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redifer · 03-11-2011, 08:32 PM

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Originally Posted by sarahkbarrett

Pulling the cup away from his lips, Mason glanced at the woman next to him. Oh. Yikes. She looked about ready to murder someone. Maybe standing next to her was a dangerous move. He watched her pointy eyebrow shoot across her forehead.

Mason awkwardly drew his attention to other people in the room. He could feel her staring at the side of his face. Glaring. Finally her ever-so sarcastic tone cut through the awkward silence. Heh. Party hat. Right.

WAIT. Since when did Mason back down from danger? ~~Since fifth year when Rob Blicken threatened to hex him to the Sahara Desert.~~ And since when was Mason afraid of females? ~~Since he was seven and Elizabet Pawner slapped him in the face with all the might of the universe.~~

No, Mason would not let this woman glare him down. One order of really bad jokes with a side of sarcasm, coming right up. Mason shrugged. "That and the look on your face. You look absolutely thrilled to be alive." .... Weak, Everard. Weak.

As soon as he made his extremely wit-less comment, the woman's assembly of cracker-and-cheese dived to the floor. Mason was about to, politely, bend to help retrieve the food until she beat him to it and-

MERLIN'S UNDERPANTS. "Guuahh!" He said with a little twitch and small leap backward. S-s-s-spider?! On her back. TATTOOED. WHO WOULD DO THAT?! Mason wondered to himself, clearly bewildered.

Then realizing how much an idiot he looked like, he tried to compose himself while she sent her food scraps to the garbage can. No such luck. Mason hated spiders. He'd been scared of them senselessly since he was born. Even tattooed ones.

Medea laughed inwardly. She was completely satisfied with his reaction, which appeared to be scared to death. Eeeexcellent. Maybe he’ll go away. She really was very busy. The green eyed woman had a long list of ‘to-dos’.

The list included, but was not limited to, 1.)Stare angrily at people 2.) Watch everyone’s every move 3.) Judge any and everyone she saw 4.) Make fun of everyone 5.) Lastly, make at least one enemy. She didn’t need friends, they were a liability.

She learned that early on in her life. The few times she had gotten close to someone it ended up being disastrous. Because of this she had no friends – this included best friends and boyfriends. The 32 year old woman actually had grown accustom to being a loner – honestly she enjoyed it. And Merlin forbid she actually got lonely, she had a brother and sister she could call upon. And really they were only good for being the butt of her jokes. Neither one of them was all that witty…. Or smart.

The boy-man spoke. Awww, was that his attempt at a joke??! Too cute. Glancing back at him for a moment her expression told shown that she was judging him. Judging him and his stupid un-witty remark. Medea smirked, he assumed her. Much in the same way her siblings did.

Just as she stood from dropping the food he squealed like a pig. Yup that’s how she’d describe that noise. As her food went soaring toward the garbage she looked at the boy-man wand in hand. Something had obviously scared him yet she could not see anything that would typically be associated with fear.

…. Oh, wait. No way. Really?!

Realizing what it was that scared him she smirked again and slipped her wand back into its holster.

She leaned back on to the wall for a moment, eyeing him. He was obviously shaken. Oh this was good.

Medea moved slowly. Stopping when her face was directly in front of his. The dark haired woman brought her left hand to his temple and ran her finger tips through his hair finally resting her hand on the back of his head. Stopping to make eye contact for a slight momenet she gave a learing smile. She leaned very close to his ear now, ~~mocking~~ speaking ever so softly, ”You know it’s not real right...” Pulling away from him she returned to her spot on the wall and gave a hearty laugh.

Ok. This party wasn’t so bad. At least she had already completed a good deal of things on her list. And she was certain after that last little show this boy-man would not like her, and that would round out the list of to do’s very nicely.

03-11-2011, 08:32 PM	#42 (permalink)
redifer Puffskein Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Ruling Dramamine Posts: 1,724	Ok, she's not a meanie - she's straight up evil. XD Eating chili with Sirius Red NinjaRaspberry White Chocolate Mocha Quote: Originally Posted by sarahkbarrett* Pulling the cup away from his lips, Mason glanced at the woman next to him. Oh. Yikes. She looked about ready to murder someone. Maybe standing next to her was a dangerous move. He watched her pointy eyebrow shoot across her forehead. Mason awkwardly drew his attention to other people in the room. He could feel her staring at the side of his face. Glaring. Finally her ever-so sarcastic tone cut through the awkward silence. Heh. Party hat. Right. WAIT. Since when did Mason back down from danger? ~~Since fifth year when Rob Blicken threatened to hex him to the Sahara Desert.~~ And since when was Mason afraid of females? ~~Since he was seven and Elizabet Pawner slapped him in the face with all the might of the universe.~~ No, Mason would not let this woman glare him down. One order of really bad jokes with a side of sarcasm, coming right up. Mason shrugged. "That and the look on your face. You look absolutely thrilled to be alive." .... Weak, Everard. Weak. As soon as he made his extremely wit-less comment, the woman's assembly of cracker-and-cheese dived to the floor. Mason was about to, politely, bend to help retrieve the food until she beat him to it and- MERLIN'S UNDERPANTS. "Guuahh!" He said with a little twitch and small leap backward. S-s-s-spider?! On her back. TATTOOED. WHO WOULD DO THAT?! Mason wondered to himself, clearly bewildered. Then realizing how much an idiot he looked like, he tried to compose himself while she sent her food scraps to the garbage can. No such luck. Mason hated spiders. He'd been scared of them senselessly since he was born. Even tattooed ones. Medea laughed inwardly. She was completely satisfied with his reaction, which appeared to be scared to death. Eeeexcellent. Maybe he’ll go away. She really was very busy. The green eyed woman had a long list of ‘to-dos’. The list included, but was not limited to, 1.)Stare angrily at people 2.) Watch everyone’s every move 3.) Judge any and everyone she saw 4.) Make fun of everyone 5.) Lastly, make at least one enemy. She didn’t need friends, they were a liability. She learned that early on in her life. The few times she had gotten close to someone it ended up being disastrous. Because of this she had no friends – this included best friends and boyfriends. The 32 year old woman actually had grown accustom to being a loner – honestly she enjoyed it. And Merlin forbid she actually got lonely, she had a brother and sister she could call upon. And really they were only good for being the butt of her jokes. Neither one of them was all that witty…. Or smart. The boy-man spoke. Awww, was that his attempt at a joke??! Too cute. Glancing back at him for a moment her expression told shown that she was judging him. Judging him and his stupid un-witty remark. Medea smirked, he assumed her. Much in the same way her siblings did. Just as she stood from dropping the food he squealed like a pig. Yup that’s how she’d describe that noise. As her food went soaring toward the garbage she looked at the boy-man wand in hand. Something had obviously scared him yet she could not see anything that would typically be associated with fear. …. Oh, wait. No way. Really?! Realizing what it was that scared him she smirked again and slipped her wand back into its holster. She leaned back on to the wall for a moment, eyeing him. He was obviously shaken. Oh this was good. Medea moved slowly. Stopping when her face was directly in front of his. The dark haired woman brought her left hand to his temple and ran her finger tips through his hair finally resting her hand on the back of his head. Stopping to make eye contact for a slight momenet she gave a learing smile. She leaned very close to his ear now, ~~mocking~~ speaking ever so softly, ”You know it’s not real right...” Pulling away from him she returned to her spot on the wall and gave a hearty laugh. Ok. This party wasn’t so bad. At least she had already completed a good deal of things on her list. And she was certain after that last little show this boy-man would not like her, and that would round out the list of to do’s very nicely. __________________ Last edited by redifer; 03-11-2011 at 09:10 PM.