Post by Styx McKenzi on Apr 8, 2013 13:35:56 GMT -8
Styx McKenzi: Today Styx was not in her usual stiletto or stack heeled boots. No, today she was in ankle boots that were made for outdoor rough and tumble. She had her hair back in pig tails, streaks of green hanging down from her temples. She was crouched Nerf gun in hand, behind a bench, looking for Dean as she slowly crept forward, looking for her next bit of cover.
Scorfulous: Mr. Dean, that slithering bastard, was nowhere to be seen. Adjusting his maneuvering to account for Styx's enhanced senses, he was careful to stay downwind of her. She was rightly using proper concealment, but he was stalking her from where treeline met manicured park. He'd done well to keep eyes on her, after having slipped away and well he was moving low and slow doubling back to come right up on that ass. Her hearing was surely as enhanced as his, and while the background noise of others about the park, the city, and aircraft passing overhead and in the distance, as well the sounds of nature did aid in concealing the sound of his movements? It was a slow tedious move to position himself at the edge of the treeline. Not fifteen meters behind her in the prone. His shirt, pants, well... Dean in general had gotten quite dirty but it was alright. He smirked a hint, and steadied his breath while lining up the shot. Now the little Nerf dart pistols they had did not really go all that far so he'd adjusted for the drop of the dart. Styx with her little green streaked pig tails. Oh the things he... Goddamnit Dean! Focus! Having secret eyes or eyes at all on that booty was somehow messing with his gusto and resolve! It was like... Fuck it! He fired three shots in seeming rapid succession, though tracking how the first dart flew through the air, dropped low and left missing but adjusting the second shots. Styx's sweet little ass got tagged, a suction cup tipped dart to each of her cheeks! He did not dare chuckle though he was up and on the move, closing in on her. "Back to the kitchen"! He laughed, oh he laughed, and laughed! Dropped and rolled just as she'd turn to fire while plotting to unleash the last three of his darts elsewhere. *
Styx McKenzi: Damn! She turned, fired, not where he was, but where he would be, leading into the target, even as she dove and rolled over the bench. She wasn't exactly clean herself, especially after landing in a mud puddle. There was no way around it, his car would get dirty. That nice leather... Hopefully he had a blanket or two in the back to cover the seats with. After the roll she came up on a knee, and fired off a couple more before she darted for the next bit of cover.
Scorfulous: Dean laughed, Styx was actually a pretty good shot. Considering they were using Nerf dart pistols, then at close range, with the wind picking up. One dart whizzed past his face, and another? His eye's went wide. She'd shot him in the dick! Well while the underpowered children's toys were fortunately not quite attention getting? He eyed her dangerously as she moved off to put more distance between them. His bad for announcing his position and moving on her, it was all in good fun. Dean slithered forward at a blistering pace as she slid into cover, taking to a tree himself not seven feet from her. "Teasing like that"!... He chuckled. *
Styx McKenzi: Laughing, she leaned to look around the trash barrel she had her back to, then she looked toward the 'comfort station' judging the distance before she fired off a couple in the direction of his voice and slightly ahead, because she really didn't expect him to still be there by the time she fired. Then she was sprinting for that brick building that housed the rest rooms and fountains.
Scorfulous: Dean almost expected her to fire at the sound of his voice, so he stayed behind cover. It wasn't until he heard her rapid footfalls that he peered out and gave chase. Did he give chase? Not exactly. He saw where it was a likely bet she was heading. She was closing on it fast. So? Dean moved in a less direct path there, and while he was moving fast? He was betting on the assumption that he perhaps might not follow her into particular... places. Wrong. The hunt for that booty would be impeded for nothing and no one! The only thing he'd stopped for? Was to pick up the three darts off the ground that she'd fired at his position and reload them into his own little Nerf weapon before hauling ass on out. *
Styx McKenzi: She rounded the building, not about to go in and end up trapped. Back to the far wall, she glanced around the corner, as she reloaded, counting the remaining darts she had in her bag, before she gave another glance out and then hauled ass in the opposite direction, heading for the concessions. and the crowds mingling there.
Scorfulous: Dean had made it back to where they had parked, losing sight of her when she'd moved about the corner of the building. She'd not gone into the women's restroom as he thought she might have been moving to, and was eyeing the crowd of people mulling about the concession area. Now passers by were looking at him like he was a crazy? All dirty as he had gotten, slithering about, with that little Nerf gun in hand. He payed them no mind. They were on the pay no mind list. Now Styx? With what all her short stackness and green streaked hair up in pigtails? Hard to miss in crowd one might think, being so distinct but being small had advantages. Where was that damned woman! Dean kept his Nerf gun low at his side, and strolled up behind a couple and their children walking the path towards the concession area. They mostly served to obscure the sight of him from the crowd gathering and going about their day, and presumably from Styx. *
Styx McKenzi: Styx slipped from the concourse between two of the trailers, one was selling fry bread, the other corn dogs. She almost whined. Almost. Instead she slipped around the back of the trailer, pulled the hair ties out and wound her hair into a bun at the back of her head. No big disguise there, but it might slow him down a bit. Peering around the edge of the trailer, she watched the family pass, then slunk across the space between it and the next, and there she paid way too much for a Seahawks ball cap but she really didn't have time to haggle. She pulled the brim down low and kept going, retracing her steps, cautiously, winding around the vendors.
