"I swear I don't understand why he wants to meet in the dead of the night. What could be so damn important that he would wake me this late?" The messenger had just left her room at the Inn and she quickly ran a brush through her hair and tied it back into a loose ponytail. She muttered quietly as she quickly pulled on a pair of skin tight, black leather pants, wiggling her way into them as there was another knock on the door. "Who is it?"
"Ah yah reedy yit Mizz Fordyze?"
Behind the door there was a crash as she stumbled into the table while putting her steel toed boots on. And with a grunt, the woman answered the messenger. "Give a woman a damnable minute, can't ya?"
"Yez'm Mizz Fordyze."
Muttering, she slipped into the tight black leather t-shirt with the words, "I dare you" glittering in dark purple. She quickly grabbed the black trench coat and her "friends" slipping a pair of them into their place within the straps of the coat, another pair to her outer thighs and then grabbing her keys, she hauled the door open and grunted when the messenger boy fell backwards at her feet. Scuffing near him, but not directly into him she hissed. "Get up and lets get going. I've got better things to do with my time then to meet with this scum of a lawyer at this damnable hour."
"Yez'm Mizz Fordyze."
They weaved their way through the drunken patrons inside the bar and through the doors, the rush of the night air, hitting her full in the face as she breathed in and hissed at the messenger. "Be quick or I'll slit your throat."
"Now now Mizz Fordyze Iza juz doin muh job."
"Then be quick about it, and you've nothing to fear from me."
The odd pair made their way through the Streets quietly and quickly moving in the shadowed parts when it was best kept and he stopped suddenly and pointed to a door.
"There."
"Last time you took me to a strip bar, you'd better pray you're right this time or it will be your blood spilt." She slipped through the door and cursed softly as she entered it to look on a few gathered people in what seemed to be a combat Arena. "Damn it to hell." She turned on heel and stormed back through the door, pale blue eyes searching the shadows for the little bugger and her fist met the door as she saw him nowhere in sight. When she looked to the left, she saw the map and snatched it up and began to wander through the streets and towards the scum's supposed office.
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She didn't bother knocking when she reached the door, she hauled it open and stepped inside the dimly lit room that smelled of stale cigars and cheap booze. The wisps of smoke coming from behind the desk, told her that she had found his new-found office and she leaned against the nearest wall, crossing an ankle over the other as she glared at him. "This had better be good."
He clasped his greedy little hands together as he nodded enthusiastically towards her. "Oh it is my dear, it is. Seems the couple that found you on their doorstep many years ago left you quite a nice chunk of change when they passed on."
"What in the hell are you talking about Mike, there was nothing. They were as poor as my mother was when she left me there." She looked out the smoke stained window to the left, crossing her arms over her well developed breasts.
"That's where you are wrong Cheyenne, they were not as poor as they led on to be."
He carefully slid a piece of paper towards her and she quickly snatched it up from the corner of the desk and read the figures as she snapped pale blues up towards him. "Are you telling me, that for the past three years, I've been working the darkest parts of Rhydin, selling secrets and this has been mine all this time?"
He gulped quickly. "That's exactly what I'm saying."
"Mike, I swear to god if you are lying, I'll slit your throat here and now. You had better pray that you are not." She tossed the paper carelessly back onto his desk as she leaned on the corner of the desk.
"Why do you think it's taken me this long to close out the case and the financial mumbo jumbo? Don't forget Chey that we come from the same streets. Even though you've got this money now, don't forget who you are." He rustled some papers on his desk and sighed deeply as he looked at her back.
She hissed at him. "How could I forget Mike? I see it every day I look in the damn mirror. And to be honest I could care less about the damn money, yeah it'll help me out and get me outta the alleyways, but it won't change who I am. I'm not some dumb broad who's gonna let it go to her head. When will it be accessible?"
"First thing in the mornin Chey. Send me a message if you need my services for anything else. You're a grown woman now, I'm not gonna tell you what to do with ya life."
She nodded as she stood from the desk and strode toward the door, pausing she glanced over her shoulder. "I suppose you'll be moving again as always." She paused as she contemplated her words, "Thanks Mike." Before he could answer she had pulled the door open and was gone as quick as she had come.
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Her heart raced as she closed the door to her room, tossing the keys onto the table as she slid down the door and curled into a ball, pulling her knees close to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She breathed deeply and laid her chin ontop of her knees and silent tears slipped down her cheeks as she watched the moonlight glitter off the picture frame in the windowsill. Only a few minutes had passed before she was up again and silently mocking herself for letting her feel the emotions she had locked away for years, wiping at the wetness that stained her cheeks as she shrugged out of her clothes and slipped between the crisp sheets for the last time. She laid there, wondering about the place she had stumbled across in her midnight journey and made a note to return there later tonight as she closed her eyes and the nightmares were quick to greet her in sleep.
A Wrong Turn
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A Wrong Turn
"How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable. So condescending unnecessarily critical. I have the tendency of getting very physical. So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle."
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She rolled over in bed and pulled the covers tighter around her naked form, groaning as she heard the couple next door fighting again. Cheyenne tossed and turned for about fifteen more minutes before throwing the covers offa her and cussing like a sailor as she climbed out of bed. "Goddamn, sonofabeech. Can't people wait until other people are up and around before they start their tempermental bleeping bickering." Shaking her head, Cheyenne banged on the neighboring wall and went to the chest of drawers in her Inn room, pausing to admire her body in the mirror. Her hands ran the length of her torso and the curve of her breasts, she huffed at the reflection, throwing her shirt from last night over the mirror and sifted through the drawer to find clothing for the day. She picked out a black tight tshirt with silver glittery words, "Bite me" on it and a black fitting tank top, black lace bra and the likes for panties and her usual array of leather pants, quickly dressing and running a brush through tussled blonde hair. Pulling about three different bags from the tiny closet she threw the rest of her belongings in there, hiked em over her shoulder and she snatched her keys up after pulling on the black cotton socks and lacing and putting on her steel toed boots and slammed the door on her way out. "Good bleepin riddance to the lot of ya!"
