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And I swear this'll be The very last time That I fail That I bump against the line -------------------------------------------- As the taxi slugged through the streets of what was known as the Financial District of London, Romano let out a sigh and leaned his forehead against the window’s glass. Glass, which, mind you, didn’t seem like it had been cleaned in a while. Oh great. Of all the taxis in the world, he just had to pick the one carrying around freaking swine. Seriously, was that snot? Ugh. Romano pulled himself away to sit straight, scrubbing his forehead with the sleeve of his police uniform. He didn’t even try to hold back the curses now, letting out a flurry of profanities both in his native tongue and English. Who’s fucking bright idea was it to stick him in a goddamn taxi anyway? They had police cars for a reason, and it wasn’t like he was even going anywhere undercover. Was this task really so menial that they couldn’t even grace him with a car? There had been like a dozen of them sitting behind the office, just waiting to be started up and used. He would have done the poor vehicles a favor using them. Romano spent the rest of the taxi drive trying not to touch anything in sight, looking only forward and making sure he glared at the driver each and every time he happened to glance at the rear-view mirror and flash his smug grin. It was like the guy knew he was being paid for something he shouldn’t have. Well, luckily the cash wouldn’t come from his own pocket; the police force did seem to have at least some sense of justice or whatever. He wasn’t going to be thankful though, he was still bitter over the whole cat deal. As much as he hated running after dogs and feared the next time he’d get a mission involving catching a run-away bird, he would have preferred either to chasing a cat. The people at the station were well-aware of his fear of them, he was sure, and they did this just to derive amusement from his panic. Fucking sadists, each and every one of them. Although his destination drawing closer and closer every passing second made the Italian a tad anxious, he also felt relief. Only a few more minutes now and he could breathe in some fresh air, far away from the taxi driver’s annoying gaze. Finally, the breaks sounded and Romano practically kicked open the door, stumbling out and breathing in as audibly as he could muster. He didn’t give a shit if the taxi driver heard or saw – the guy desperately needed some feedback for his shitty car anyway. After a moment of catching his breath, Romano finally turned, threw the money to the driver [Romano parted with £10], stuck a receipt in his pocket (he’d need it if he wanted the stuff refunded at the office) and turned to take a closer look at his destination, a tall skyscraper known simply as “The Shard”. Immediately he started to question as to why he had decided to take on the job in the first place. Just looking up at the building sent shiver down his spine. He knew that anyone who wanted him to meet them there, of all places, could not be an average run-off-the-mill citizen. They had to be someone rich. Then again, he had figured as much from the freaking feline’s name – what was it again? Princess Booboo the 3rd? No, something even longer and more ridiculous. An image of an old, rich lady instantly popped into mind upon hearing the name. Someone who had all the riches in the world yet lived with two or three cats, believing they were the only creatures in the world who weren’t after her money. Not that he could blame her; she was probably right anyway. People were greedy bastards. Romano shook his head. Maybe he was being too judgmental. Hey, when he had been told to meet the person at the Shard, maybe it had meant outside the building? Maybe it had been chosen as a meeting place simply because of its fame and the fact that it was pretty difficult to miss; the skyscraper rose so high above the regular roofs it could be seen from the other side of London. Maybe the customer was a pretty young lady who just really, really liked cats and had the worst fucking naming sense in the world? And who happened to have tons of pocket money from her parents – he had been promised a mighty reward, after all? Hey, it could happen – in his dreams.Adjusting his hat and slowing his pace upon drawing closer to the building, the Italian let out a dry laugh. Yeah, as if. He wasn’t positive and naïve enough to hope to run into any pretty chicks on a cat-catching mission. He’d better just abandon all hope, go in, get the job done, accept his reward and get back to the station to see if he’d be given a more demanding job the next time. Catching a runaway cat did sound tedious, but certainly not demanding. All