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Post by ivory on Dec 24, 2011 1:14:12 GMT -5
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Ivy smiled, and the reflection did the same.
Leaning forward, the bounty hunter reached for the lip stain (ever since that embarrassing moment with Tom Hathaway, Ivy always used lip stain rather than lip gloss) and skilfully colored her lips with a coral pink. Satisfied, she slipped the lip stain back into her bag.
She flicked her stiff, hair sprayed waves over her shoulder, before fishing out her cell from her handbag. A light smirk etched onto her plush lips, she dialled a number from her contacts, silently hoping that this was the right guy.
On the third ring he answered, voice low and rushed.
"..Ivory?"
"Will, hey." She murmured, keeping her voice light and amused. "Did I leave my coat at your place last night?" She chewed on her lip, praying that this was the right person.
Because, you see, there was a party last night, and Ivy had attended--as always.
Unsurprisingly, she had gotten drunk, and fucked some guy (who she hoped to be Will) but when she woke up this morning in her own room (she never slept over--the morning afters? So awkward), she'd realised that her coat was missing. Her Chanel coat; the ultra fabulous one which she had spent a fortune on.
So, she was calling her contacts, trying to track it down.
Fuck, she hoped it was Will.
"Coat?" Ivy heard a stifled yawn, and she rolled her eyes. It was one in the afternoon. Hangover or not, waking up at this time was a little overdone. "Look, I get you're hungover and everything, but I need that coat. Be a love and go look for it? Should be in your bedroom." Will mumbled a reply that she couldn't quite catch, and she sighed, tapping her foot rhythmically on the floor.
After a few long seconds, he replied, "is it blue?"
"Navy." She corrected, "yeah, that's the one. I'll swing by later to get it, ok? See you then." She hung up, throwing the cell back into her bag. After one last make up check, Ivy made her way out of the bathroom, before settling back into her seat.
To her annoyance, the waitress was at her side immediately, pen and pad at the ready. "May I take your order?" She asked, cheerful and perky. Ivy quickly scanned the menu, before handing it back to her. "Caramel Latte and one of those brownies, please." She smiled pleasantly, apparently feeling in a good mood. The maid scribbled down the order, took the menu and left. Ivy waited a few more seconds before she took out the files.
With a carelessness that she shouldn't have, she flung the files onto the table, spreading them out so that she could see each one. She arched a brow as she briefly scanned each one; it seemed that there were a group of wolves on the prowl. At least five, it said--she and Amber had their work cut out for them this time.
Speaking of which...
Ivy glanced at the clock on the wall, rolling her eyes when she read the time. Late. As always. She fished out her phone, before sending a quick text to Amber.
When will you ever be on time?
Already ordered; try and get here before I finish eating.
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Post by amber on Dec 24, 2011 1:47:29 GMT -5
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The rate at which Amber hit the punching bag did not pause, even when her personal trainer frowned and told her there was too much anger in her hits. Anger is not the way to win a fight, Amber he reminded her for the millionth time that day.
She found herself ignoring him, something she never did, and punching it harder anyway. She was in a foul sort of mood, which did happen often. Her parent’s passing had made her a cold hearted woman, and nothing in her life did much to soften that side of her. If anything, it let her feed into her anger, mostly because she had yet to catch and kill the wolf who had outdone her parents.
She would. She had no delusions over the fact that one day he would be dead at her hands. It might finally allow her some peace and allow her to get on with her life. One last punch and then her trainer personally pulled her away from the bag with a frown, knowing just when to duck to avoid the punch she aimed at his head. She frowned. ”Ducking takes the fun out of attempting to hit you, Dave.” she informed him with a stoney look. He rolled his eyes, something he knew he could get away with. Excuse me for avoiding your abuse. I thought you protected fellow humans. Alec taught you better he said and she winced back.