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Mike had returned her message quickly, imagine the irony in that and she was on her way by midday to go and look at the house she hoped would be hers before the end of the day. She followed the directions precisely to the measure, for Cheyenne knew every twist and turn in Rhydin and leaned against the railing to the porch to wait for the woman.
The woman was scurrying up the walkway and talking to herself when she reached the porch where Cheyenne was, calmly re-arranging herself as she spoke, but when she looked up to see Cheyenne she was none to pleased. Muttering under her breath. "A freekin vagabond, just great." She shook her head as she climbed the porch stairs. "Lady Fordyce I presume?"
"Yep, that'd be me." Cheyenne didn't need to see the woman's look of disgust, she'd heard it enough times in her life within her voice that she knew the woman was disappointed. "Don't mean to disappoint you lady, but if you were hoping for a proper lady of Rhydin, I'm not ya gal, but I am interested in buying this here house, so how's about we not stand here with these underlying undertones in ya voice and talk business. Afterall, I am a business sort of gal." Cheyenne turned on her heel and regarded the woman with cool pale blue eyes, thumbs hooked in the center two belt loops on her skin tight leather pants.
The woman was clearly abhorred by Cheyenne's appearance, language and lack of manners, it took everything in the woman not to turn and leave this abomination standing on the porch of the house, but alas she did have a quota to meet and she offered a curt nod. "You're quite right Lady Fordyce, let me show you the inside of the house." Little did that little abomination know, Elaine planned on hiking the price and almost tripling it if Cheyenne showed any interest whatsoever in the house and as she pulled the keys from the ring, she rubbed her greedy little hands together as she held the door open for the woman.
The two women circled eachother in the house as Cheyenne looked through the house, nearly elated as she twirled in the foyer of the house. The woman had said not a word to one another after they had entered the house and it fit Cheyenne just right as she stopped and crossed her arms over her chest, leveling her gaze with Elaine's and said three simple words. "I'll take it."
Elaine looked horrified, it was a brand new house, had never had previous owners and was considered in an exclusive spot in Rhydin, but Elaine never let on as she smirked and looked at Cheyenne, and quoted her the price, crossing her own arms across her much smaller, less defined chest. Elaine figured she had stated a sum much to imperile for the likes of someone like Cheyenne and waited for that look of defeat to overcome her features.
Cheyenne merely smirked as she scuffed at the shiny tile of the floor and sighed as she looked down, that almost defeated attitude and then she glanced up to Elaine and nodded, though knowing she was paying far more than the house was listed for, she wanted it and it would be hers. "And ya point, I said I'd take it, gimme a second and I'll grab the money." Cheyenne disappeared out the door and rummaged somewhere out there where she had previously hidden a substantial amount of money on the property and dropped the money at the woman's feet with a smug look on her face. She extended her hand to wait for the keys.
Elaine's gloating had been cut short when the woman said she'd be right back with the money and all Elaine could think was that she was going to cut bait and run, never in a million years did she think she would come back and drop it at her feet, her jaw dropped as she heard the gold drop at her feet and she looked at Cheyenne and swallowed hard, placing the keys in the palm of her hand. She stammered her words out as she scooped up the money, something telling her that she should just take it and go without anymore questions. "Than...Thank you Miss er um Lady Fordyce, en...enjoy your new home." And Elaine was gone quicker than quicksilver, something with that woman did not set right with her, the door softly shutting behind her.
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Mike had returned her message quickly, imagine the irony in that and she was on her way by midday to go and look at the house she hoped would be hers before the end of the day. She followed the directions precisely to the measure, for Cheyenne knew every twist and turn in Rhydin and leaned against the railing to the porch to wait for the woman.
The woman was scurrying up the walkway and talking to herself when she reached the porch where Cheyenne was, calmly re-arranging herself as she spoke, but when she looked up to see Cheyenne she was none to pleased. Muttering under her breath. "A freekin vagabond, just great." She shook her head as she climbed the porch stairs. "Lady Fordyce I presume?"
"Yep, that'd be me." Cheyenne didn't need to see the woman's look of disgust, she'd heard it enough times in her life within her voice that she knew the woman was disappointed. "Don't mean to disappoint you lady, but if you were hoping for a proper lady of Rhydin, I'm not ya gal, but I am interested in buying this here house, so how's about we not stand here with these underlying undertones in ya voice and talk business. Afterall, I am a business sort of gal." Cheyenne turned on her heel and regarded the woman with cool pale blue eyes, thumbs hooked in the center two belt loops on her skin tight leather pants.
The woman was clearly abhorred by Cheyenne's appearance, language and lack of manners, it took everything in the woman not to turn and leave this abomination standing on the porch of the house, but alas she did have a quota to meet and she offered a curt nod. "You're quite right Lady Fordyce, let me show you the inside of the house." Little did that little abomination know, Elaine planned on hiking the price and almost tripling it if Cheyenne showed any interest whatsoever in the house and as she pulled the keys from the ring, she rubbed her greedy little hands together as she held the door open for the woman.
The two women circled eachother in the house as Cheyenne looked through the house, nearly elated as she twirled in the foyer of the house. The woman had said not a word to one another after they had entered the house and it fit Cheyenne just right as she stopped and crossed her arms over her chest, leveling her gaze with Elaine's and said three simple words. "I'll take it."
Elaine looked horrified, it was a brand new house, had never had previous owners and was considered in an exclusive spot in Rhydin, but Elaine never let on as she smirked and looked at Cheyenne, and quoted her the price, crossing her own arms across her much smaller, less defined chest. Elaine figured she had stated a sum much to imperile for the likes of someone like Cheyenne and waited for that look of defeat to overcome her features.