it would require of him were sharp eyes, patience and fast reflexes, and out of those three he possessed at least two. Didn’t sound that difficult. Romano stopped in front of the building and craned his neck to look up at the skyscraper’s roof. He had heard this one was the pride and joy of the Brits, but honestly? He didn’t think it was that special. It looked so… cold to him. Besides, the designer for the tower was Italian, right? Could the Brits really take pride in something designed by a foreigner, and – most likely – build by foreigners as well? Of course, he didn’t dare utter any of this out loud – he was unpopular enough among the police force as it was. Something about it not being polite to yell at people’s faces or tell them how stupid they were. Freaking hypocrites and backstabbers; he had heard the other officers talk shit about people as well, why was it worse to say that straight to their faces than ridicule them where they couldn’t hear? At least he wasn’t a two-faced, lying bastard like the rest. Which was probably why they hadn’t even given him a police car to drive here with in the first place. Sure, they had told him that it was because they wanted to ‘save gasoline’ for the really important cases, and that the taxes were just as fast. Bullshit. They just hated him. Did it all out of spite, he could tell. It was always like that. Well, he’d show the fuckers. Make a name for himself. But first, he’d find that damn cat and collect his reward. So, walking up to the building’s front doors, Romano started to look around nervously. He still wasn’t sure who to look for, or whether or not he should go inside. In the end he settled to just idling outside the doors, hoping the lady would notice his uniform and know to walk up to him herself.
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It was an oddly tedious day to an ordinarily enthralling profession, and Lucía found herself wondering why she was simply having rotten luck. She had taken a break on the job after failing to catch a suspect when she was running right on his tail, all because she had chosen the wrong outfit to wear on the wrong day. Lucía had been expecting another uneventful day today like every day so far this week. She thought she’d be sitting in a cubical at headquarters and spend most of her work hours finishing up some paperwork. Unfortunately for her, she had dressed for such; a white, collared dress shirt with cufflinks on the sleeves, and a black pencil skirt that reached a little above her knees.
Much to Lucía’s dismay, she had been called to a crime scene shortly before planning to take a lunch break, where a police officer spotted a possible suspect fleeing the scene with bloodied clothes. She tried to chase after the man on foot, but to her horror, a familiar ‘rip’ rang through the young woman’s ears and sent a chill up her spine. Lucía looked down to find her skirt had torn up to her thigh on one side. Thankfully, she had chosen to wear bike shorts (She usually felt uncomfortable with bare legs under a skirt anyway) underneath, so it wasn’t like her underwear was showing anyhow – Rather, it was the pure humiliation that her going against the detective dress-code for one measly day almost cost her her job that kept picking at Lucía’s conscience as she walked down the sidewalk on a lunch break that she had finally gotten the time to take. The only thing that possibly made this worse was the slight pain in every step she took. Was this perhaps the wrong job for Lucía, what with her bad leg from that injury so long ago?
Lucía quickly shook the negative thought of out of head. Maybe I’m just off my game today, She thought and lightly used her hand to pat at the gun holstered on a belt around her waist. We’ll track ‘em down. Lucía was actually on her way to a little café she remembered was along the way through the capital, but after getting herself lost in her own thoughts, she somehow or another found herself in front of the monumental London Shard. Stopping dead in her tracks, Lucía took a look around. She recognized the confused expressions of a few passersby who had most obviously noticed the tear in what would’ve been a suave business skirt, but ignored them, as that wasn’t what had caught her eye. A uniformed man in blue was standing near the front of the Shard building. Lucía’s first thought would’ve been that he was a security guard with about as much to do at the moment as she did, but she recognized the label up the sleeve that said different; this man was a cop, and a young one, at that. He couldn’t have been more than four or maybe five years older than Lucía – he was still a kid, if one wanted to look at it that way. Most of the cops she ran into on a daily basis were thirty years old, at least.
