Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Oct 3, 2009 18:13:04 GMT -5
“Holy cow, talk about a walking eye-gasm. Heya, honey. You, me and a bottle of massage oil. Let’s make the world end?”
In retrospect, it probably wasn’t such a good idea to say such things out loud, where all kinds of people could hear it and take it the wrong way. Nor was it such a good idea, in that the speaker could always get herself thrown out for harassment, or just plain ‘ol being a pervert.
…Nah hell, she was never a fan of sticking to social conventions. And if she got kicked out? There was always beating on her bikers back at the bar.
Grinning from ear to ear as a fellow patron blinked owlishly at her, Ilani trotted down the gym aisle resisting the urge to snicker. It was always fun to surprise the nice looking guys; see that look of shock and horror on their faces, as they realized what the hell she was getting at. All in all, for a woman with a libido like a squirrel on crack, being in a gym surrounded by muscled, sweaty bodies was probably akin to an alcoholic swimming in Budweiser Lake. And, normally, she liked to keep her work out sessions to running away from angry ghosts or playing ‘touch me and I’ll smack you’ with the local morons who passed through the bar.
But when a girl gets visited by a blast from the past, claiming that Daddy Dearest might be coming over for a ‘surprise visit?’ A girl just needed something to hit. And, given that little assault charge two months ago, a punching bag was probably a good idea. Not that it was her fault, really…was it so bad to break up a bar fight by hitting the instigator over the head with a barstool? Psh, of course not.
To the naked eye, the woman charging toward a free punching bag with a vengeance, probably looked like the very last person who would frequent a gym. The clothes were about right; a sports bra, exercise shorts and sneakers replaced her usual garb. What was making a few of her fellow patrons stop what they were doing and stare, however, was probably the adornment of coffin clips keeping her hair pinned back from her purple streaked hair, the leather armband reading ‘Beijing Butcher,’ and the dragon tattoo on her face.
Ignoring the curious glances, Ilani made a stand off with the punching bag in front of her, glaring at the sand-filled thing as if it had sprouted a familiar head. Tugging on a pair of gloves- brand spanking new…damn, she’d left the tags on again- she squared her feet, clenched her jaw and proceeded to punch the hell out of the poor thing.
Ah, that made her feel so much better. An hour of this and some bloody knuckles, and she could ignore the rumor that New York’s Butcher was coming to visit.
…That, and plan out where to set the boobytraps. But for now, being calm was number one.
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 4, 2009 13:14:46 GMT -5
Stepping into the club, Derek DeVoux looked around and then headed back to the men's locker room. When Sibeal had first mentioned the place, the wolf had been leary of taking a membership as it seemed to be a hang out of hunters and he didn't always get along with those sorts. However, feeling as if he needed to return the patronage favor of the boxer, he'd listed up and taken to working out a few afternoons a week. Having a military background that had enforced always being in top condition, the dark haired shifter took his body seriously and made sure he was always ready to back up his position.
Placing his things in the locker provided, Derek strolled out into the weight room and watched a few athletes work out. Finding a quiet corner, he put in his IPOD and started warming up. Once he felt he was ready for the harder stuff, the shifter moved on through the weight stations until he had sweat dripping from his brow and this muscles warmed to a burning level. He absolutely loved the feeling he got when he was in this stage. It was like a natural high and he lost himself to the zone where the rest of the world retreated.
After about an hour, Derek looked up and noticed a dark haired woman pummeling a boxing bag. Smiling a bit as she weaved and danced around the swinging object, the wolf wiped his brow and then sauntered across the floor towards a sparring ring. The pair inside where just finishing up so he was able to step right inside and face the winner of the last round. Moving with inate grace, the shifter sized up his opponent and sighed. As the man charged him, Derek pivoted and caught him in a wrestlers grip before putting him down hard on the mat. This opponent got up and gave him a heated look before he kicked out and found his foot entrapped in Derek's hands. Shaking his head warily, the former army ranger shifted his stance and tossed the man into the ropes.
"Gotta do better than that kid. Those moves will get you killed on the street."