Cheyenne merely smirked as she scuffed at the shiny tile of the floor and sighed as she looked down, that almost defeated attitude and then she glanced up to Elaine and nodded, though knowing she was paying far more than the house was listed for, she wanted it and it would be hers. "And ya point, I said I'd take it, gimme a second and I'll grab the money." Cheyenne disappeared out the door and rummaged somewhere out there where she had previously hidden a substantial amount of money on the property and dropped the money at the woman's feet with a smug look on her face. She extended her hand to wait for the keys.
Elaine's gloating had been cut short when the woman said she'd be right back with the money and all Elaine could think was that she was going to cut bait and run, never in a million years did she think she would come back and drop it at her feet, her jaw dropped as she heard the gold drop at her feet and she looked at Cheyenne and swallowed hard, placing the keys in the palm of her hand. She stammered her words out as she scooped up the money, something telling her that she should just take it and go without anymore questions. "Than...Thank you Miss er um Lady Fordyce, en...enjoy your new home." And Elaine was gone quicker than quicksilver, something with that woman did not set right with her, the door softly shutting behind her.
"How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable. So condescending unnecessarily critical. I have the tendency of getting very physical. So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle."
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The next night...
Cheyenne just had to come back to the Arena, the talk about Wards that healed you when you got out had caught her curiousity and the people there seemed to be of a different sort than those she had known of all her life...those that had brought her her living up until recently, of course she had to return...and return she did. So donned in her normal skin tight black leather pants, three chains around her waist, a different black lacy spaghetti strapped bra, black tank top and black tshirt with the red glittery words "Bite Me" on it she made her way down the stairs, to the bar in search of a bottle of brandy and a fight.
He'd caught her by surprise answering her call for a fight and of course she had accepted, thinking nothing of it or the fact that the caller, Max had previously announced it was "Saturday Night Strip Dueling." And of course, Cheyenne being somewhat gullible and naive thought he was just merely full of it and into the ring she went, and of course, not knowing what the hell she was doing was off to a horrible start, down two and a half points and techinically supposed to be down three pieces of clothing but so far she had managed to break the rules until he decided to speak up...
"Hey Max.....You neglecting your own rules?"
And as he spoke she took the advantage and stepped off to the left and then swerved thattaway and sliced into his torso to score a point and in turn demanded a piece of his clothing in good fun to the game, hardly thinking the man would actually have shedded a piece of his clothing, she offered him a sly grin as she spoke. "I believe you owe him" a nod over her shoulder towards the caller "a piece of your clothing." And imagine the surprise when she watched his jacket fall to the ground outside of the ring, Cheyenne blinked in surprise, but what would surprise Cheyenne even more was his reply to her jesting statement that had begun the whole charade.
"You owe me two pieces....Well...three actually."
Well, fair was fair right? Cheyenne removed her trench coat and her "Bite Me" t-shirt, tossing them outside the ring. And there went another piece of clothing, but in this she got smart and began to remove the chains, one by one of course until Max had to pipe in his two cents.
"Hey hey, all the chains count as one."
Another groan as she slipped the last of the chains off and had to think a minute or two, standing there in her tank top and smirked and deftly removed her bra tossing it on top of the clothing, yet still would be showing nothing as she moved to the next round. A movement caught her eye just oustide the ring as she watched Max snatch up her bra! She huffed and threw a fit, knowing there was not much that she could do while in a fight to get her bra back and shook her head at the perverted caller, though the newest caller had hit a nerve in her with her would be snide comment.
"Who wears lace bras to duel in? Sports bras. Sheesh. If you're going to whore up my rings at least be practical."
Cheyenne decided to simply ignore it, though her opponent did not...boy was he full of surprises and this as well surprised Cheyenne beyond belief.
"She might have plans later?"
Cheyenne just had to come back to the Arena, the talk about Wards that healed you when you got out had caught her curiousity and the people there seemed to be of a different sort than those she had known of all her life...those that had brought her her living up until recently, of course she had to return...and return she did. So donned in her normal skin tight black leather pants, three chains around her waist, a different black lacy spaghetti strapped bra, black tank top and black tshirt with the red glittery words "Bite Me" on it she made her way down the stairs, to the bar in search of a bottle of brandy and a fight.
He'd caught her by surprise answering her call for a fight and of course she had accepted, thinking nothing of it or the fact that the caller, Max had previously announced it was "Saturday Night Strip Dueling." And of course, Cheyenne being somewhat gullible and naive thought he was just merely full of it and into the ring she went, and of course, not knowing what the hell she was doing was off to a horrible start, down two and a half points and techinically supposed to be down three pieces of clothing but so far she had managed to break the rules until he decided to speak up...
"Hey Max.....You neglecting your own rules?"
And as he spoke she took the advantage and stepped off to the left and then swerved thattaway and sliced into his torso to score a point and in turn demanded a piece of his clothing in good fun to the game, hardly thinking the man would actually have shedded a piece of his clothing, she offered him a sly grin as she spoke. "I believe you owe him" a nod over her shoulder towards the caller "a piece of your clothing." And imagine the surprise when she watched his jacket fall to the ground outside of the ring, Cheyenne blinked in surprise, but what would surprise Cheyenne even more was his reply to her jesting statement that had begun the whole charade.
"You owe me two pieces....Well...three actually."
Well, fair was fair right? Cheyenne removed her trench coat and her "Bite Me" t-shirt, tossing them outside the ring. And there went another piece of clothing, but in this she got smart and began to remove the chains, one by one of course until Max had to pipe in his two cents.
"Hey hey, all the chains count as one."
Another groan as she slipped the last of the chains off and had to think a minute or two, standing there in her tank top and smirked and deftly removed her bra tossing it on top of the clothing, yet still would be showing nothing as she moved to the next round. A movement caught her eye just oustide the ring as she watched Max snatch up her bra! She huffed and threw a fit, knowing there was not much that she could do while in a fight to get her bra back and shook her head at the perverted caller, though the newest caller had hit a nerve in her with her would be snide comment.