Lucía’s curiosity got the best of her, and she found herself casually standing right at Lovino’s side, looking him up and down out of her peripheral vision. Turning to look at him more properly, Lucía raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. “…Oi, you wouldn’t happen to be from the old ‘Force from Scotland Yard, would you?” Might as well make some sort of conversation – she could already tell from the grumpy look on the stranger’s face that this quite possibly just wasn’t his day either.
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Post by Captain on Jan 4, 2013 10:44:54 GMT -8
MOD - ADELA KONSTANZE PETULA LINNETTE BARKER She was frantically waiting, waiting for the policemen to arrive. She wasn't sure, since she was looking for a police car, but she was definitely sure that her mother would murder her if she knew that her own daughter was responsible for the lost of Lady Elodia Fluffidy Gilda Pochi Ludovica Hana the III - otherwise known as Fluffs for the short name. That's why she's standing here instead of Miss Adela Barker. Of course, when a taxi drove up front and out came a man in a police uniform - Adela knew it was time and came rushing out of the Shard, with lady-like grace in high heels. "Oh, you're the police from Scotland Yard that took on the job I do hope." Silky golden locks bounced from her shoulders as her bright eyes shimmed a blue that held the emotion of worry. "I'm Adela Konstanze Barker - for the sake of a shorter introduction, I'm standing here instead of Adela Barker, my mother. Please call me Anjelica for the confusion of the name." She proceeded to ignore the Latino woman sort of next to him. She was far more worried about her own life. "So, you'll take on the task of looking for Fluffs? That's good, really." She gave a hug to the Italian, not caring if the man had a little personal bubble issue or anything at all. Once she released him, she looked into her purse to pull out the cat's picture. "Fluffs look like this, he's my mother's cat."She proceeded to show the policeman the cat. "I do hope it's nothing of a big task - Fluffs is known to be quite violent around others... The last time I've seen her was around here, but she could have easily left to the Maximantics Corp or even the Manaria Bank." - - - Image of Lady Elodia Fluffidy Gilda Pochi Ludovica Hana the III Click Me!
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And I swear this'll be The very last time That I fail That I bump against the line -------------------------------------------- Romano had already started to grow impatient waiting for the client lady to arrive. He was pacing back and forth in front of the entrance, nervous that people would begin to stare if he lingered for too long. It was always like that when he was carrying out a mission on his own; people stared at him, puzzled, wondering if he was just some kid cosplaying as a police officer. There had even been times when some people had walked up to him and downright asked him what he was doing in a strictly restricted area, apparently not convinced by his uniform. Luckily it usually didn’t take more than a quick flash of his badge to shut up any doubters, but it was still embarrassing as all hell nonetheless. Yeah, he was a young cop, but it wasn’t like it was impossible to be at the force in his age. Hell, he could have been some genius who got in when he was a teen because of his superb intelligence or some shit. He actually kinda liked that explanation. He’d need to use it come the next doubter. Just then, the Italian noticed someone approaching him and stopping by his side. He could see it was a woman even without needing to turn, and for a while he pondered if she was his client. If so, woah, his expectations had been completely off; he had assumed he'd run into an old, possibly obese lady dressed in finest dresses and dripping jewelry, while this girl, although cute, looked like she had seen better days. She was incredibly short and looked like she had been up and about for a while, the tear in her skirt a clear proof she had done some physical labor as well. How odd. Usually rich people didn’t bother. “…Oi, you wouldn’t happen to be from the old ‘Force from Scotland Yard, would you?” She asked just then, and Romano couldn’t prevent himself from tilting his head anymore. Was that proof she really was the client? Well, if so, he’d better pull on his best ‘work expression’ and stop moping around. At least he got to deal with a young, pretty chick and not a grandma. “Yeah,” he replied, poking at the bill of his cap, partly to look cool and partly to… try and keep the thing from falling on his face all the time. Damn thing was a size or two too big. “You the one who-“ "Oh, you're the police from Scotland Yard that took on the