That was what deflated her in under ten seconds. Dave had been her father’s partner before he had begun hunting with her mother. He knew her since she was barely out of diapers and he was the only person she had trusted to train her personally outside of the classes that she took. She shook her head. ”You’re right. Forgive me.” she said simply but he waved off the apology with an impatient hand. Go shower off. We’ll get back to work next week. Take some time off and enjoy the holidays. And tell Ivy I said hello. he said. She nodded and stepped away without another word, making her way towards the showers in the back of the gym.
The hot water did much to calm her temper. Her father taught her better indeed. Her fingers went up to clasp the necklace he had given her for her sixteenth birthday, the last thing he had ever gotten her, and then she returned to showering off the sweat. If she didn’t hurry she would be late to meet Ivy, not that she thought the other woman would mind. Ivy knew her better than she knew herself.
She was dressed soon after in the clothes she brought with her, stuffing her gym clothes in a bag impatiently before heading out to meet Ivy at one of their usual meeting places. It didn’t take long for her to spot the dark haired woman at a table with the files all spread out. She shook her head. ”It’s like you want people to know who we’re after. Dave says hi by the way” she said as she unceremoniously sat herself down opposite her partner.
”Oh, and so do I” she said with a little frown at herself, realizing that she had yet to say hi, she had merely started speaking without thinking. She was off today. Why was that? It wouldn’t seem to click, as if she had stored the date purposely somewhere she wouldn’t think about it. Something to do with her parents than.
She looked over until she caught the waitresses eyes with her own odd colored ones that were almost violet but not quite. Exotic all the same with the way she darkly lined them after she had gotten out of the shower at the gym. ”Can I get a menu please?” she asked politely, but without much emotion, when the waitress finally decided to come over.
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Post by ivory on Dec 24, 2011 2:13:25 GMT -5
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Ivy arched a brow, flicking through his file without much visible interest. He was going to be the hardest to track.
”It’s like you want people to know who we’re after. Dave says hi by the way.”
She didn't bother to look up; not just yet, anyway. "Shut up, Amber. No one cares enough to look. Oh, and tell him I say hey back." She smirked, closing the file and throwing it onto the table. She glanced at Amber--noting the drying hair, the redness of her knuckles--and she arched a brow, wrapping a curl repeated around her little finger.
She considered inquiring about it, but if she knew Amber--which she did, very well--then it was most likely the morning was spent hitting some object, or some unfortunate fool. Which ever one it was, Ivy didn't particularly care, but she was a little concerned about the state of her hands.
She mentally shrugged; Amber was a big girl.
Ivy wasn't her friend so that she could mother her--she was her friend because she let her live.
So she kept her mouth shut on the matter, and instead rolled her eyes slightly, letting her friend silently know what she thought about it.
"Oh, and so do I," Amber added, her brows furrowing to form a frown. Ivy waved a hand, dismissing the comment. "Friends for twenty two years and you still feel the need to introduce yourself?" She snorted. "Don't bother, you know I dislike small talk."
She smiled wryly, rolling her eyes a little.
"You're earlier than I expected, though. I gave you at least five more minutes to be late." She smirked once more, her tone surprisingly more joking than sarcastic. She really was in a good mood today.
The waitress then walked over once more, and Ivy patiently waited as Amber asked for the menu, smiling a little when the waitress glanced at her direction. When she had walked away, Ivy leaned forward ans cooped all the files into two neat piles, before nudging them towards Amber.
"Read. Quickly. We're supposed to get rid of all them within two weeks." The girl shrugged, passive. "It'll be a pain in the ass, but they said we're the best ones." The edge of her lips tilted in arrogance, her features a smug beauty.
Of course they were.
They kicked ass.
Her fingers played with strands of her hair as the waiter returned with the menu, and she waited somewhat patiently for Amber to order.
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Post by amber on Dec 24, 2011 2:45:41 GMT -5
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Impatient hands that were still red from her workout wove damp hair into a simple braid at the back of her neck as she sat opposite the woman who had been her partner in crime since they were three years old and has stuck their tongues out at each other. They were far past that, of course, but sometimes it still felt like they were back in those days.