"Who wears lace bras to duel in? Sports bras. Sheesh. If you're going to whore up my rings at least be practical."
Cheyenne decided to simply ignore it, though her opponent did not...boy was he full of surprises and this as well surprised Cheyenne beyond belief.
"She might have plans later?"
"How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable. So condescending unnecessarily critical. I have the tendency of getting very physical. So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle."
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Her mind wandered for the rest of the fight and when he lost his shirt, she chanced a few shameless glances at his defined chest and stomach, biting her tongue and trying to focus on the fight, but that little phrase, that little defense caught Cheyenne off guard. He didn't even know her, knew nothing of the startling incidents of her past and the scandals that she had been involved in, and if he had known that she was nothing a street raised Rogue amongst other things, he did not let on as their fight ended and he offered to buy her a drink. Cheyenne looked between the bottle of brandy and the man and simply stated, though a little distraught that she had opted for a bottle of brandy as soon as she had arrived. "I've already got a drink, but company would be nice." She was quite surprised at the man's boldness as he took the empty stool next to her and she opted to scoot her own stool a few inches to the right, putting a decent amount of distance between them.
She asked about a few things and more importantly asked if there were anymore callers such as the likes of Max and was greatful to find out that he was the only bra collector in these parts. She thought of a few ways she might could make it past his shifts and the man continued to surprise her and make the Rogue feel quite uncomfortable, both in a good way and a bad way as they spoke at the same, were thinking the same thing and the likes. She shuddered with the odd, yet somewhat pleasurable shivers that were coursing through her body. Very few people ever made the Rogue feel umcomfortable in a bad or a good way, but this man had done that and more in the span of a fight and ten minutes of talking and she didn't even know his name! His hand took hers within his and the grasp was a regular handshake and firm as the introductions were made, but the stirring in the pit of her stomach almost made her ill and she was quite thankful when she was called to her next fight. She had to get away from him, she had to breathe had to...clear the fog that he had filled her mind with.
The duel though a break that was much needed was rather shortlived and then she immediately searched for another, she needed more time away from him, her focus was not there in her last fight and that didn't settle well with the Rogue. There was very little that shook or surprised the Rogue to immense measures to cloud her mind from her street knowledge but this man had. It was a rather slow night and there were few to choose from to practice on, but then that voice spoke again.
"Care for another duel Chey?"
She blinked at him, an odd light in her eyes at his choice of name for her and a slow nod and there was only one word she could offer him, "Yeah." Into the ring she went, her emotions flitting for a few minutes before she made a weak attempt to change the subject and started to mourn over the loss of her favorite bra. Her mind was racing back and forth thinking things that even confused the Rogue, there were only three people in her life that had ever called her "Chey" and two of those three people were dead and the other only counted because she had known him since she was a package on someone's doorstep. His playful innuendos in the ring caught her offguard and she could only laugh and act as if it did nothing but surprise her, the innocence that Chey held as a secret inside her threatening to burst out as she watched him. Regardless, she lost horribly, but she was quickly realizing that she might have lost more than just the fight and out she went and back in with another, weirder guy. She shook her head and faught the guy and lost to him too. Oh the agony for the poor Rogue. It wasn't long before the caller announced the closure of her rings for the night and Cheyenne wanted another go at it and found herself in the right with Max, the bra stealer! Cocky he was but Cheyenne managed to win one and was elated as she bounded from the ring and to the counter to her waiting bottle of brandy.
She asked about a few things and more importantly asked if there were anymore callers such as the likes of Max and was greatful to find out that he was the only bra collector in these parts. She thought of a few ways she might could make it past his shifts and the man continued to surprise her and make the Rogue feel quite uncomfortable, both in a good way and a bad way as they spoke at the same, were thinking the same thing and the likes. She shuddered with the odd, yet somewhat pleasurable shivers that were coursing through her body. Very few people ever made the Rogue feel umcomfortable in a bad or a good way, but this man had done that and more in the span of a fight and ten minutes of talking and she didn't even know his name! His hand took hers within his and the grasp was a regular handshake and firm as the introductions were made, but the stirring in the pit of her stomach almost made her ill and she was quite thankful when she was called to her next fight. She had to get away from him, she had to breathe had to...clear the fog that he had filled her mind with.
The duel though a break that was much needed was rather shortlived and then she immediately searched for another, she needed more time away from him, her focus was not there in her last fight and that didn't settle well with the Rogue. There was very little that shook or surprised the Rogue to immense measures to cloud her mind from her street knowledge but this man had. It was a rather slow night and there were few to choose from to practice on, but then that voice spoke again.
"Care for another duel Chey?"
She blinked at him, an odd light in her eyes at his choice of name for her and a slow nod and there was only one word she could offer him, "Yeah." Into the ring she went, her emotions flitting for a few minutes before she made a weak attempt to change the subject and started to mourn over the loss of her favorite bra. Her mind was racing back and forth thinking things that even confused the Rogue, there were only three people in her life that had ever called her "Chey" and two of those three people were dead and the other only counted because she had known him since she was a package on someone's doorstep. His playful innuendos in the ring caught her offguard and she could only laugh and act as if it did nothing but surprise her, the innocence that Chey held as a secret inside her threatening to burst out as she watched him. Regardless, she lost horribly, but she was quickly realizing that she might have lost more than just the fight and out she went and back in with another, weirder guy. She shook her head and faught the guy and lost to him too. Oh the agony for the poor Rogue. It wasn't long before the caller announced the closure of her rings for the night and Cheyenne wanted another go at it and found herself in the right with Max, the bra stealer! Cocky he was but Cheyenne managed to win one and was elated as she bounded from the ring and to the counter to her waiting bottle of brandy.