job I do hope." Romano turned at the words, only to see a pretty young lady rushing out of the Shard and towards him. The Italian didn’t need to look twice to know that he had been mistaken earlier, and that this was the real client he was supposed to meet; everything from her fancy way of dressing to the grace with which she moved even when in a hurry to the worry in her eyes told him this could be no other than a rich owner of a lost cat. Romano turned completely around to face her, sort of mesmerized. She really was pretty. This must’ve been his lucky day, first a cute passerby chick and now a beautiful client! The young cop attempted to get a word in to hopefully make an impression or at least confirm he was indeed the one she was looking for, but the girl barely took breaths between her sentences. She really did seem anxious. She explained that she was there instead of her mother (thank God), and before Romano could even properly memorize the name she had offered, the girl had went on to give him a hug out of the blue. Romano’s curl instantly twitched, and the man himself grew a tad red at the sudden closeness. He was a bit startled to be sure, and was really close to reflexively pushing her away for invading his personal space. Luckily, he managed to remind himself this was a pretty chick hugging him and keep himself from acting upon his reflexes. He wouldn't mind a hug from a pretty chick, even if she could have warned him in advance. She was warm though, and the hug felt nice. He was just about to move his hand to pet her hair and tell her he’d take care of her problem, when she all of a sudden pulled away – and almost made poor Romano topple over – to show him a picture… of the damn cat. Fixing his hat and holding back curses at the interruption, Romano went ahead to take a look. As much as he hated to look at anything depicting the vile creature, he knew he had no choice. "I do hope it's nothing of a big task - Fluffs is known to be quite violent around others... The last time I've seen her was around here, but she could have easily left to the Maximantics Corp or even the Manaria Bank."Violent around others? Well wasn’t that damn promising. So the cat was evil, he had known it. They all were. He swore, this’d be the last time he’d ever accept a mission involving a feline. Or, well, so he had resolved, up until he raised his gaze to look at the beautiful face of his worried client again. A slight blush found its way on Romano’s cheeks, and he quickly coughed into his fist to clear his throat and chase the redness away. “Of… course it isn’t a big task,” he went on to lie, attempting the best smile he could muster. “I mean, I’m used to catching really tough criminals and shooting and shit,” he went on with a shrug as if such tasks were menial to him , “So catching one little bugge-, err, cutie like Fluffs is nothing to me. I mean, I do have quite the reputation and-”
Babbling on like an idiot and not really thinking things through now, Romano turned to the girl still beside him and yanked her closer. “Like, here, my sidekick can attest to that too, can’t you?” He didn’t dare wait for the girl to reply, so he went on to decide for her. Her expression told him she wasn't at all pleased to be pulled into his flirting attempts. “Yup, you do. Alright. I’m going to go now and take care of that…” his voice shook just a little as he continued. “C-cat… now. And then we can go on a date,” he added to Anjelica with a wink, before letting go of the other girl to turn and start marching away somewhere. He was still in a bit of a daze and not really looking where he was going, he just wanted to look cool and handsome making his exit before something came up to ruin the illusion. He wanted to leave a good impression, as a date was the least he should get in return for catching that cat. Even its gaze had been pure evil. Oh well, the day was still starting to shape up. He met a cute girl, a pretty client and probably secured himself a date with the latter. Things were really starting to look up for him.
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Having seen this fresh-faced woman hurry over to the man at her side, Lucía’s eyes examined her up and down. She was pretty, yes, but the Argentine had to resist rolling her eyes and making some rude mocking gesture as the lady, in her haste, kept going on and on about some mission in store for the boy. So, this man did have something better to do with his time, after all… he just happened to have been waiting for his lovely damsel in distress to come along. At least Lovino had managed to keep himself from drooling or babbling like an idiot in the presence of this stranger and not make a complete fool of himself… though he still did appear pretty pathetic in Lucía’s eyes.