Ivy didn’t look up when she sat, Amber didn’t expect her to. A beep from her phone that informed her that she had had a message waiting, and unchecked, for fifteen minutes. She frowned. She always forgot to check her phone. Flipping it open she saw it was from Ivy telling her she was late and Amber rolled her eyes. She was fully aware that she was late. Amber scooped up the file that Ivy tossed on the table, glancing over it and looking for keywords that a lifetime growing up around this business had taught her to look for. ”Right, I’ll run over there and tell him right now” she replied with a dry wit that was attributed to her and had been since she was seventeen years old and had managed to remember how to joke.
She left the shut up alone. Ivy knew how Amber would react to being told to shut up, they didn’t need the usual routine. Just like Amber knew what the roll of Ivy’s eyes meant. While Ivy partied, Amber worked out to relieve stress. Half of their conversations were always unspoken, they had known each other that long. Amber did not even bother to worry about speaking, her expression would speak for her. She arched a brow at the file that was in her hands currently. ”Shit” she muttered softly. That one would be so much fun.
”Saying hello is hardly an introduction. And it’s a shared dislike.” Amber replied. She shook her head at the next comment though. She was usually only late to meet Ivy because Ivy understood. When it came to clients or catching a bounty, she found that she was never late to the party. It was just with Ivy. Ivy cut her slack, even if she teased. ”Dave let me out five minutes early or I would have been” she replied, noting the joke in her closest friends tone and noting the slight joke in her own. Only with Ivy was she this comfortable that she could joke in such a manner.
Amber, as well, did not comment on them being noted as the best. There were plenty of others who were better, who had been at this longer, Amber didn’t care for bests or rankings. Her parents had been called the best too and that hadn’t saved them. She just wanted her and Ivy to get through it with a dead shifter and both of them alive at every one of their bounties. She did nt comment, either, on the two piles. She knew what each pile meant. She nodded a bit. Two weeks meant they needed to be quick on their feet for this many. ”Sounds like a challenge. You know how I feel about a challenge” she said, a slight smile coloring her lips at that point.
The waitress came back and Amber looked to order. ”Blood Cactus tea and a cho-“ Amber paused. She had almost ordered that again, she always did when she was here. She refused to have that ever again though. The last time she had had it was when she was barely sixteen, and she wanted to leave that back with the treasured memory, evne if it had been her favorite. Seamlessly she kept speaking, that ever so slight pause the only indication that she had even stopped. ”Double chocolate chunk brownie to go along, thank you” she said, handing the woman the menu.
Her mind went back to the files. ”These two should be easy. The others might be more difficult and this one—“ she pointed to Vincent’s file—Is going to be a bitch” she finished, hoping that she hadn’t given Ivy any time to comment on her slip up.
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Post by ivory on Dec 24, 2011 8:54:20 GMT -5
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Absent mindedly, Ivy's own hand reached up, automatically petting, smoothing and styling her already perfect hair back into place. It was more of a habit, really. Ever since she was a child, Ivy was always fidgeting.
She played with a few strands of her curls, looking at Amber's braid with slight envy. Her hair never looked as good when it was tied up; it didn't shine the way Amber's did.
With a small smile, Ivy gently fingered the corner of one file, reminiscing that one memory where she had thrown a tantrum--arms crossed, pout and all--because Amber had looked better than she. Of course, she was only six, but still; it was an embarrassing moment, even for a six year old.
Amber swiftly ignored her 'shut up' comment (it wasn't a surprise really. She had been ignoring Ivy's digs for the past five years) but she could tell that she knew what her eye roll meant--of course she did. Twenty two years of friendship wasn't for nothing--they knew the other like the backs of their hands. Satisfied that Amber had understood, Ivy leant back against the padded chair, draping an arm across the armrest.
It was funny, seeing as how impatient Ivy usually was, but with Amber?
She seemed to have all the patience (well, more than usual) in the world.
And here she waited, watching as she arched a brow at the file (from the look in her eyes, Ivy would have guessed that she was holding the Vincent file), before muttering swearwords.