"How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable. So condescending unnecessarily critical. I have the tendency of getting very physical. So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle."
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Her keen hearing she had adapted to in her years on the streets allowed her knowledge of whatever was going on around her, but he had caught her attention. There was something that had drawn her to him aside from the comment that he had made, something that had intrigued her about him. The Arena had all but emptied out after the caller had shut down her rings for the night and she found herself there, alone with him. The street smart part of the woman told her it was time to go, but the curiousity of the Rogue caused her to stay...and so stay she had, well into the early hours of the morning they sat and talked in the vacated Arena, well aware that it was only the two of them there. They had started to talk of this and that and Cheyenne found herself allowing herself to open up to him, to begin to tell him about her...something this Rogue never did with anyone. She'd not told him much at all, but it was more than she should have and she knew it, she stopped herself, intent on changing the subject.
"But anyways." She'd moved off to a vacated area of the Arena to look at something and to think, she had wanted to thank him for what he had done for her earlier, but Cheyenne was not one to thank anybody...for anything. She'd been alone all her life, despite the fact of the two that had adopted her, she'd still felt alone but she found herself drawn to thank him...a rarity for sure for the Rogue. "Thank you Artemus for earlier. You did not have to stick up for me." He'd answered with a nonchalant wave of his own hand, dismissing it, seemingly it was just business for him...a shame she thought and shrugged it off inside herself as more probing questions pressed at her mind, like why he felt that he needed to defend her after only knowing her for a span of twenty minutes.
Feeling quite uncomfortable, yet more comfortable than she had in a long time, she turned the conversation and watched him as she leaned against the wall and listened to him talk of his brother and why he was here alone, at this hour instead of at home. He had told her that his brother's love had been kidnapped and he was waiting for their return, she nodded. The way he had had talked of the pair, had brought Cheyenne to talk of the bonds of love and such, and in that divulging more of herself than she should have once again. Silently the Rogue damned herself and her quick tongue and so she did what she did best..."Do you not think you might be in the slightest of dangers Artemus?"
He sighed deeply, "Danger is an old lover...I have been with her many times.....she is no stranger to me.....If and when danger comes..I can only stand firm, hold to my beliefs and face it with everything that I am...."
The Rogue watched him, noting that he was not going to make this easy for her, "Perhaps she is an old lover, but yet you keep company with a woman you've only met this evening and know little to nothing about. Within the confines of these walls, and only two of us within them there would be no one to know of anything if danger were to be lurking here."
"The shadows will alert me to any danger...I have lived among them for may years..."
"And I have lived among them all my life Artemus."And again the Rogue found herself backed in a corner and tried to quickly weave a clear path, changing the subject again to that of a colder nature that she was accustomed to.
The two bantered and chatted back and forth for another hour or so and he did not stop with his persistence to befriend the lone Rogue and she had let her guard down slightly, she flirted with him, as was a Rogue's nature. She'd done it countless times with a number of men in her life, it was busniess to her, harmless, but this...this was different, almost like the many childhood tales of love and fantasy that her mother told her when she was young. Cheyenne suddenly felt like she had been caught in the middle of one of these such tales and her theory was most proved when she felt his arms slide around her waist, his lips pressing against hers. He took her breath away and Cheyenne didn't know whether to reciprocate his tenderness or pull away, but she soon found that she returned his kiss and was left quite breathless when it was over. She was at a loss for words, he spoke only two before he had made his way towards the stairs.
"I'm.....sorry."
"But anyways." She'd moved off to a vacated area of the Arena to look at something and to think, she had wanted to thank him for what he had done for her earlier, but Cheyenne was not one to thank anybody...for anything. She'd been alone all her life, despite the fact of the two that had adopted her, she'd still felt alone but she found herself drawn to thank him...a rarity for sure for the Rogue. "Thank you Artemus for earlier. You did not have to stick up for me." He'd answered with a nonchalant wave of his own hand, dismissing it, seemingly it was just business for him...a shame she thought and shrugged it off inside herself as more probing questions pressed at her mind, like why he felt that he needed to defend her after only knowing her for a span of twenty minutes.
Feeling quite uncomfortable, yet more comfortable than she had in a long time, she turned the conversation and watched him as she leaned against the wall and listened to him talk of his brother and why he was here alone, at this hour instead of at home. He had told her that his brother's love had been kidnapped and he was waiting for their return, she nodded. The way he had had talked of the pair, had brought Cheyenne to talk of the bonds of love and such, and in that divulging more of herself than she should have once again. Silently the Rogue damned herself and her quick tongue and so she did what she did best..."Do you not think you might be in the slightest of dangers Artemus?"
He sighed deeply, "Danger is an old lover...I have been with her many times.....she is no stranger to me.....If and when danger comes..I can only stand firm, hold to my beliefs and face it with everything that I am...."
The Rogue watched him, noting that he was not going to make this easy for her, "Perhaps she is an old lover, but yet you keep company with a woman you've only met this evening and know little to nothing about. Within the confines of these walls, and only two of us within them there would be no one to know of anything if danger were to be lurking here."
"The shadows will alert me to any danger...I have lived among them for may years..."
"And I have lived among them all my life Artemus."And again the Rogue found herself backed in a corner and tried to quickly weave a clear path, changing the subject again to that of a colder nature that she was accustomed to.
The two bantered and chatted back and forth for another hour or so and he did not stop with his persistence to befriend the lone Rogue and she had let her guard down slightly, she flirted with him, as was a Rogue's nature. She'd done it countless times with a number of men in her life, it was busniess to her, harmless, but this...this was different, almost like the many childhood tales of love and fantasy that her mother told her when she was young. Cheyenne suddenly felt like she had been caught in the middle of one of these such tales and her theory was most proved when she felt his arms slide around her waist, his lips pressing against hers. He took her breath away and Cheyenne didn't know whether to reciprocate his tenderness or pull away, but she soon found that she returned his kiss and was left quite breathless when it was over. She was at a loss for words, he spoke only two before he had made his way towards the stairs.