What was so special about this Anjelica lady that she didn’t have? Maybe it was because she was some well-groomed, pompous woman of the highest pedigree. Was that perhaps her appeal? Lucía’s eyes wandered down to her own worn clothing, and a disappointed look washed over her face. She didn’t look too hot, especially not in comparison to this fancy young lady, adorned with her sparkling jewelry and frilly, poofy overcoat.
…Bah, what was she so worried about?! Lucía thought to herself about how she looked just as impressive as this woman – prettier, even! And it’s certainly not like she was jealous over how she had adverted the police officer’s attention away from her or anything! There was nothing about this man that would give her any reason to feel envious, right?
And why was she even wasting her time around here anyway? This was none of Lucía’s business; she knew that… she had no reason to stay.
Just as the young female detective was about to turn on her heel and head off, leaving the two behind her, she felt an arm wrap around her shoulders and pull her in close. Instinctively, Lucía fidgeted. Just what was this man up to? She was half-expecting Lovino to pick her up, haul her over his shoulder and carry her off, judging from how suddenly and forcefully he yanked her close to him. However, when the single word ‘sidekick’ came to her ears, a sudden realization overcame Lucía. This couldn’t be happening, right? This pathetic excuse for a man was actually using her as an asset to his flirting! Lucía’s gaze followed the uniform up to the man’s face, her own cheeks turning red with anger and disgust. Disgusting pig, She thought to herself. These words didn’t even have to come out of her mouth, as judging by a single glance at her clearly comprehensible expression, any one person could see that the statement was already written all over Lucía’s face… as well as a couple other insults too inappropriate to say aloud.
As quickly as the girl told Lovino his appointed mission, the officer began to walk off with an odd brand of swagger in each step. Really, he was trying far too hard to catch the eye of this woman. Lucía was not going to let him get off that easily. He was going to pay for embarrassing and degrading her in front of a complete stranger! It was then (And for this reason ONLY, mind you!) that Lucía took off after the man. Ignoring any protest from her bad leg, the woman only slowed her pace only when she was at his side again. Surprisingly enough, she found the tear in her skirt might not be such rotten luck, after all... the tear allowed room for more movement from her leg, and thus made her more capable of speeding up.
Stopping completely, Lucía grabbed the man’s shoulder and forcefully swung him around to face her. “Just what the fuck was that, you fluencia repugnante?! Using me to excuse your sad attempt at flirting with some floozy? What are you, some horny schoolboy who needs a complete stranger to help him win the heart of the first trollop who dares to even look at him?” She hissed all in one breath, her face burning red. “Oh, if we weren’t in public… I’d... I’d throttle you! Men are so typical, you’re all disgusting… e-each and every one of you..."
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And I swear this'll be The very last time That I fail That I bump against the line -------------------------------------------- Romano was still right in the middle of his little hazy, daydreaming state when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. For a fleeting moment he thought Anjelica had ran after him to offer her assistance or give him a kiss of good luck on the go, but the second the hand’s grip grew forceful, all Romano’s hopes were shattered. He didn’t have enough time to prevent himself from being forcibly turned around to face his assailant, and his face certainly didn’t have enough time to get back to a neutral expression. So, as he was turned and he came face to face with the cute girl from a few seconds ago, his face was still a very strange, messy mix of haziness, confusion and startlement. So many thoughts spun around in the Italian’s head right then. What was she doing coming after him? Did he know her from somewhere after all? Why was she being so… brutish, that wasn’t cute at all. It was at the very instant the two’s eyes met that all questions left Romano’s head and he was reminded exactly why he never insulted women; they were be fucking scary when mad. Hell hath no fury, indeed. So much for things starting to look up for him. Before he could help himself, Romano had already jumped back a tad in a rather unmanly fashion, only barely containing a scream. He was both confused and terrified of the girl’s angry glare, and actually started to wonder how much you