Logs:The Crazy and the Perv
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| RL Date: 13 October, 2015 |
| Who: Serin, Silva |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Nothing was going to go right from the moment Silva's given Tunnel Snake Hunting. |
| Where: Kitchens and Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 27, Month 13, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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| "You want me to do what?!" Silva's voice is almost a shriek when the caverns worker assigns her task. Green eyes are wide and limp hands take the sack as it is handed over. That worker is hard put to hide a smile as the spoiled candidate is assigned tunnel snakes. "Good luck." Which leaves Silva behind with a stick (laying against a wall) and a thick canvas sack to go forth and DO. Oh, spoiled girls are the best, and Serin wanders by just at the most opportune time to overhear and see the wide green eyes and limp hands as she takes the sack from the caverns worker. He has a fairly easy job for the day, so he decides to make his presence more known and walks over to lean against a nearby wall. "Problem with your duty for the day?" He wonders, a broad grin crossing his face. Overall, he seems like he could be a friendly guy with his long blonde hair tied back and pleasant expression. Oops, tall, slim, Blond. Blue haired. Vapid Silva stops her outburst //right away// and shakes herself out of it. Straightening up she tosses her hair over her shoulder. "They want, me," OUTRAGE Serin, "To hunt tunnel snakes. I mean... what if like. they bite me. It would be worse than breaking a nail." That doesn't sound too whiny right? Blinking upwards through her eyelashes. "Would... you help? Maybe?" Really trying to hold a neutral expression, Serin just gives the slight green eyed girl a look over and takes in a deep breath. Though, the deep breath is likely to keep himself from bursting out in laughter, he does manage to keep a serious expression. "Oh, really? Isn't that just horrible?" He wonders, and gives a quick nod and pushes himself away from the wall to reach for the stick that was leaning against the wall. "I'll help you out." "Terrible." Congrats Serin, have a cling on called Silva. She doesn't actually touch him, but she's going to right there at his side, like a second shadow. On the, uh, other side of that stick, alright? "He.... he said over there," a vague gesture at a dark corner, "they had problems with bags getting nibbled through." Smirking a little, Serin points towards the direction of said dark corner and then heads towards it. "You have to come with me, no sneaking off." He says, lest she think she's going to get out of helping at all - besides, if she wants to try and claim she did the job she really does kind of have to stay. Of course, once he gets closer to the area where the tunnelsnake is likely to be, it's less likely she's clung on to him any longer. Kneeling and pressing his face to the floor to get a look under one of the shelves, he tries to spot where the tunnelsnake might be hiding, and then uses the stick to poke at the darkness. He's right, as the pair grow closer to that dark corner Silva does begin to hang back, though she does have the good sense to grab up a glow and bring it along. "Be careful, okay? I mean, I wouldn't want you to get hurt doing this." It almost even sounds sincere. A hint of movement in the darkest part of the corner has the girl jumping and lettig out a tiny scream, "There! there! I see it! Oh Faranth, right THERE." Serin might almost have a knack for this tunnelsnake hunting thing, as he uses the stick to poke at it - which only gets the animal more angry. "I can see it!" He claims, reaching a slender arm under the shelving to grab at something once it seems like he's used the stick to pin it down. However, rather than telling her that he's caught it, instead he just quickly stands up and pulls it out from under the shelf. And shards if it isn't a huge tunnelsnake, its body lashing and squirming as he holds onto it and gets himself quickly to his feet. "Catch!" He says, making the motion like he's going to throw it at her even if he doesn't let go.. not yet. A completely normal curiosity (an an ill placed belief in the humanity of Serin) Silva has drawn closer, despite the wiggling in the darkness. "Oh be careful" A sharp breath gets taken until, "OH NO NO NONO GET IT .... oh shards that was mean" From scared with arms flailing to protect her face to a flush of anger over taking her Silva stamps her foot against the ground. "Why would you do that? Ugh, it is so ugly." Did she really think that Serin would stop with an attempt to toss the tunnelsnake at her? He just grins broadly and takes a few more steps towards her, "Mean? No..." He says, as the snake hisses and looks like it's growing even more agitated as he continues to hold onto it. He takes a couple steps closer to bridge the gap between her and him, if she doesn't move she might well get touched by the squirming snake. "This is mean!" Uh, yes? Hot guy, must be nice. Come on. That's just how the world is suppose to work, okay? Each step she takes closer has Silva retreating, and when his larger steps bring him close enough to touch her with that snake she's going to scream again. "STOP, please, just put it in the bag," And turning she's going