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
Posts: 3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Oct 4, 2009 13:59:23 GMT -5
Jab, jab, kick. Duck under an invisible fist, swing an arm up to block and slam her fist back down. She did the set quickly and forcibly, dodging the swinging bag in a rhythm that her body practically sang to. God, it felt good to work some of the energy out. Jab, jab, kick, duck and recover. Take that, angry dreams and buzzing irritation.
“Now, if only you really were Daddy,” She muttered to the punching bag, doing another set with a grunt. “’Sweety, you livin’ HERE?’ That’s what he’s gonna say, I know it. Gonna wrinkle that damn nasty nose and start tellin’ me ‘bout the boys. And…GOD help him…I’ma…ow, that’s right, don’t hit with the knuckles…if he talks about mama I’ma…sick that poltergeist on him. Jack owes me a favor anyway…”
With a few more hits and some grumbling, Ilani leaned against the bag, breath coming out in uneven gasps. Man, she really did hate it when family came to visit. Was there anything worse than a gang member commenting on a girl’s digs?
“Not that he’s gonna get that far. I swear, one little comment and I’ma…I…ayayah, look at that.” One arm looped around the punching bag, she let herself hang for a minute as she watched a fight break out in the ring. While she wasn’t exactly a fan of boxing- guys grabbing sweaty guys…not exactly her thing- she had to appreciate the dance of the fight. And holy cow, did that one know how to move.
Now, any normal person would have simply watched the fight and kept their appreciation for the guys’ skills to themselves…but unfortunately for those who wanted a quiet workout, ‘shy’ just wasn’t in Ilani’s vocabulary.
“Holy cow, look at that move! Did you see him catch that guy’s foot? Man, I wish I could learn how to do that. AAAHHH, LOOK OUT! HE’S COMING BA—oh, dang, nice save. DEFENSE. WHOOPWHOOP.” Doing a little fist pump as the new guy managed to throw the last fight’s winner into the ropes, she looked around at the people around her. “Hey, you wanna do a wave? No? Well, back at you, buddy. God, you guys are no fun.”
Still hanging onto the bag, she continued to watch the fight. She’d wanted to come into the gym and work out some of her frustration, but a little distraction from all that sweat was always welcome. And when in the form of two very nice looking butts whirling around the ring?
Man, was she happy that she got out of the bar today. Talk about a nice surprise.
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 4, 2009 14:36:21 GMT -5
From somewhere nearby, Derek made out the sound of a female voice and her chirping words. His keen hearing caught every word she said and he couldn't help shaking his head a bit in bemusement as he sent a quick glance in her direction. Just as he did so, his opponent took advantage of his distraction and caught him with a sharp right in the jaw. Swearing a bit, Derek retaliated and knocked the man flat on his ass. As the other man shook his head and tried to get to his feet, the wolf gave him a look and then watched as the ref came forward and called the round.
Taking a moment to get a drink, the dark haired gentleman took the bottle of water a gym helper held out and leaned on the ropes. His gaze shot over to where the woman stood and he took in her appearance from head to foot. Something about her spoke of a wild streak and he wondered who she was. Just the air around her fairly vibrated with energy and it made the beast inside take note. It wanted to run and her vitality was compelling.
Shrugging a bit, the wolf capped his drink and then turned back to the ring. Another opponent was climbing in the ring and he smiled before tapping gloves. He's seen this athlete before and knew he'd be better sport than the former.
As the whistle blew, the pair circled each other before Jeff tried a series of kicks and punchs that meet only air. Derek was always one step ahead of him as he let the other man make his move. For the next fifteen minutes, they exchanged punchs, blocks and kicks that allowed them both some measure of challenge before the shifter grew weary of the battle and knocked his oponents breath from his chest with a wicked round house and then an elbow to the kidneys. As the man sank to the floor, the wolf stepped back and then heard the whistle blow.
Offering his hand, Derek helped the man up and then patted his back before climbing from the ring. As he did so, he found his eyes searching for the woman again. When they found her, he gave her a nod and then grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat from his face.
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
Posts: 3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Oct 4, 2009 17:45:45 GMT -5
“Oh, ow! Don’t worry, you’ll get him next time! Shake it off, baby, shake it off!” Ignoring the grumbling around her, Ilani continued to cheer. Lord, this was better than watching the locals beat the snot out of one another, that was for sure. Maybe she’d take Snakes up on his offer to take her to a prizefight. Talk about an adrenaline rush…and she wasn’t even in the danged ring.