actually got for assaulting a cop. Probably not enough. What the hell had he done though?! He had barely spoken to the girl, why was she glaring at him like he had just made her pick up his dog's droppings? “Wh-,“ he began, but before he could even start to form a coherent word, much less a sentence, the girl opened her mouth and gone were all hopes of the Italian getting his voice heard anytime soon. She was freaking loud.Romano didn’t catch every one of the myriads of insults thrown at him, as his ears were ringing too loud for him to make sense of every sentence, but he did gather she was mad that he had… used her? Romano was as confused as he was terrified. Used her how?! Wait, 'floozy', was she mad that he had- oh shit. Thinking back on what he had done in the span of the last five minutes, he could sort of see why she’d be upset. He hadn’t really thought things through. Actually, he hadn’t thought, period. To be this pissed, though? This girl needed some serious help. She was acting like a loony. He couldn’t show his fear, who knew, it might just edge her on some more. You never knew with the crazies. “C-calm down, lady, you’re disturbing an officer o-,“ Romano began as formally and rationally as he could, trying hard not to let his voice tremble from neither fear nor anger. The girl wasn’t listening though. Her face was a very profound shade of dark red, and she looked about ready to pounce on him any minute now. And no, not in a good way. “Oh, if we weren’t in public… I’d... I’d throttle you! Men are so typical, you’re all disgusting… e-each and every one of you..." That one line made both Romano’s frustration and fear fade away in an instant. He blinked now, surprised at the sudden change of tone in her voice. She sounded almost sad more than angry, and the way she had phrased her last few sentences made him think there was more bothering her than what he had done to her just now. It sounded like she had had some bad experiences with men in general earlier on in her life, and this one incident rekindled a hatred – or a fear – she had had all along. Of course, Romano was bad at all sorts of psychological stuff, so his assumptions could be way off. Either way, it made him soften up a tad. Feel bad for her, even. He wasn’t sure if that’s what she wanted however, and so he refrained from showing any pity. She seemed like she wanted to act tough, and pointing out that obvious crack in her confidence probably wouldn’t go over well. Especially not now when she was upset with him already. That left him with a dilemma, however; how to reply so that he wouldn’t upset her even more, yet at the same time avoid being too nice? He didn't want to be be a pushover. The girl had insulted him after all. Damn, he was never at all good with this stuff. “… yeah,” he finally began, not at all sure how to continue. But it was a start. He had said something, even if he had probably sounded way more annoyed than he had meant to. Either way, all he could do now was continue. “Sorry ‘bout that. I wasn’t thinking straight. Shouldn’t have done that.” He crossed his arms and looked away. The apologetic tone he had had for a minute was quickly dissolving into a meaner, more defensive one without him even noticing. He just wasn’t good at apologizing. “Even if ‘using’ you is a bit of a stretch, and your accusations freaking insane. You're the one screaming like a teenager, and I don’t need the help of anyone to woo any lady that passes me by, thank you very much.” His hurt ego was screaming to be restored, and his frustration showing more and more every second, momentarily pushing away the pity he had felt. And so, without thinking again, the Italian had already continued, a cocky grin in place: “Hell, I could get you to fall for me in a day if I wanted to!”
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At the Italian man’s apology, Lucía was prepared to cut him off. She would’ve in a split second, too… at least, until she recognized the sincerity in his tone. Although he had been given a moment for a startled reaction, Lucía knew damn well that she didn’t let him get two words in until after she was finished. And that was just the way she liked it. The only problem was, now that he was saying his appropriate and (As Lucía saw it) well-deserved apology… what could Lucía possibly say in response? Now it was her turn to be at a loss for words. After she finished her own string of insults, she had expected in a moment that the man would blow up in her face right back at her.
…Maybe this guy wasn’t so bad after all…
….And then Lucía realized that she had spoken far too soon. The man folded his arms over his chest and turned away like a pompous, prissy bitch. The moment he opened his mouth again, Lucía braced herself for the worst.
