reason at all.
"You better be glad I like you so much, miss thang," she pronounced playfully. "I hate that name." Fang blinked.
"But why? I think it has a nice ring to it. Willona Miller. Sounds good to me."
Willie felt her face flush hot again and sighed loudly. "You need to give up on this idea of me marrying your brother, little bit," she pronounced heavily, coming over to lean against the leg of the Mecha suit on one shoulder. "I'm not the marrying type."
"My brother is a great catch," Fang insisted stubbornly, her ears twitching. "He is handsome, smart and nice. His parents are factory workers that service robots on Earth, he is a generous lover in bed, he is not married, not gay, he's only ever slept with one girl--his high-school sweetheart on Prom night--and he gives excellent back rubs."
Willie sighed heavily again, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. "Yeah, I know," she groaned, somewhat to herself, tone aching. "Perfect."
"Well I'll be damned!"
Willie tensed and straightened at that voice, frowning. She whirled, and then her eyes widened in shock. It couldn't be . . . .
Yet, here he was. Jackson Florentine, handsome, ace pilot, one of the few who could match her skill in a jet, and also a dick extrordinaire. Also her last steady boyfriend, and the sole reason why she refused to date military.
The blonde male sauntered closer, and Willie scowled. "Jack," she growled. "What in the hell are you doing here?"
He chuckled nastily. "Well it sure as hell isn't for the same reason you're here, I'd bet money on that. Lemme guess, you got yourself busted down to freighter pilot with that big mouth of yours, didn't you." Her only response was to flush guiltily, and he laughed. "You never did know when to shut it, Willie. Then again, that mouth more than made up for it in other ways, as I recall." He reached up to touch her chin and Willie jerked her face away, eyes narrowed into furious slits.
Behind them, forgotten by the humans, Fang's AI fidgeted mid-air in indecision for a moment before suddenly disappearing with a flicker.
"So you're going by Reaper now, huh?" she demanded, having put two and two together. "Old, busted and cliche as hell. I guess I should've guessed."
Jack's face darkened, and he suddenly lunged forward. Startled, Willie fell back against the leg of the Mecha, wincing as she banged her head into the unforgiving metal. Jack crowded her up against it, expression black.
"Remember what I said about watching that damned mouth of yours, babe," he hissed. "Before I give you something better to do with it."
She was currently dressed in a simple white midi-t--the capped sleeves of which revealed the black tattoo on her right bicep--and a pair of low-riding baggy black jeans, which showed off the tiny silver hoop piercing her belly button as well as the black calligraphy tattoo across the small of her back which read 'Barbwire' which was her call-sign when she was flying. Willie chewed her gum, blowing intermittent bubbles here or there as she continued to roam, her hands shoved into the back-pocket of her jeans.
She hadn't seen much of Miller since arriving. Not that she was looking for him or anything, she assured herself with a faint glare and a blush. Willie had to keep reminding herself that she didn't date military. The rule was sacred, and put in place for a very good reason. So what if half the time she couldn't remember just what those reasons were exactly.
Willie found herself strolling through the hanger. She sighed regretfully at the sight of a familiar fighter sitting off to the side. Good ol' Viper Class. They were a thing of beauty. She glanced at the nose, taking note of the call-sign Reaper painted on it and wondering why that name seemed familiar, before shaking her head and continuing on. Not wanting to depress herself even more.
Instead Willie came across Fang and smirked. The giant Mecha's one glowing eye pulsed for a moment, and then she chuckled as the now-familiar little blue AI appeared in front of her. The fox-girl gave her a bright smile, tail twitching.
"Good day, Willona." Willie frowned a little before wagging her nail at the tiny sprite--which were currently painted blue with white trim for no damned good reason at all.
"You better be glad I like you so much, miss thang," she pronounced playfully. "I hate that name." Fang blinked.
"But why? I think it has a nice ring to it. Willona Miller. Sounds good to me."
Willie felt her face flush hot again and sighed loudly. "You need to give up on this idea of me marrying your brother, little bit," she pronounced heavily, coming over to lean against the leg of the Mecha suit on one shoulder. "I'm not the marrying type."
"My brother is a great catch," Fang insisted stubbornly, her ears twitching. "He is handsome, smart and nice. His parents are factory workers that service robots on Earth, he is a generous lover in bed, he is not married, not gay, he's only ever slept with one girl--his high-school sweetheart on Prom night--and he gives excellent back rubs."
Willie sighed heavily again, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. "Yeah, I know," she groaned, somewhat to herself, tone aching. "Perfect."
"Well I'll be damned!"
Willie tensed and straightened at that voice, frowning. She whirled, and then her eyes widened in shock. It couldn't be . . . .
Yet, here he was. Jackson Florentine, handsome, ace pilot, one of the few who could match her skill in a jet, and also a dick extrordinaire. Also her last steady boyfriend, and the sole reason why she refused to date military.
The blonde male sauntered closer, and Willie scowled. "Jack," she growled. "What in the hell are you doing here?"
He chuckled nastily. "Well it sure as hell isn't for the same reason you're here, I'd bet money on that. Lemme guess, you got yourself busted down to freighter pilot with that big mouth of yours, didn't you." Her only response was to flush guiltily, and he laughed. "You never did know when to shut it, Willie. Then again, that mouth more than made up for it in other ways, as I recall." He reached up to touch her chin and Willie jerked her face away, eyes narrowed into furious slits.
Behind them, forgotten by the humans, Fang's AI fidgeted mid-air in indecision for a moment before suddenly disappearing with a flicker.
"So you're going by Reaper now, huh?" she demanded, having put two and two together. "Old, busted and cliche as hell. I guess I should've guessed."
Jack's face darkened, and he suddenly lunged forward. Startled, Willie fell back against the leg of the Mecha, wincing as she banged her head into the unforgiving metal. Jack crowded her up against it, expression black.
"Remember what I said about watching that damned mouth of yours, babe," he hissed. "Before I give you something better to do with it."