Managing to stick out her tongue at someone demanding that she stop making so much noise, while cheering and flipping another guy off, she was almost a bit too disappointed when the fight ended.
All in all, she really had no clue that she was so bloodthirsty. Crazy as a rabid squirrel and way too unorthodox for her own good; that she knew. But it was a firm rule in The Pit to keep fights outside, and the only time she really supported violence was when she was dealing out some very deserved whoopass.
After the two fighters did the whole ‘man hug’ thing at the end of the second fight, she couldn’t stop herself from wandering over to the winner. It took all of her self control not to approach him with some kind of appreciative whistle or a ‘you just melted my panties’ statement, as she was sorely tempted to do, but she managed.
Hell if she was going to lose a potential chance at some interesting conversation over her libido. A girl had to figure out some moves, if she wanted to stay alive on the streets; that was something she definitely held close to heart, given her background. Eye on the prize, that was the ticket.
Man, she hoped she didn't scare this one off. Nah well; it was just the cross she had to bear, her inability to fit in with the locals.
“Hey,” She said, stopping a few feet away from him. Ah, the smell of sweat and victory. “I just wanna say that I hope you don’t mind me whooping, and that was some pretty cool moves you have. Probably lame, but do you teach classes or anything? I know the basic self defense moves, but what you just did was pretty dang cool.”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 4, 2009 19:17:58 GMT -5
“Hey,” She said, stopping a few feet away from him. Ah, the smell of sweat and victory. “I just wanna say that I hope you don’t mind me whooping, and that was some pretty cool moves you have. Probably lame, but do you teach classes or anything? I know the basic self defense moves, but what you just did was pretty dang cool.”
When the woman approached him, Derek watched her warily. Her questions took him by suprise for a moment before he smiled and tossed his towel in the laundry hamper. Working at the tape over his knuckles, he unwound it as he replied.
"Thank you...I think... I enjoy the physical exertion."
Tossing the tape in the trash, he flexed his hands and then crossed his arms over his ripped chest. His dark eyes traveled over her before he reached up to run a hand through his ebony curls.
"No... I don't teach classes or anything... I just work out here in order to keep in form. The owner is a friend of a friend you could say.. How about you? I noticed you killed the bag earlier.. You look like you can hold your own."
As he waited for her to respond, he stepped closer so that another patron could pass by and then smiled down at her. There was something about her very nature that he found oddly.... alluring. As if she would never do quiet what he expected. Giving himself a mental shake, he wondered when he'd fallen into such a controled beast.
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
Posts: 3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Oct 4, 2009 21:32:30 GMT -5
Fiddling with a coffin hairpiece that tapped against her temple, she struck a dramatic pose; cocking a hip with one hand on it while looking down at the nails of her free hand. “Oh, well, you know how it is. A girl living on her own just has to know how to take care of herself.”
Glancing up at him after a minute, she snorted and dropped the pose. “Nah, I just grew up with two older brothers and a ten blocks worth of guy friends. You learn how to not get your butt kicked.”
When he started crossing his arms over his chest, however, all intelligent thought managed to escape her mind. Instead replaced with something akin to the Hallelujah Chorus, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if she ever caught the guy in his birthday suit. Something about ‘It’s Raining Men’ came to mind, but she quickly squashed the thought before it could do any more damage.
Hell, with her luck, she was probably drooling. Cue covert swipe of the lower chin…
“Well, I definitely enjoyed it too,” She said, and immediately wished that there was an invisible wall to bang her head against. Oh great, there went her tongue, doing its freelance thing again.
Nah well. If he ran, he wasn’t worthy of her time anyway.