"I'm.....sorry."
"How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable. So condescending unnecessarily critical. I have the tendency of getting very physical. So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle."
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Cheyenne Fordyce
- Adventurer
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- Location: Here and there, everywhere. Resides in Fordyce Manor at the outskirts of Rhydin.
The next night...
She had gotten directions from a street dweller to the Annex and had to push her way inside due to the crowd, she shook her head and made quickly for the bar. Her mind had been working on over-drive since meeting Artemus. She could not deny that the man had stirred something deep inside her that actually made the Rogue fear what would happen next, and fear was not something that she was accustomed to. She would be twenty-three next month and she had never lived a day in fear, or feared anything in all those years, she'd been raised not to fear...been raised in cold blood. She shook her head and leaned over to grab a beer. Tonight, she needed something more stout than the gentle brandy she'd been drinking lately, cracking the top on the beer she surrrendered to her thoughts again.
Alone, it was how she'd been raised. Taught that all that mattered was that she came out on top...either that or didn't get caught. Fearless, they'd taught her never to fear anything, not even death itself. She had been taught not not to care who she hurt in her life, had been taught not to feel the emotions of those of Society. Her parents had raised her as a Rogue and a Street Dweller of Rhydin, had taught her proper etiquette so that she could survive. Cheyenne was a chameleon of sorts, she could adapt to any environment and play any role that was needed for a job. Hell Chey wasn't even sure her parents even loved her the way they raised her it seemed all business to them. Another shake of her head and a long draw from the beer in hand, pale blues didn't even move around as she stated, "Fight yah that's what I need. So who wants to beat up on me tonight before this tournament thing that I'm going to get my ass kicked in?" She'd been so absorbed with her thinking that she hadn't even seen him enter, hadn't even been aware to his presence as the man answered her.
"I will, woman."
She slid off the stool when the caller called and headed off towards the ring, the scent of jasmine and vanilla strong in her path, she stole a glance to the door when she entered the ring, thinking that mebbe she had gotten the time wrong. She'd had no idea he was already at the bar.
"You smell like a whore."
His words snapped her from her reverie as she slyly smirked towards him, it was the second time she'd heard her name in reference with that word. "Don't even start with me asshole."
"Very articulate."
"And you smell like a drunken ashtray, what of it?" She shrugged, damn her luck all she had wanted to do was get a fight in before the Talon, see the man that had flipped her world upside down in a single night and get her ass kicked in the Talon and here this smelly man was antagonizing her.
"Touche."
"Dimitri, care to duel?"
She wasn't even really paying attention, she knew that the smelly man had drawn his weapon, but Cheyenne's thoughts were elsewhere, but in a blink of an eye, two daggers glinted in her hands as she swayed to the left and sliced deeply into the man's side, the blades hissing as they slid with ease through the flesh, and she stumbled at the voice. "Artemus?" There was no reply to her inquiry as she reversed the angle of the daggers and sliced at air, which forced the Rogue to focus her attentions on the man in the ring with her with a grunt but it wasn't forced quick enough as Chey felt the all to familiar cut of a blade into her side, causing her to reel back and cuss. "Asshole." The two bickered and bantered and Chey was losing quite badly, at 4-1 the Smelly man, she heard the haunting voice again.
"Come on Chey...Focus....."
But it was much to late for Chey to focus as she felt the fifth cut from the man and grunted, daggers disappearing she made a beeline for the bar in search of the owner to the voice and was quite un-nerved when she did not see him. She shook her head blinking in befuddled confusion, he'd been there, she had been sure of it. They'd agreed to meet here tonight, she looked around quickly again, thinking that mebbe she'd missed him in the quickly growing crowd, but he was not there. She'd been so absorbed in looking for Artemus that she hadn't paid much attention to the shadow at her side until it spoke.
"Miss Cheyenne?"
"I beg your pardon?" She watched the shadow with interest as it's gravelly voice spoke to her again, extending a piece of parchment towards her.
"From Artemus."
She was quite upset at the fact that he had given her his word that he would be here, though she'd no clue why she was so upset, they had only just met, but never the less Chey took the message from the shadow and stopped, lifting pale blue eyes to seek out the shadow, wariness and unsureness and her Rogue raising now coming into play. How had this shadow known her name and the name of Artemus, how had the shadow known that she was waiting for Artemus. "And who are you? That you would bring me a message from Artemus." Chey was quite skeptical now as she waited for an answer.
"I am Sylus."
Chey gasped as the name struck recognition inside her and with a slight hint of a smile, she opened the message and let her eyes wander over the penmanship. Pale blues took on a dreamy sort of state as she took the beer and moseyed over to where she got word that the tournament was to take place.
She had gotten directions from a street dweller to the Annex and had to push her way inside due to the crowd, she shook her head and made quickly for the bar. Her mind had been working on over-drive since meeting Artemus. She could not deny that the man had stirred something deep inside her that actually made the Rogue fear what would happen next, and fear was not something that she was accustomed to. She would be twenty-three next month and she had never lived a day in fear, or feared anything in all those years, she'd been raised not to fear...been raised in cold blood. She shook her head and leaned over to grab a beer. Tonight, she needed something more stout than the gentle brandy she'd been drinking lately, cracking the top on the beer she surrrendered to her thoughts again.