to start running, a short... rather... ineffectual run. Serin can't help but laugh, somehow the screaming of a spoiled girl really does make for a great time. He shakes his head, "Come here! You have to do it!" He says, following after her with the tunnelsnake, and keeping up with her fairly easily. Of course, if he passes the bag he kicks it out of the way in an attempt to make it unable to be found easily. "This is your job!" "You are terrible" Silva ducks under a low hanging shelf, and is totally trying to hide from him. It might work better if he wasn't right on her heels and like, if she would stop making noises. Real tears are there on her eyes of fright, but there's a good bet that a lot of her posing is just that - posing. "Hey, who's terrible? You were trying to talk a guy into doing your job for you!" Serin says, and if it wasn't bad enough that he caught the tunnelsnake and then -chased- her with it, he also decidedly drops it on the floor in front of the shelf that she's trying to hide under. Luckily, it seems the tunnelsnake is more interested in hiding itself rather than going after nearby people with its teeth, though. Of course, the nearest hiding space is right past Silva. No bites for the girl, but a serious scare that has her throwing herself out from under the shelf. Small fists are totally going to aim themselves right at Serin's chest, though they're more like small marshmallows aimed at him if they land. "I just wanted help. You didn't have to chase me. I mean, I would have said thank you." Serin has himself bent over with laughter, surely carrying through the storage room as he can't help but chortle as she comes jumping out from her hiding spot. He stands to take the beating, if one can call it that, and then reaches to try and grab one of those fists. "Would you have? You don't seem like the sort that would be thanking people for doing jobs that are beneath them." He muses, pale blue eyes meeting her green with a smirk. The second he grabs her fists Silva desists with hitting and is going to try to tug away. "I would have said thank you. IT's not below me, just like," she turns her head away, so that he can't see her mussed makeup and tear streaks, "I've never done it before and they're like... scary." Serin lets the hand go as easily as he caught it, shaking his head, "Come on now, I heard you when they gave the chore to you. Like a holders daughter who's never touched a dustpan." He mimics afterwards, "You want me to do what?" He even tries to sound like her, even if he actually doesn't at all. He sighs and reaches out as though to try and pat her on the head, "Well, it's free again, you can try yourself this time." "Well, like, I've never done it. And it's not like that jerk showed me how." Silva doesn't quiet have much shame, nor does she show her face again. Released she pulls herself away and reaches up to try to erase the signs of her recent fright. "Just go away if you're going to be a jerk." Serin crouches, then looks up at her as though he's trying to see how much damage he's done to her pretty little face. "You were more worried about breaking your nails and throwing a tantrum, than learning how to do it." He says, propping his head up on a hand and smirking at her, because he's pretty sure that's how it went. As for 'going away', nope, doesn't appear he will be. Silva arranges every ounce of dignity she can out of this experience, and she makes the bland candidate clothing look almost designer despite the dirt stains and streaks of her make up. "There is nothing wrong with being pretty, or wanting to stay pretty." There's an echo in her words, like they're well practiced. Throwing a dirty look at him, "And I didn't deliberately use what someone was afraid of to make myself look bigger. You're just a bully." Serin reaches to tug at her clothes, mostly just the shirt and a little tug downwards - not like he's trying to take a peek under. "These are only things. Who are you without them?" He asks, pushing himself to his feet and brushing his own shirt off from the dust he picked up when being on the ground. "I like looking good too." He muses, since he actually /does/ think he looks good, even if he's not the muscular hunk type. THAT action gets, if anything, an even more overreaction than Silva's earlier antics. "Stop that!" She'll swat at his hands and jerk backwards. Pretty face she may be, forward, not-so. "I'm me. What kind of a question is that?" "What kind of answer is that?" Serin asks, arching a brow and then holding out the stick towards her for her to take. If she is planning on trying to do her job, she'll need it. Just about then, the tunnelsnake knocks something off a shelf and darts under a nearby shelf by Silva. "Uh, my answer. It's not like I'm going to take off my clothes and show you, perv." Silva makes a show of straightening her clothing, and only a flicker of movement catches her gaze. It's enough to send her hopping though, and sending the glow rolling, causing it's light to be cut off. There's a faint glow of light over near the doorway, but otherwise, everything around the pair fades into darkness. "You think I want to.. Wait, what?" Serin asks, shaking his head quickly and that's about when the glows go rolling. He grew up in this weyr, so even without the light he's pretty aware of what the room is laid out as, so he doesn't seem too