Community service was the best job he ever had [c: east]
Jan 4, 2015 19:11:51 GMT -5
Post by {PANTOMIME! on Jan 4, 2015 19:11:51 GMT -5
DON'T CALL IT A FIGHT WHEN YOU KNOW IT'S A WAR
WITH NOTHING BUT YOUR T-SHIRT ON
It was one of those kind of days.
It was warm, windy, dull, and everything stank. Spitfire had woken up in a rotten mood after rolling out of her sleeping chamber, kicking whatever random loser had gotten lucky with her last night out first. He'd protested, but she wasn't in the mood to deal with such bullshit. They'd only agreed to spend the night together for their own primal needs, and nothing more. He'd eventually fucked off after she bit his face out of frustration, angrily ignoring his violent spit-filled (and soon blood-filled) insults. Why do men always have to make sex so complicated? Christ.
She shook her head with a irate grunt as she neared the entrance to the arena, her hasty paws kicking up dirt from the dead ground below. She had decided to seek out her brother, for he was one of the few males - rather, one of the few dogs in general - that she could tolerate. They don't hang out that often, as Spitfire still spends most of her time alone rather than sticking around the pathetic dumps her brother still seems to call his home. Or.. whatever it was he called them. The Legion was long gone, so she didn't know why he was still insistent on staying here. Maybe she'd ask him.
Making her way through the wide rusted doors, instantly pulling a face at the nasty smell of blood and piss clinging to the walls and the floor. How she hated this place. "Oi, Grimshaw!" she called out, a look of disgust still apparent on her face as it pulled up her coal-coloured maw. "Show your face, you ugly sunva' bitch. I know you're in here, this whole damn joint stinks of you." Her expression changed to a smirk, and she smugly ran her tongue along her lip as she ventured deeper into the dark area. Watching her step, due to how dark it was. Anyone who overheard her would think she was calling him out for a fight, but it was just how she spoke, and Grim knew it. Hopefully he'd quickly make his appearance, with that shit-eating smile and casual rolling shoulders dripping with smugness.
Any second now, hopefully. This was where he usually hung out. Of course that was usually when he was judging fights or whatever, but maybe she'd catch him on a day off or something.AND GO SIT ON THE BED 'CAUSE I KNOW YOU WANT TO
YOU GOT PRETTY EYES, BUT I KNOW YOU'RE WRONG
"speech"
Words: 398
Tag: East
OOC: Wow I'm sorry this is so bad, I've not written Spitfire in a long time ;;