Alone, it was how she'd been raised. Taught that all that mattered was that she came out on top...either that or didn't get caught. Fearless, they'd taught her never to fear anything, not even death itself. She had been taught not not to care who she hurt in her life, had been taught not to feel the emotions of those of Society. Her parents had raised her as a Rogue and a Street Dweller of Rhydin, had taught her proper etiquette so that she could survive. Cheyenne was a chameleon of sorts, she could adapt to any environment and play any role that was needed for a job. Hell Chey wasn't even sure her parents even loved her the way they raised her it seemed all business to them. Another shake of her head and a long draw from the beer in hand, pale blues didn't even move around as she stated, "Fight yah that's what I need. So who wants to beat up on me tonight before this tournament thing that I'm going to get my ass kicked in?" She'd been so absorbed with her thinking that she hadn't even seen him enter, hadn't even been aware to his presence as the man answered her.
"I will, woman."
She slid off the stool when the caller called and headed off towards the ring, the scent of jasmine and vanilla strong in her path, she stole a glance to the door when she entered the ring, thinking that mebbe she had gotten the time wrong. She'd had no idea he was already at the bar.
"You smell like a whore."
His words snapped her from her reverie as she slyly smirked towards him, it was the second time she'd heard her name in reference with that word. "Don't even start with me asshole."
"Very articulate."
"And you smell like a drunken ashtray, what of it?" She shrugged, damn her luck all she had wanted to do was get a fight in before the Talon, see the man that had flipped her world upside down in a single night and get her ass kicked in the Talon and here this smelly man was antagonizing her.
"Touche."
"Dimitri, care to duel?"
She wasn't even really paying attention, she knew that the smelly man had drawn his weapon, but Cheyenne's thoughts were elsewhere, but in a blink of an eye, two daggers glinted in her hands as she swayed to the left and sliced deeply into the man's side, the blades hissing as they slid with ease through the flesh, and she stumbled at the voice. "Artemus?" There was no reply to her inquiry as she reversed the angle of the daggers and sliced at air, which forced the Rogue to focus her attentions on the man in the ring with her with a grunt but it wasn't forced quick enough as Chey felt the all to familiar cut of a blade into her side, causing her to reel back and cuss. "Asshole." The two bickered and bantered and Chey was losing quite badly, at 4-1 the Smelly man, she heard the haunting voice again.
"Come on Chey...Focus....."
But it was much to late for Chey to focus as she felt the fifth cut from the man and grunted, daggers disappearing she made a beeline for the bar in search of the owner to the voice and was quite un-nerved when she did not see him. She shook her head blinking in befuddled confusion, he'd been there, she had been sure of it. They'd agreed to meet here tonight, she looked around quickly again, thinking that mebbe she'd missed him in the quickly growing crowd, but he was not there. She'd been so absorbed in looking for Artemus that she hadn't paid much attention to the shadow at her side until it spoke.
"Miss Cheyenne?"
"I beg your pardon?" She watched the shadow with interest as it's gravelly voice spoke to her again, extending a piece of parchment towards her.
"From Artemus."
She was quite upset at the fact that he had given her his word that he would be here, though she'd no clue why she was so upset, they had only just met, but never the less Chey took the message from the shadow and stopped, lifting pale blue eyes to seek out the shadow, wariness and unsureness and her Rogue raising now coming into play. How had this shadow known her name and the name of Artemus, how had the shadow known that she was waiting for Artemus. "And who are you? That you would bring me a message from Artemus." Chey was quite skeptical now as she waited for an answer.
"I am Sylus."
Chey gasped as the name struck recognition inside her and with a slight hint of a smile, she opened the message and let her eyes wander over the penmanship. Pale blues took on a dreamy sort of state as she took the beer and moseyed over to where she got word that the tournament was to take place.
"How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable. So condescending unnecessarily critical. I have the tendency of getting very physical. So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle."
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Cheyenne Fordyce
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- Joined: Thu Mar 03, 2005 5:54 pm
- Location: Here and there, everywhere. Resides in Fordyce Manor at the outskirts of Rhydin.
Later that night...
She'd competed in the Talon and was dropped as quick as she'd entered, though it didn't even bother Chey, she'd known she hadn't stood a chance in the Talon, but it was alotta fun for her and that was all that had mattered. Though it hadn't helped that her thoughts were elsewhere while she was trying to fight and attain some ground in the ring but that was just not happening. Her mind wasn't where it should be and she was obviously lacking the proper sword etiquette needed here in these parts. She left the ring and slumped against the bar, eyes darting towards the door every now and again as she proceeded to cheer Sylus on in the Talon tournament and waited.
The hours passed and the tournament progressed, there were only men left now and she laughed at the irony of that. She'd still not seen any sight of Artemus, her heart sank but yet the Rogue didn't understand what she was feeling and why it hurt when she reached for her third beer of the night. Chey was content for the moment just listening to the conversations around her, she'd come to know if you just listened, you learned a lot more than going about asking questions when you were new to these parts.
She watched the fights, continuing to cheer for Sylus as she nursed her beer, stealing glances to the door and sighing when she saw no sign of him. Another hour or so passed and it emerged with Sylus becomming the new Talon thingie and she cheered but it seemed her heart was not all there as she noted the time with a distraught sigh. There was trouble brewing as the Rogue sat back and watched the sights unfold in front of her, content on not getting involved just yet. Before she ever got involved with anything that did not directly involve her or anybody she was fond of, she had to know all the details, of course that was a Rogue, afterall. It was getting even deeper now as she heard the slight raisings of voices and Chey slipped out quietly and headed over towards the Annex to wait for him, so with her fifth beer in her hand, she headed up the stairs and through the door, mebbe it would be quieter there she thought...
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Her head was slightly lowered, beer in hand as she sauntered through the door and headed towards the bar, the scent of jasmine and vanilla left in her wake as she ran a hand through her tousled blonde hair. Cheyenne didn't even realize how dead the Annex was until she slipped onto the stool and groaned slightly letting pale blues look around and grunted at the man, almost daring him to start with his smart mouth again.
"Well, well."