concerned by the loss of light, but he does try to offer some help to Silva by reaching towards her, "Let me show you the way out of here." He says, though, where his hand actually touches her - well, he doesn't know. It's probably fate dancing a jig in the darkness when the first thing that Serin's hand meets is very much not her arm. It's something else round and warm. Another shriek from Silva and the sound of her body slamming against a nearby shelf. "Owowowow...." Seems Serin isn't quite sure what it is until he tries to give it a squeeze, yep, not an arm at all. "Sorry!" He clips, reaching around in the darkness to try and help her, but as she slams against the shelf, he trips over her foot and they both end up tumbling to the floor where the glows can be seen giving off some light and making the inappropriateness of their position even more blush worthy. Caught all tangled up with a man in the darkness, Silva's just going to do what any delicately bred hold girl would do. Opening her mouth she screams, while also trying to shove him off of her. The sound of things falling mixed with Silva's screams brings people in from the kitchen the suddenly open door shedding a whole pile of light on the situation. Which means it's in complete confusion. Disentangling himself the best he can, Serin pushes probably a bit harder on her chest than he means to and gets himself to a sitting position on the floor just a moment after the kitchen workers come in. Doesn't help his case that his long blond hair is looking pretty dischevled from the ordeal, and he looks downright mortified even if his cheeks are bright red. "I was trying to -help-!" He gives a glare to Silva, and scrambles to his feet. Silva's reputation is going to work against her here, because that face that shows up? It might just be the face of a particular young man who met the palm of her hand about a seven back. Rather then look at //all// suprised at this scene he just gives a huff and turns on his heel. Yeah, the two of them are going to have to work it out. He's not touching Silva with a ten foot POLE. Which leaves them alone again in the light from the kitchen. Silva's hair is all awry, and her already mussed makeup is a mess. Already a bruise grows on one cheek from where she slamed into a shelf. Blinking as the young man comes in, gives a huff and leaves, Serin doesn't know what to make of it but he is trying desperately to calm himself down. He just felt up a girl, not once, but twice and being the young man that he is - his body liked it a lot more than his brain and it leaves him just utterly embarrassed. He turns away from Silva and crouches to wrap his arms around his knees, and glances at her. "Get the glows, would you?" He asks, trying to buy more time. If Silva's feeling any confused feelings going on she is doing a much better job of holding it in. Wounded dignity holds her together. There's a pile of sniffles coming from her though, and rather then argue, she goes to get the glow basket. Opening it the scene around them gets thrown into sharp relief. No tunnelsnakes, thankfully, but overturned bags and a mess? Yes. Her eyes sweep over the mess and a single tear - real this time, trickles down her bruised cheek. Serin seems to be in one piece himself, finally getting up and walking over towards Silva to offer her a hand up if she wants it. "It was an accident." He mutters, looking down at the ground and sighing lightly. "You should probably get some ice on your cheek so it doesn't get your whole face black." He says, waiting to see if she'll take his help. It's probably a good thing that Silva can't actually see that cheek of hers, or she might flip out again. Save that for later, and in private. Rather than accept his help Silva shoves the glow at him, and takes a step away. "This is all your fault." It comes out in a huff, as she wipes away that tear. "If you'd just put the stupid snake in the bag instead of throwing it at me..." Yeah, not making any friends here Silva. Taking the glows, Serin just shrugs his shoulders and starts walking towards the door where the other guy huffed off from. "Sure sure, all my fault." He agrees, because he's pretty aware that arguing with her isn't really going to get him anywhere. "Someday you'll laugh about that." He says, looking back at her to give her a wink. "And everything else that happened." Nope, not a pervert at all. That wink is enough to get her riled up again. There's a distint stamp of her foot to the ground. "You are a PERVERT." She says it loud enough for it to echo, with that she sweeps up the bag (alas, empty) as well as the stick and stalk her way out of there brushing right by him. He can just look at her butt (which she doesn't actually realize would be the result of walking by him) as she walks away and into the kitchen. Serin just laughs as she yells at him, and if she didn't know - he's plenty happy to tell her. "You got dirt on your butt!" He calls after her, just before she vanishes into the kitchen as he wanders along slowly afterwards and heads another direction lest she think that he's stalking her to look at her butt. |
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Alida (21:54, 13 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
Damned kids and your tunnelsnakes and glows and butts... *shakes fist* ;)
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