But Ivy knew Amber too well; the girl was excited.
She smirked--and so was she.
”Saying hello is hardly an introduction. And it’s a shared dislike.” Ivy shrugged, throwing her hands up in the air as if to say, what d'you want me to do about it. She grabbed her purse and took out her compact, peering at her reflection for a few seconds before snapping it back shut with a soft click. "It's enough of one; and if it's shared, then don't do it." She smiled sweetly, before shoving her compact back into her bag.
Now, don't get me wrong.
To an untrained stranger, they would have thought that Ivy was being rude, horrible even; and, well, it was true.
But the two girls had known each for a long time; Amber understood Ivy's quirks. The girl found it amusing to piss people off; the need grew worse the closer the relationship. It was an addiction--one that she thoroughly enjoyed.
”Dave let me out five minutes early or I would have been,” Amber joked; but only just.
It was small, but it was there--the old Amber.
Ivy felt her chest tighten, as it always did, when the old part of Amber made an appearance. She loved the girl--of course she did--but she didn't like seeing her friend so hard, and cold. It just didn't seem fair; she used to be so happy and outgoing.
Ivy's jaw set; her eyes narrowed, her fingers twitching, eager to curl into a fist. It wasn't fair. And it never would be.
Not until they tracked down the wolf who murdered Jenna and Alec.
She shoved the two files towards Amber, urging for her to quickly scan through them all. ”Sounds like a challenge. You know how I feel about a challenge” Amber smiled, to which Ivy responded with a mischievous one of her own.
"Of course I do; I feel the same way." She sighed, leaning forward to grab a random file to reread over. "It's been a while since they gave us something as big as this. It was starting to get boring." She grinned, cerulean flickering up once, her gaze lingering into Amber's eyes, before fluttering back down when she felt her middle twist.
It was odd, that feeling.
It wasn't painful, but it wasn't particularly nice, either.
Ivy couldn't quite place it--well, she had never felt it before--and it had suddenly propped up in the last few weeks. It was weird; maybe it was some sort of illness.
The waitress returned, ready once more for an order. Ivy flashed the waitress another thankful grin, before turning back to her file, reading the facts without much interest. She had memorized everything when she read it the first time.
”Blood Cactus tea and a cho-“
Ivy looked up; suddenly tense. Wide cerulean, filled with obvious concern that she didn't attempt to hide stared, transfixed at Amber, willing for her to continue. She knew why Amber had froze; of course she did.
And she also knew, why it was important that she didn't mention it.
The waitress, unaware that something was wrong, shifted her weight, patient. Ivy glanced at her, before looking back at Amber. ”Double chocolate chunk brownie to go along, thank you,” Amber finished, giving the waitress back her menu. Ivy leaned over, holding up a hand to catch the waitress' attention. "S'cuse me, sorry, you know that brownie I ordered earlier? Could you make sure it comes out the same time as hers?" At the word 'hers', Ivy nodded her head towards Amber, who was looking back at the files. The waitress nodded happily, before walking off.
Remind her to give that girl an extra big tip.
”These two should be easy. The others might be more difficult and this one—“ she pointed to Vincent’s file "—Is going to be a bitch.” Amber said, hurrying almost in what Ivy guessed was an attempt to move on. Ivy smiled, glad to do so.
You see, Ivy enjoyed pushing people to the edge, but there was a line that even she did not cross.
Glancing at Amber, the worry and concern melted away, knowing that she wouldn't like seeing it there, in Ivy's eyes. She shrugged, shoving the file she had back towards Amber. "I dunno. We've handled worse." She was being arrogant again; the smug smirk and arched brow said it all.
"D'you remember that guy, in Chicago? The one with the lanky hair who still had that fashion obsession with the '90s?" She snorted, at the memory. "Now he, was a bitch. I honestly thought that we were gunna die, Amber. Not even kidding."
