What If It Only Gets Colder? // [ Lemour + Nat ]
Jun 8, 2015 21:06:03 GMT -5
Post by admin kay on Jun 8, 2015 21:06:03 GMT -5
Glamour Kinkade
your compliments look good on me
Glamour nearly hit his driver with the car door, he was so ready to be in the Training Center and then back out of it, once he had made his point. Nothing in the last week had gone according to plan. From the Gamemaker party turned dud, to the delays on completing the ocean across the street, to Leon's total absence. Everything was just fucked, except for him.
He was ready to change that, or at least make someone suffer for it. He checked his paisley cuffs, drawing them out from beneath his sharply cut business jacket. He patted his pockets, ran an open palm along his mohawk. He was missing something, wasn't he? He nodded at Peacekeeper, being a beeline for the weapons room. Had he forgotten cologne? He sniffed. No, he was definitely the most fragrant thing for miles. He brushed the front of his jacket and sighed. He wasn't wearing his badge, because he wasn't an official Gamemaker. It had probably been two years since he had set foot in the building, and in an entirely different uniform.
He did not relish the fact that he felt compelled to be here.
A Peacekeeper preceded into the room, ostensibly for his protection. He could barely feel his fingertips for all the adrenaline coursing through his system. "Michel Krigel," he demanded. The white uniform guided them between the stations, passing plants, first aid, bladed weapons.
Glamour lifted his hand to keep the Peacekeeper from announcing his presence. He could have picked Michel out of a crowd, from his blonde hair to his cut cheekbones. Not a spitting image, but enough shared genetic material. Glamour's gut twisted even as he brought one boot to the edge of the self defense ring. "Going to need more than a block to get you through even the first day, Krigel." It wasn't the opening line he'd planned, but if he had learned anything from Gamemaking, it was that you had to improvise.
He smiled his Cheshire cat grin slowly, even though his racing heart was making it difficult to focus on the younger Krigel. If Michel didn't recognize him, there was no telling what Glamour would do. He straightened, still on the edge of the ring, within arm's reach of the Peacekeeper. "Then again maybe you could just win by default by disappearing. Seems to be a genetic trait."
He was ready to change that, or at least make someone suffer for it. He checked his paisley cuffs, drawing them out from beneath his sharply cut business jacket. He patted his pockets, ran an open palm along his mohawk. He was missing something, wasn't he? He nodded at Peacekeeper, being a beeline for the weapons room. Had he forgotten cologne? He sniffed. No, he was definitely the most fragrant thing for miles. He brushed the front of his jacket and sighed. He wasn't wearing his badge, because he wasn't an official Gamemaker. It had probably been two years since he had set foot in the building, and in an entirely different uniform.
He did not relish the fact that he felt compelled to be here.
A Peacekeeper preceded into the room, ostensibly for his protection. He could barely feel his fingertips for all the adrenaline coursing through his system. "Michel Krigel," he demanded. The white uniform guided them between the stations, passing plants, first aid, bladed weapons.
Glamour lifted his hand to keep the Peacekeeper from announcing his presence. He could have picked Michel out of a crowd, from his blonde hair to his cut cheekbones. Not a spitting image, but enough shared genetic material. Glamour's gut twisted even as he brought one boot to the edge of the self defense ring. "Going to need more than a block to get you through even the first day, Krigel." It wasn't the opening line he'd planned, but if he had learned anything from Gamemaking, it was that you had to improvise.
He smiled his Cheshire cat grin slowly, even though his racing heart was making it difficult to focus on the younger Krigel. If Michel didn't recognize him, there was no telling what Glamour would do. He straightened, still on the edge of the ring, within arm's reach of the Peacekeeper. "Then again maybe you could just win by default by disappearing. Seems to be a genetic trait."