“Name’s Ilani Moonblood. Think you can show me some of those moves? I mean…that thing you did with the guy’s foot? Holy cow, that was like something out of a Van Dam movie.”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 5, 2009 15:17:48 GMT -5
“Well, I definitely enjoyed it too,”
For a moment, Derek thought he'd heard her wrong but the look on her face told him he hadn't. Looking down, he hid the smile that crossed his face so he wouldn't embarrass her by laughing. He wasn't used to being admired so bluntly but he found it oddly intriguing. His normal type of lady was worldly, refined and knew the score up front. Not a mix of wild child, imp and down to the bones toughness. His normal type of dates revolved around expensive dinners and urban culture while he got the feeling this girl would be more at home in a crowded bar or a street race. Strangely, he wasn't at all turned off by it and that was enough for him to stick around a few more moments.
“Name’s Ilani Moonblood. Think you can show me some of those moves? I mean…that thing you did with the guy’s foot? Holy cow, that was like something out of a Van Dam movie.”
Arching a brow a bit, Derek shook his head and smiled. She was a cute little thing with her accent and chipmunk personality. Giving her a slow nod, he moved nearer and could almost feel her pulse racing.
"My name is Derek DeVoux.... As far as the moves, I suppose I could teach you a thing or too..." he said, mentally shutting the door on a few other moves he'd like to teach her. "But I'm afraid I'm done here for the day and I have to be cleaning up and getting to work before Sibeal decides I'm not needed to run my club. If your truly interested, I'm sure we can meet up sometime and work on adding a few of them to your resume of moves."
Casting a quick look at his watch, the dark haired shifter checked the time and then continued.
"I own a club called The Wolf's Den here in the city. I can be reached there almost every day afternoon to early mornings. I'll tell the help to put your call through to me if you want to schedule a time."
Angling her another smile, the handsome wolf leaned down closer to her ear and whispered.
"By the way.... Your eyes give you away.... You really shouldn't play poker.... I'd beat you every time.... Besides that... I admire a woman who knows what she wants and doesn't bother to hide it.... "
Then, chuckling a bit at her expression, he turned and started for the men's locker room.
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
Posts: 3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Oct 5, 2009 19:22:23 GMT -5
For all of her outwardly flirtatious manner, Ilani prided herself on being one hell of a touch chickeedoo, especially given the hand she’d been dealt from the get-go. She grew up around gang members, witnessed a murder or two…and hell, she saw dead people all the time, thanks to Mama Moonblood’s little family history. As such, she was very proud of her ability to stare down the baddies of the world, flip them off and kick some leather-clad booty when the situation called for it.
So when the only words echoing in her head was ‘hamana-hamana-hamana’ as Mr. Sexy’n’Sweaty strolled closer to introduce himself? She was torn between wanting to berate herself for letting her guard down, or melt into a big, purple-streaked pile of goo.
Hot damn, she was definitely coming to this gym more often. And hooking up ‘It’s Raining Men’ to a little boom box to work out to…
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet ya, Mr. Devoux. Hey, you own the Wolf Den?” Interest perked at the name, she couldn’t help the little sound of surprise that slipped out of her throat. “I’ve heard of it, and heard all nice things. I own The Pit down in the Quarter. You can stop by too one night, if you’re not workin’ too hard. We specialize in relaxing people ‘til they’re too tired to move.”
A wink accompanied the words before she could stop them, and sighing inwardly, she threw up the metaphorical white flag and stopped trying to be civil. It just wasn’t in her nature to act normal, anyway…and anyway, the hot boxer/club owner was making her brain mushy. She’d just blame it all on him.
Most people took a look at her unorthodox behavior and ran for the hills. So color her surprised when S’N’S- she was just gonna start calling him Sin, for the hell of it- did the exact opposite.
“Then I guess you wouldn’t be mad if I said you’ve got an ass to drool over, right?” Ilani grinned as she yelled over the grunts and metallic thuds around her, hands on her hips and brow raised.
Oh yeah, she was definitely going to take up that offer and give him a call. What was that saying about wild horses?
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 6, 2009 15:05:49 GMT -5
“Then I guess you wouldn’t be mad if I said you’ve got an ass to drool over, right?”
Derek heard her parting words and cast a glance back over a lean shoulder. A sexy smile played about his lips as he ran heated eyes up and down her frame in a very male head to toe.
"I guess I wouldn't... Seeing as your not so bad yourself... Catch you around, Ilani Moonblood."
And with that, he strooled into the mens locker room and out of sight.
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