It had been one of their first assignments (which, if you think about it was pretty out of order. Giving a high class job to a pair of newbies? Out of order), and they--well, Ivy--had fucked up. She'd made the mistake of drinking on the job (her excuse: she was trying to blend into the situation), and when the time to kill had come, Ivy had hesitated, her finger pausing for one second too long, giving him the chance to attack.
If it wasn't for Amber, she shuddered to think about where she would be, right now.
Probably pushing daises.
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Post by amber on Dec 25, 2011 1:01:33 GMT -5
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Amber quite liked that they were going to be gaining a challenge in this particular case set. It was difficult, but seeing as they had been doing this particular job ever since they were eighteen, which made it seven years now, and they had it practically running in their veins, being that they both had families who had been hunting since before it was legal to hunt. It wouldn’t be something that was surprising, they knew how to handle themselves in a challenge. Now anyway. There had been slip ups in the beginning, but they had been young. It had been to be expected.
She looked up to catch Ivy’s blue eyes and their eyes caught for that one moment before Amber let her own eyes fall back to the files. She did not approve of the fluttering in her stomach. She wasn’t quite sure what that even meant. It was an odd sort of feeling. One she had never experienced before and she was unaware how to classify anything to it.
She had to reply to Ivy, however.
Now was no time to go off into her own thoughts.
Ivy would realize that she had zoned out and worry, as she always did.
”You always say it gets boring, and then get hyped up like a little kid when we get a new one” she teased, ever so slightly. Anyone who wasn’t Ivy would probably not be able to catch the tease in her words, however she had no doubt that Ivy would catch it and appreciate it. Amber always tried to push herself to be happier around Ivy. She knew that her best friend worried due to Amber’s often shut off state.
She had been this way for a very long time, however. It had become more natural to her than her old easy going ways. She was not sure how it was that she could ever become the girl that she once was ever again. She did know how to sate it, however, and she had yet to gain that chance. It was a frustrating, and yet true, fact.
Her parent’s killer still remained a mystery to her. She had clues, but nothing solid.
It was then that the waitress returned once more, and Amber made her order. She had also made her slip up, however, no one seemed to catch it. She refused to look at Ivy, though, because she knew that the sympathy and the worry would be on her face, and Amber had no desire to see that on her face. Ivy knew that well, because it was gone when Amber looked over to hear her order the same as Amber had ordered, Amber knew that she would have done that. It had happened since they were little.
She nodded slightly when she looked over at Ivy once more when she had spoken once more. There was no concern there, no notice that she had caught Amber’s slip up, even if Amber knew she had. Amber appreciated that about Ivy. She pushed hard and often, but not when it came to these things.
She snorted, amused, when Amber brought up the one with the horrible fashion sense. But she nodded, remembering that they had probably almost died with that particular mission. They had taken a bounty that was too tough for their level, but they were trying to prove themselves, trying to do their parents proud and live up to the name they had made for both of their families. She nodded a little bit. They had almost died. ”Well, now we know not to drink and hunt” she said simply.
She had been so scared that night, even after she knew the wolf was dead. When Ivy had almost bit it…it had pushed her to seeing red and she had acted without thinking even if it had saved her hide. But she had been so scared underneath. Ivy was all she had left. The idea of Ivy being dead too, buried near her parents, had scared her more than she would ever admit. She hadn’t cried that night, but she had felt like she might have. But she had locked the ability to cry in front of others inside herself. Nine long years ago.
The brownies and their respective drinks came and Amber murmered a slight thank you before gently prodding the chocolate confection with her fork, feeling how fluffy it was. It brought a fond memory back to the surface. ”Do you remember when we were…well we couldn’t have been more than nine…and we convinced our mothers that we could cook our after school brownies for the week all by ourselves? And then proceeded to forget the baking soda?” she said with a fond little smile as she popped a little bit of chocolate in her mouth, as she remembered those chocolate bricks that the two girls had made that day.
It nearly made her choke to remember that it had been her mother, along with Lillian, who had cooked up a new batch to produce to the sniffling nine year olds who were devastated that their first time baking together had ended in such tragedy.
