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Post by Sulley on Feb 7, 2010 19:20:04 GMT -5
Character: A bit of a personality change for Sulley, though not by far. He's more outspoken, less obsessed with escape, and looking for change. I'm not sure I'd consider that a personality change. Make that a situation change. Actually I don't know. I'm feeling indescisive. Setting: The Arena Status: Pre-2nd Plot (meaning no guards around and it's still a bustling community) Plot: Sulley decides there's going to be a change in the way the Rebellion is run. Player Comments: *evil chuckle* Oh, and if anyone who isn't a Rebellion member yet(or is never going to be) wants to pretend you are and join--that's fine. Rules: I'm a storyteller, meaning I can godmode and powerplay and all that (bwah bwah). No robots (sorry Lucian). And no clothes 
The borders were as impenetrable as ever.
Sulley bared his teeth in anger, kicking violently at the grass he trod. It may not have done much of anything for his disposition, but it made him feel a little better to see the grass uprooted. Destruction was man's best friend.
Seven months, two weeks, and three days. Nothing. Every single day he had rolled off his pallet, pulled on his boots, and patrolled the border in hopes of finding something--anything--that would help his escape. Trying to use powers usually backfired. A mutant who could walk through walls had died trying to pass through the bored. She'd just crumbled dead to the ground right there. If Sulley had been a man with a weak stomach he'd have been puking his innards out.
Something had to change. He woke up, he met disappointment head on, he faced expectant eyes that relied on him for a way out, and he went to bed each night feeling failure curl up beside him for warmth.
To hell with that. To hell with everything. They were all damned anyway. Not for the first time he mused sickly of abandoning the Rebellion for the Dreamers. Those tits at least appeared to find some satisfaction in their piddly existence. It would be easy to step over onto their side of the line just long enough to find something worth all the shit, even just for a few passing moments. Once the good was sucked away all he'd have to do was finger his throat and wala...
Sulley stopped his angry saunter, eyes wide, and slowly turned his head. Though he looked he did not see; the movement was a reaction to a passing thought.
Ten minutes later Sulley stood in the center of the ring. The thick scent of iron wafted through the air, and as he paced he avoided the growing puddle of blood that pooled from the throat of an intrusive mutant who'd met Sulley's bad side. His followers sat and stood, expectant eyes glued to him not for the first time.
Sulley stopped and looked up. For a second his face remained blank in its thoughtfulness, and then a grin split it in two.
"Those who despise the Rebellion suspect foul play within our ranks." His eyes moved to his Second, hesitated, and then returned to the crowd as he continued, "They buff our reputation, making us out to be bigger monsters than most of us are." He grinned towards the bastards who found the comment amusing and howled and hooted encouragement. "While some of us may want to fix the problem by proving ourselves through acts, I propose we do the opposite."
Sulley inhaled deeply, enjoying the crisp air despite it's bloody taint.
"I say we give them what they want. They call us thieves. Let us be thieves. They call us liars. Let us be liars. They call us murderers; let us be murderers. They call us rapists, let us be rapists. They call us monsters so WE SHALL BE MONSTERS." The last word was cut off by the snarls and joyous cries of the mutants even other Rebellion members avoided, who were now rushing about madly as if hell had been unleashed.
Sulley's arms were spread and his dark eyes and smile were lifted to the sky as if he were daring God to strike him dead.
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Post by Mara Ackart on Feb 8, 2010 4:01:10 GMT -5
Character: No change. Mara is still almost blindly loyal to Sulley
Something about today felt different. Like a change was in store. Maybe it was the tenseness in the air but that was always present in the arena. Mara shrugged the feeling off as she watched the other Rebellion members. You could nearly always find a member or two here. They hadn't claimed the place as turf but since most members came here often it was as good as. Mara reasoned it was because of the fact that things actually changed in here.
Outside the arena it was the same thing day in day out. As if the guards had suspended time when they threw you in here. Sometimes it was so palpable that you'd have expected it to the be the exact same day you were tossed in when you finally got out. Well, if you got out. In the Arena it was different. Time moved again to the sound of breaking bones and the warmth of flowing blood. When there were fights you could remember the time that had passed. That was Mara's theory anyway.
More of the members began arriving. Mara didn't question it but became curious when she heard mentions of Sulley heading this way. Rebels gathering at the arena and Sulley coming? It sounded like a meeting. What did Sulley want? Things had gotten a bit stale lately. Maybe he had an idea to get out or a way to strike at their enemies? Mara heard the scuffle and splash of blood that marked the man's entrance and turned her head to see Sulley marching down the stairs. The arena became quiet quickly. Sulley definitely had the gift of silencing a room.