"Well what ya ::bleep::ing asshole?" She drank from the beer and withdrew something from the left pocket of her leather pants and unfolded it with care and didn't even grace him with a look as she re-read the words on the parchment.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
She didn't even look up, her face quite expressionless as she spoke. "My mother is dead ya asshole so it wouldn't matter, now would it?"
"No, I guess it wouldn't. It would be difficult to kiss her through six feet of dirt and a casket, I suppose."
Rolls her eyes, still holding the parchment in one hand and the beer in the other, "Do you really enjoy being an asshole or do you get paid well for the job?" She silently damned herself again for letting him antagonize her, yet she was grateful for the slight distraction from her thoughts as she bickered and bantered with him for a few more minutes, each to their own as they threw insults back and forth.
"You know, you might be attractive if you didn't have something smartassed to say to everything that happens around you."
"Like it matters much to you. Do you think I care if you find me attractive or not? Hardly."
"What if I find ye attractive?"
Cheyenne hadn't even paid much attention to the new addition to the small crowed and with grace of course she fell offa her stool, beer saved in one hand the parchment in the opposite. "I beg ya pardon Miss?"
With a grin, the woman answered. "Nothin'."
Thank goodness it was shortlived as she quickly learned the woman was the Overlord here, in other words, the head honcho. She started flailing and squealing looking to break the current conversation and perhaps break the gloom that laid heavy on her. "I want my damn bra back ya thief!"
-----An hour or so later-----
They'd all left her and she looked at the time, silently telling herself one more hour and she was going to go home. Nursing her fifth beer of the night, she turned her back to the door and put her head in her hands. When a voice caused her to sit straighter on the stool, but she did not turn.
"Chey?" A brief pause. "Cheyenne?"
This time she knew she was not hearing things as she turned slowly to face him. Her heart was beating quicker in her chest as she watched him approach her...it was late, very much later than they had agreed upon, but he'd come...and this is all that was going through her mind as she watched him.
She'd competed in the Talon and was dropped as quick as she'd entered, though it didn't even bother Chey, she'd known she hadn't stood a chance in the Talon, but it was alotta fun for her and that was all that had mattered. Though it hadn't helped that her thoughts were elsewhere while she was trying to fight and attain some ground in the ring but that was just not happening. Her mind wasn't where it should be and she was obviously lacking the proper sword etiquette needed here in these parts. She left the ring and slumped against the bar, eyes darting towards the door every now and again as she proceeded to cheer Sylus on in the Talon tournament and waited.
The hours passed and the tournament progressed, there were only men left now and she laughed at the irony of that. She'd still not seen any sight of Artemus, her heart sank but yet the Rogue didn't understand what she was feeling and why it hurt when she reached for her third beer of the night. Chey was content for the moment just listening to the conversations around her, she'd come to know if you just listened, you learned a lot more than going about asking questions when you were new to these parts.
She watched the fights, continuing to cheer for Sylus as she nursed her beer, stealing glances to the door and sighing when she saw no sign of him. Another hour or so passed and it emerged with Sylus becomming the new Talon thingie and she cheered but it seemed her heart was not all there as she noted the time with a distraught sigh. There was trouble brewing as the Rogue sat back and watched the sights unfold in front of her, content on not getting involved just yet. Before she ever got involved with anything that did not directly involve her or anybody she was fond of, she had to know all the details, of course that was a Rogue, afterall. It was getting even deeper now as she heard the slight raisings of voices and Chey slipped out quietly and headed over towards the Annex to wait for him, so with her fifth beer in her hand, she headed up the stairs and through the door, mebbe it would be quieter there she thought...
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Her head was slightly lowered, beer in hand as she sauntered through the door and headed towards the bar, the scent of jasmine and vanilla left in her wake as she ran a hand through her tousled blonde hair. Cheyenne didn't even realize how dead the Annex was until she slipped onto the stool and groaned slightly letting pale blues look around and grunted at the man, almost daring him to start with his smart mouth again.
"Well, well."
"Well what ya ::bleep::ing asshole?" She drank from the beer and withdrew something from the left pocket of her leather pants and unfolded it with care and didn't even grace him with a look as she re-read the words on the parchment.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
She didn't even look up, her face quite expressionless as she spoke. "My mother is dead ya asshole so it wouldn't matter, now would it?"
"No, I guess it wouldn't. It would be difficult to kiss her through six feet of dirt and a casket, I suppose."
Rolls her eyes, still holding the parchment in one hand and the beer in the other, "Do you really enjoy being an asshole or do you get paid well for the job?" She silently damned herself again for letting him antagonize her, yet she was grateful for the slight distraction from her thoughts as she bickered and bantered with him for a few more minutes, each to their own as they threw insults back and forth.
"You know, you might be attractive if you didn't have something smartassed to say to everything that happens around you."
"Like it matters much to you. Do you think I care if you find me attractive or not? Hardly."
"What if I find ye attractive?"
Cheyenne hadn't even paid much attention to the new addition to the small crowed and with grace of course she fell offa her stool, beer saved in one hand the parchment in the opposite. "I beg ya pardon Miss?"
With a grin, the woman answered. "Nothin'."
Thank goodness it was shortlived as she quickly learned the woman was the Overlord here, in other words, the head honcho. She started flailing and squealing looking to break the current conversation and perhaps break the gloom that laid heavy on her. "I want my damn bra back ya thief!"
-----An hour or so later-----
They'd all left her and she looked at the time, silently telling herself one more hour and she was going to go home. Nursing her fifth beer of the night, she turned her back to the door and put her head in her hands. When a voice caused her to sit straighter on the stool, but she did not turn.
"Chey?" A brief pause. "Cheyenne?"
This time she knew she was not hearing things as she turned slowly to face him. Her heart was beating quicker in her chest as she watched him approach her...it was late, very much later than they had agreed upon, but he'd come...and this is all that was going through her mind as she watched him.
"How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable. So condescending unnecessarily critical. I have the tendency of getting very physical. So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle."
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