She shook her head and popped another bite of chocolate into her mouth. ”I say we hit these five hard and fast. Gather the data that we need and then get it done. I got a few new blades that I would like to try out.” she said, suddenly reverting back to the serious business at hand. It might have caused anyone else to have whiplash, but Ivy had to be more than used to Amber’s quick topic changes with no warning at all.
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--Such a long post for me!--
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Post by ivory on Dec 25, 2011 20:48:18 GMT -5
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”You always say it gets boring, and then get hyped up like a little kid when we get a new one,” she said, the tease only slight.
Ivy waved a hand, a little smirk set in place. "Details, details." She laughed, rolling her eyes. She then shrugged, grinning a little. "Well, you know me. Can never get enough of killing supernatural ass." Ivy flashed her best friend a set of pearly whites, before looking up at the nearing waitress.
After Amber ordered--and that little blip of hers--she switched the topic, to which Ivy happily complied.
Amber snorted when Ivy brought up the, er, familiar memory of one of their first kills. ”Well, now we know not to drink and hunt."
Ivy nodded, rolling her eyes a little at the 'we'. They both knew that the only one that drunk enough to mess up was Ivy, that night.
Typical Amber, trying to make it seem like it was both their faults; sometimes the girl was just a little too martyr-like for her own good. But that was just one of the things that Ivy loved about her; you didn't get people like that nowadays, especially in this day and age.
"Yeah. We." Ivy arched a brow at her, letting her know what she thought.
You see that, was what was so great about having a friendship that close; you didn't need words, to talk. The two could exchange a look--any look--and understand what the other was thinking. And that sort of connection was rare; it was something that Ivy prided in, having a best friend like Amber.
With another disproving--but only slightly--look at Amber, Ivy shook her head, letting it go.
That night didn't exactly bring happy memories (fuck, the amount she cried was unbelievable; although Amber didn't shed a tear--not like she expected her to, though) and Ivy didn't exactly want to spend ages reminiscing about it. Even if she did bring it up.
But that was just like her; she never really thought about what she was saying. Her policy: talk first, think about it later. Of course, with the supernatural, it was always: kill first, laugh about it later.
The waiter returned--which earned a surprised brow raise from Ivy. Shit came out quick, here--and she nodded a thank you with a small smile, before snatching up her fork and tearing into her brownie. All sweet desserts were her addiction; they were a fucking godsend. it was a surprise that Ivy didn't have diabetes, with the amount of sugar she indulged.
”Do you remember when we were…well we couldn’t have been more than nine…and we convinced our mothers that we could cook our after school brownies for the week all by ourselves? And then proceeded to forget the baking soda?”
The fork froze mid-way, the brownie falling off the utensil and landing in Ivy's lap.
After a shocked second, Ivy dropped her fork onto the table, grabbed the napkin and began to wipe off the brownie, glad that she had decided to wear a shorts play-suit rather than a full length one. Whilst scrubbing brown off her tights, she looked up at Amber, struggling slightly to keep the shock out of her expression.
"Ha, of course. I was so determined to eat it anyway; I hated being proven wrong, even then." She smirked, scrunching up the napkin and placing it away from her plate in a neat ball.
As an unspoken rule, the two of them hardly ever brought up Amber's parents.
Ivy: she didn't want to make her friend any sadder than she already was.
Amber: well, Ivy didn't know for sure, but she guessed that she didn't want to be reminded that her parents were dead.
So it came as a bit of a surprise, that Amber had brought up that memory. A surprise that she had clearly shown, Ivy thought, annoyed that she had let the emotion slip through. Amber would have definitely noticed it.
She needed to stop being so careless.
Ivy picked back up her fork, and shoved another bite of brownie into her mouth. "Not that that stopped us the next time, though. Two weeks later, I think it was; if my memory is correct." She said, her lips tilted, showing yet again, arrogance. Of course it was; her memory was always correct.