Scorfulous: Dickery! Dean looked everywhere, being as slithery as he was and while they were just playing... he had not really expected his sexy little shewolf to get all trixie. Wrong answer. He knew better. Her superpowers had melted his brainz apparantly. He stopped at a vendor and got a large Dr. Pepper, and strolled about being careful to move with some body shields to obscure her possible sight of him in the event then likely, that she might spot him before he spotted her. That was assuming she had mixed in with the crowd at all, and was not doubled back with the business end of her nerfgun point blank to his ass. How did he know she wasn't? He'd eye reflections of vendor cart glass, windshields, and about everything else he would catch reflections in. The sunglasses of people passing in the opposite direction. He was satisfied that no, she was not in the crowd there and darted out behind a parked semi belonging to one of the vendors. Taking a long sip from his drink with his gun at his side. The treeline? Possible. If she had eyes on him from there he'd never know it. He scented the air, but while he could smell the faint whiff of his trixie little mate? Everything else around served to confuse it. All the people. The food. The trash. The nearby woodline and all the little creatures and vegitation it contained. Perhaps had he been more adjusted in his werewolfery he'd be able to sort through all the background and focus on her, but that was not happening right then or there. He chuckled under his breath. If she was in the woodline watching him, surely she was smirking. Funny to consider he had no problems tracking targets and going about his business with ruthless efficiency in 'the real world'... but there? One sexy little bitch close to his heart? Had she known the half of it, she was really making him look bad. He thought it almost... cute. He dropped down down, to peer under the semi trailer. The hopes that if she was slithering about, in the crowd or otherwise, that he'd recognize her boots. Her pants. Distinguished little ankle length boots she wore? Yes and no. She was almost as dirty as he was. The rest of the folks in the crowd? Very likely would have no reason to be. He gave things from that location another cursory looksie, and then had the thought that she'd perhaps doubled back. Was in the ladies room or elsewhere. Where oh where could her sweet little ass be! *
Styx McKenzi: Her sweet little ass was on the other side of the concourse, moving toward him, ducking down when ever he looked about to turn toward her and then slinking forward again. When opportunity presented, she went high, rather than low, scaling nimbly up the backside of a semi permanent stand that offered more in the way of amusements than food of tourist crap. She slowly slithered forward on her belly, that ball cap turned around backward as she neared the edge, peering down and scanning the concourse for her muddy other half.
Scorfulous: Dean had moved towards the building which housed the restrooms again looking about sipping his drink with a vexed expression yet holding the hints of a smirk. Had she grown wings and flown away?! He was suddenly scanning high. The rooftop, back at the semi, everywhere! Now had it not been for the drafting of a cluster of balloons to conceal the height of a solitary stand? He might have seen her. Nostrils flared, she was upwind of him, with the stronger scent of some impossibly sweet, floral, scent that seemed to drip just as impossibly of sex. His head shot back towards the crowd and concessions. She was there! He'd missed her, or she'd missed him, but he was suddenly sure of it that she was there. Even with the confusion of all the other scents, sounds, and movement, he was suddenly sure of it. He'd missed her. Dean half snorted and lowered the tip of straw from lips and took course back from where he'd come. When in doubt? Cheat! Well it was not quite the same as cheating, but he took pause and backed himself up against a concession stand that stood solitary with a bunch of balloons around its height. He almost chuckled as he set his beverage aside and fished his blackberry out of pocket and dialed her up. Ring Ring beautiful! Lets see if a ringtone would be her undoing! *
Styx McKenzi: She had him in her sights until the stupid balloons got in her way. When her phone went off, she went for it, one hand going to silence it even as she was looking for him to make his reappearance from that damned cluster of ... how appropriate, weren't balloons also made of latex? Random! Sadly the balloons were not suffering the same face as the condom had, and she was rolling, phone finally quelled, dropping off the roof to land in a crouch and then she was sprinting toward his location, or where he had been, Nerf up and ready to rock.
Scorfulous: Dean smirked as he heard the chirpy chirp of Styx's phone going off not twenty meters from where he'd slithered. It was only for a moment, she'd caught on and had silenced it but just as it was possible if not probable that she knew where he was? So he had her. He ducked down low, abandoning his drink, and moved from between the stand and the semi with Nerf gun up and scanning for his prey. He was almost just bursting when he watched her roll and drop off the top of a stand and gracefully coming up to her feet in a dash towards the stand he was pretty much still co-located with. He was yet peering at her from a peephole formed in the cluster of balloons between the stand and the parked semi, he'd quickly pulled in his gun. Its color scheme did not match that of the balloons and would have stood out. He let her advance instead of moving out to shoot at her. Once she was upon the stand? He'd burst out and move in behind her to grab her up! With a slight lift and spin, Dean had her mostly in his grasp, laughing low and sweet while his lips went for hers. Of course? As his lips were mingling with a hunger, or trying to,in the efforts to kiss her so had the business end of his dartgun been pressed almost lazily to her belly. He'd fire once, nibbling then at her lower lip with a chuckle. "Gotcha"*
Styx McKenzi: Caught up, laughing in the kiss, she gave a little waggle of her own. She didn't release the dart though, Nerf or not, in that proximity it could well hurt him and that she did not want to do. She just let him know the proximity to his balls that she was, and then slipped her arms around his shoulders, twining them around his neck as she lifted her legs and locked them around his waist. "Now that you got me..."