His speech was short but well received by the hellions that were now unleashed to do as they pleased. Mara on the other hand was confused. Why the change? Were they not still attempting to escape? And what of this mention of foul play? He'd looked at her when he'd said that. Not good at all. Things could get pretty dicey for Mara if Sulley revoked her status as Second. Not everyone had been thrilled by her appointment to the position. More than a few had taken several beatings to quiet and still grumbles could be heard sometimes. As everyone else rushed about Mara stayed still, her eyes locked on the man she was no longer sure she knew. She needed answers. Sulley was going to give them.
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Post by Sulley on Feb 14, 2010 13:27:41 GMT -5
Sulley's broad grin eased off of his face, returning his lips to a more natural position. His eyes flickered around at his people--his minions--and he was tempted to smile again. Seeing Mara stopped him.
The Second stood unmoving, her eyes glues to Sulley expectantly. He too had not flinched since finishing his speech. For a moment it was easy to believe the world consisted of only the two of them, and everything else that moved was a blur.
Midst that dream Sulley broke and tranquility of their immobility with his long strides which brought him inches from Mara. He first considered her lips, then her chest, and then he abandoned them both in favor of her eyes. Perhaps not so much in favor as in the dominating affect staring at people head-on had.
"You look undecided." He murmured, his voice a purr amongst the ruckus made by those around them. Sulley's hands lifted slowly to rest on Mara's hips, and then he used the vantage point to pull her closer to him. Leaning down to speak in her ear, he questioned, "What's the matter?" His tone was far from hospitable.
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Post by Mara Ackart on Feb 15, 2010 13:00:38 GMT -5
For a few moments Mara held Sulley's gaze. That gaze always tempted her to become breathless and she had to remind herself to keep breathing. The spell was broken when he strode purposefully across the distance between them and stopped mere inches from her. That lack of distance sent certain parts of her mind and emotions into something of a spin. It was no secret to herself, and probably others, that The Second had feelings for her commander.
She felt more than saw as his eyes strayed, first to her lips and then her chest. Opposed feelings of smugness and annoyance made themselves known to her. Once again her thoughts were wiped away as his hands settled on her hips and pulled her close to him. To her those hands were like brands, hot as lava where they sat. It took her a moment to register the fact that he'd said something before that action. Mara felt his breath on her ear as he spoke again in tones that seemed unfriendly at best.
That was all it took to transform the moment from something almost sensual to dangerous. Her determination nearly fled her and it took her several moments to build it back up. Sulley could kill her. Mara knew that well. She would most likely let him if he decided to. But she felt she had a right to know why he would do this.
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Post by Sulley on Feb 20, 2010 10:56:34 GMT -5
Sulley pulled a short distance away from her ear to take advantage of their proximity by looking into her eyes. He’d always liked how large they were. He wasn’t one for reading people by their eyes, but when it came to Mara, she almost sang to him through those chocolaty orbs which he had the overwhelming desire to devour. Sulley was the predator, and in the most advantageous situation: with his prey in his arms.
“Do what?” He asked, mock innocence only barely masking the maliciousness of his voice. “This?” And he pushed her head back with the bridge of his nose, exposing her neck upon which he placed his lips for a long second. “Or this?” His arms wrapped around her tightly, not tight enough to restrict her breathing but forcefully enough to ensure she’d have a hell of a time trying to get away. He ensured her body pressed to his would not be ignorant to his surfaces, creating the illusion that the two of them were garmentless as they stood in the crowd.
“Or is this what you don’t understand?” Sulley used his height as an advantage as his mouth descended on hers, his lips urgent and his tongue forceful. The buzz of power and dominance that he was so addicted to inched up his spine, hurrying his heart, resulting in the absent-minded tightening of his grip around Mara’s body.
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Post by Mara Ackart on Feb 20, 2010 13:20:40 GMT -5
The look in Sulley's eyes when he pulled away enough to look in her own made Mara feel trapped. At that moment in his mind she bet he thought of her as prey. It was a fitting description giving the circumstances. There were a thousand ways Sulley could end her each second she stood here. The danger and strange allure Sulley had combined to send her heart and adrenaline racing. Mara reminded herself to pray to whatever deities happened to be listening if she survived this.
Then his lips lingered on her neck and he drew her even closer to him. Lines from a thousand bad romance novels drifted through Mara's poor dazed mind then. She knew Sulley was reveling in this power game but right then she didn't give a damn. The answer to her question would have to wait. When his lips met hers she responded eagerly. Part of her had dreamed of something akin to this. If Sulley was willing, in his selfish way, to give it then why not? Besides if she was going to die or be maimed she might as well have fun first right? |
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Post by Sulley on Mar 13, 2010 14:14:07 GMT -5
Sulley wasn't surprised by her eager response, but to say he'd been expecting it would have been a stretch. From his knowledge, Mara didn't do much of anything besides listen to what he told her and spend time with mutants, mostly those who wanted little to do with her. He could understand the reaction and even participation his kiss inspired in the woman. Hell, from the way she moved he had half a mind to take her to a secluded area to relieve himself, and no doubt her. But Sulley knew that wasn't the best route just now.