”I say we hit these five hard and fast. Gather the data that we need and then get it done. I got a few new blades that I would like to try out.” Amber said, suddenly switching topic.
Ivy couldn't have been more relieved.
"Agreed. We need to scope out their hang outs, figure out what, where and when." She glanced at a file, scanning it until she found what she wanted. "I say we go downtown tomorrow and check out the Circle Bar and Lafayette Cemetery. According to this--" she pointed at the file "--they're most likely to be at either of those places."
She finished off her brownie, and she licked her lips, before leaning forward. She stabbed her fork at the picture of Vincent, before looking up, cerulean looking sharp and mischievous.
"I call shot gun on this guy; I've missed a good fight."
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Post by amber on Dec 29, 2011 22:47:11 GMT -5
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Amber arched her right eyebrow right on back at Ivy.
She realized that she never drank herself and that ivy had been the one who had drank that night and not she, but it was the principle of the matter. She would not let Ivy take the blame for that near miss. She was just happy that Ivy was okay. The idea of Ivy leaving her life too made her scared as could be. She did not even want to dwell on that for one more minute. It wasn’t something that she wished to think on for very long.
She had not been lying; however, she knew that Ivy believed her to be with the “we”. It had taught both of them not to drink when they went on a bounty, regardless of whether or not Amber really would have bothered to in the first place; it had been a learning experience for both of them. Amber’s arched brow clearly told Ivy’s disapproving look to suck it in the best possible way.
The waitress returned shortly with their deserts, something that Amber could appreciate. That was why she liked to come here often enough; their fast service never left anything to be desired. It was always quick when she wished it to be. She could appreciate that in a café. She smiled slightly at the waitress in thanks and took a bite of the bronie. It was fluffy enough that it took her back to a memory. A memory in which she shared with her best friend because Ivy had been a part of that as well.
She looked up when Ivy’s piece of brownie fell off of her fork, and saw the shock on her face. A tiny little frown began to dance upon her lips. Was it truly that inoften that she spoke of her parents or the old times? Did it require shock such as this? She shook her head. She knew that she didn’t speak of them often, but usually Ivy was better at hiding the surprise that Amber very well knew that she felt every time. It made her miss her parents a little—ache a bit inside—to see the shock. It made her feel as if this was spoken infrequently and thus it was forbidden.
She continued to speak anyway.
Maybe if she focused on the memory the pain would stop.
She was grateful to note that it did, in fact, sotp.
She rolled her eyes at Ivy’s mention of if her memory was correct becase they both knew that it would be. Ivy’s memory was never incorrect, she practically had a photographic memory. The comment was helpful in getting over the shock however, of speaking of her parents, and allowed her to once more move on. She nodded. ”It was, as you well know. Those came out better” she said, taking another bite of brownie and deciding that that was the end of memory lane. She hoped to have said it blunt enough that Ivy would catch on to that.
She missed the days when she could be so carefree sometimes.
She knew that they were long gone.
Dead, just like other things that she missed.
She appreciated that Ivy caught on easily to her topic change. It would have been odd had she not caught on, however, seeing as how long the two girls had been best of friends. It was time to get down to business. She popped another piece of the brownie into her mouth as she listened to her partner talk, agreeing all the way.
She frowned and disagreed with one point, hwoever.
The idea of Ivy talking on the hardest of the bounties on her own did not sit will with Amber. She knew that Ivy could handle it, she had no doubt of this fact. But she also had a deep irrational fear that Ivy would kill herself on accident one of these days or not return home from a bounty. It did not help that Vincent was a werewolf because that worsened her fear. She knew the worry flashed in her eyes, but she tried her best to keep it from the rest of her facial features.
”No. We should do that together. Double team him. Hit him high and low. If you insist on fighting him alone at least let me snipe from above.” she said, knowing the worry leached into her words, something that was rare for the stone cold bounty hunter to show in front of anyone else. It simply made her stomach twist in knots to think of Ivy getting hurt.