By this point his hand had worked it's way up to the back of her head and was gripping her hair tightly. It was the perfect handhold to pull her away, however painful on her part, and from the look in his eyes and the way he leaned forward you might have thought his arm had a mind of it's own.
For three beats Sulley glowered at Mara, biting his lower lip to savor her taste. And then his quick chuckle and side-smirk broke whatever magic there may have been. He gave her a moment, two moments, to recover herself, and then he jounced her with the arm still around her waist.
"Why...did...I...do...what?" It was an unmistakable threat. He wasn't sure what he'd do if she didn't answer him. Maybe he'd hurt her? He hoped for her sake that she did.
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Post by Mara Ackart on Mar 14, 2010 16:43:22 GMT -5
Mara had been expecting the backlash that she received once Sulley brutally broke the kiss. She'd known that he wouldn't kiss her like that and be anything but playing with her. The threat was expected too but it still made her blood run cold. Sulley was bastard when he wanted to be. Right now was one of those moments. Since he'd killed the mood Mara sobered quickly and her expression faded back into a blank but stern look.
"Why did you set them loose on the compound like a pack of rabid dogs?"
Mara looked Sulley in the eyes as best she could. She knew her life was in danger. It was a valid concern when you were in the arms of a man who could sharpen any part of his body into a weapon. Still, she wasn't going to panic just yet. Mara was Sulley's second and if she panicked from this he'd never respect her again. She wasn't sure he really respected her now though. Oi was being around Sulley a head trip. (Oi it's short but my muse is running low) |
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Post by Sulley on Mar 17, 2010 16:32:24 GMT -5
"Don't you listen?" Sulley snapped, biting off the end of her repeated question. He'd known what she'd meant. Her repeating herself, which was exactly what he'd asked, annoyed him. Of course he hadn't really wanted her to repeat herself. He'd been hoping his advance on her might have disoriented her train of thought. He wanted to not only master her physically, but mentally. Judging from her reacting, he proved to be out of practice.
Sulley had half a mind to push her away from him. His nerves were in a state of high aggravation and his mind flickered through thoughts like a hobo sorting through rubbish. He didn't, though. Mara felt good in his hands. As if to prove it to himself he placed them--his hands--on her hips, clenching and unclenching his fingers in a consistent pulse. By bending and unbending his elbows he swayed her first away from him, and then towards him, away and then towards; back and forth, back and forth. It was lulling.
"Mara, Mara, Mara." He murmured, looking at the woman unabashedly. "What am I going to do with you?" Or to you. His smile was wistful for half a second before his expression turned hard. His expression did. A Rebellion member had slowed as he'd passed them, looking towards the two intentionally. Sulley's gazed flickered over to the man, his invisible hackles rising.
The momentary decoy was enough. If Mara so desired she would successfully slip from Sulley's grip without him being the wiser. It was, no doubt, the man's intention. It was commonly known, though perhaps not to Mara, that there was an alluring attribute about the woman in Sulley's hands. Not only was she the Second of the Rebellion, and therefore powerful, but there was something else. Another key to her ingredient that was all her doing, all natural. Naming it would have been impossible. Not wanting a piece of it was blasphemy. To think that Sulley would have promoted her thus far for any other reason was outright ignorance.
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Post by Mara Ackart on Mar 20, 2010 21:22:56 GMT -5
Mara remained silent through out Sulley's response to her question. He hadn't actually wanted to hear her question again. That seemed painfully obvious. It was her guess that he was attempting to lull her back into a stupor. It would have worked but he'd broken that initial spell. She was onto his game now and as much as she might be attracted to the man she wasn't going to lose herself again. Her face was stoic when he stared at her.
However during this little confrontation Mara had forgotten there were other Rebellion members about. One such member took Sulley's attention by staring at the two of them. Let it not be said that Sulley wasn't territorial. Even if he wouldn't do a damn thing to her himself he seemed to try keep any other male from even thinking of making a pass at her. That was the situation now as he stared down the member that had looked at them. It afforded a nice distraction and Sulley's grip on her had loosened.
That was all Mara needed to dance out of Sulley's dangerous grip. She tore herself out of the wicked embrace with no small reluctance, not that it showed in her movements or face. Feelings aside, it wasn't a good idea to be that close to Sulley when she wasn't sure if he wanted to kill her or kiss her. With even a little distance between them Mara could effectively keep Sulley at bay for a fair amount of time. That was of course if he decided to attack. She rather hoped he wouldn't. Fighting Sulley would be difficult, physically and emotionally. |
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