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Post by ivory on Dec 31, 2011 9:35:51 GMT -5
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And that was the end of that.
Ivy knew that Amber had seen the shock, the hesitation, the fear that only she could see in her eyes. She been caught off-guard--the topic had surprised her. That's all. That was why she slipped up.
Of course it was.
She glanced up at Amber, curiosity dancing in blue, before looking down at the files, reaching out of her drink. They continued to discuss tactics--it was strange to think how much their routine soothed the girl--when they came were hit by a brick roll.
Ivy wanted to take out Vincent, alone.
Amber wanted to do it together.
”No, she said. "We should do that together. Double team him. Hit him high and low. If you insist on fighting him alone at least let me snipe from above.”
Ivy heard the worry, and to her surprise, she felt a flutter of irritation scrape against her stomach. She frowned, wondering why; Amber was just being Amber--Ivy liked that, so why the sudde--oh.
She didn't think that Ivy could handle him, did she?
She doesn't think I'm good enough, she thought bitterly; but she knew she was just being stupid. Amber was being a good friend--a best friend. Chicago, obviously, was still on her mind; and it had a bigger affect on it than she had previous thought.
Fucking Chicago.
She shook her head, glaring at the picture of Vincent. "No, we can't double team when there's more than one wolf. We fight back-to-back when there's a group. "
Ivy sighed, reaching out to take hold of Amber's hand, blue locking against blue.
"Amber, let me do this. I can do it, I promise." She, with a shock, realized that this was her way of making it up for herself from her previous--far too many--mistakes. It wasn't a very good way of making it up, but so far, it was the only thing she had. Vincent would be a bitch to handle, but Ivy was confident. She could do it.
After a pause, she sighed again. She knew Amber. She wouldn't budge from her decision; not without a compromise.
"C'mon, Amber. I'll get him last, so if I need help--which I won't--then you can jump in at any time, and I won't hit you for it after." She grinned, squeezing Amber's hand. 'We good?"
Of course, Amber wasn't to know that Ivy was planning on getting Vincent first thing; he was her kill, and this time, she'd do it right.
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Post by amber on Jan 10, 2012 19:50:38 GMT -5
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Amber did not like the thought of Ivy doing this alone, it simply did not sit well with the young woman. Perhaps it was due to Chicago being on her mind, or more likely it was due to the memories of her parents that had recently been stirred up within her mind. No matter what the case may be, Amber did not like Ivy going to do this alone. It did not sit well with her, she voiced her opinion, to which Ivy denied her, making Amber frown.
Ivy took her hand, making Amber jump momentarily. Now whatever was that for? Ivy was making sure to reassure her, she had touched her before, so why did that make Amber flutter so? Amber did not flutter. She had locked most of herself away, and she was unable to get so emotional about things like being touched, the feeling was not what she was used to. She frowned, but her eyes met that of her best friend’s, blue on blue. Ivy told her she could do this.
She wanted to do this.
Amber should let her.
Oh but she couldn’t.
Ivy was her best friend, she could not let go of her like this, and chance her to fate. She knew that in the line of work they covered, this was often the case, that was why her parents had been taken from her so young. It did not mean that she had to like it. Ivy seemed to see this in her, for she kept talking before Amber could deny her.
She sighed, knowing that this was the biggest compromise that she was likely to get from her best friend and partner, and she nodded. ”As long as we’re both aware that I intend to be a sniper and not on the ground, fine, we’re good” she said, letting a little smile that only Ivy saw play on her lips. Amber only smiled really around Ivy aymore. She did not have a boyfriend, she never had any intention of one either. She was emotionally distance. She couldn’t count how many times she had been told that. Emotionally distant and emotionally damaged. She was detatched from the real world. The lists went on, but they all meant the same thing. Amber could not connect with people anymore. No one but Ivy.
She took her hand out from under Ivy’s, somewhat reluctantly, and went back to the files, and staked her claim on three of them. ”These are mine then” she said, making it clear that if Ivy got the hardest, she wanted the most.
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