“Even if ‘using’ you is a bit of a stretch, and your accusations freaking insane,” At these words, Lucía tensed up. “You're the one screaming like a teenager, and I don’t need the help of anyone to woo any lady that passes me by, thank you very much.” Oh, of course you didn’t need my help, smartass… Those were the words that ran through Lucía’s mind, That’s why you yanked me into following along and pretending to be your little - as you put it – ‘sidekick’…
If she wasn’t before, Lucía was rather fuming now. She was desperate to open her mouth and say those words that had hidden themselves in the back of her mind, but it was like another half of her was waiting for the man to continue, lest she make an incoherent moron of herself as she fumbled over the right comeback. Go ahead, let him get this crap out of the way, right? As if on cue, an arrogant smirk slipped across the man’s face, and he went on,
“Hell, I could get you to fall for me in a day if I wanted to!”
Normally, Lucía would’ve reacted much more rashly. She would’ve spat out something or other about how she was right, and that Lovino was as much of a pig as the rest of them. It was true, at least in Lucía’s sense of the term, after all. However, it was the way he worded that last sentence that really caught her attention. To her, it sounded like a gamble - a challenge. And boy, if there was only one thing Lucía loved, it was a good challenge…
“Was that a bet?” Lucía spoke up after her temporary silence. Her expression softened, but also maintained a cool composure. Much calmer than she had been seconds before Lovino opened his mouth. Lucía reached up and forcefully stuck a finger into Lovino’s chest, pointing directly at him without question. “I just might have to take you up on that.” A seductive smirk replaced the cold look on her face, but there was a vaguely menacing sense behind it. A bet was a bet, a gamble was a gamble, a challenge was a challenge – and making a bet with Lucía may be a phase worse than selling your soul to Satan. There’d be no stakes set, however, simply the sweet sense of victory Lucía would feel after all was said and done. In case you haven’t noticed yet; she loves winning.
Grabbing Lovino’s chin between her index finger and her thumb, Lucía gazed into his eyes, ready for any protest. “Tell you what, after this cat ordeal is over, you drop me off at either the station or my apartment, depending on the time of day, and we’ll see who has won… and trust me, you’ll know when I win.” And that was her invitation to hunt down this mischievous escapee feline.
Frankly, at the moment, Lucía was too caught up in this to even ask for the fellow’s name.
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Post by Captain on Jan 21, 2013 11:47:17 GMT -8
MOD - LADY ELODIA FLUFFIDY GILDA POCHI LUDOVICA HANA THE III Wonderful day, what a wonderful day! Best day to be out and about because why? Because that crazy lady isn't here to pet him, that's why. Ugh, stupid owner of his, stupid long ass name that he can't even begin to remember. The cat was definitely sure that the owner wanted a she, and yet his name starts with LadyStupid humans, no one is going to drag him back into the smelly clutches of that ugly lady. (Her daughter is quite pretty though.) The cat continued to wander around, right until it passed a couple, mentally scoffing at them.
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And I swear this'll be The very last time That I fail That I bump against the line -------------------------------------------- Romano’s brave little challenge was like a shot in the dark; he had absolutely no idea what to expect in response. He didn’t know anything about the girl other than that she had a temper, and so his first instinct was to prepare for another outburst, even take a step back if she seemed like she’d get physical for basically flirting with her. Another part of him almost expected her to get flustered, to blush, stutter, be so taken aback he could get another word in and turn the tables to his advantage. Then there was the possibility she’d just continue to be cocky and tell him he was wrong, or maybe even walk away disgusted. You never knew with women. The one thing he did not expect was for her to flirt back. She asked him if his statement had been a bet, and before Romano could even start to sort out whether it actually had been or not, she had already pressed a finger against the front of his uniform and continued. A smirk appeared on her face from seemingly out of nowhere, and before the Italian had had time for anything but batting his eyes in surprise, she had boldly seized his chin between her fingers – a remarkable feat when you thought about it, considering she was around a head shorter than him. Romano flinched at the sudden physical contact, just about to yank himself away when he happened to gaze into the girl’s eyes. He felt his cheeks redden a tad, though he wasn’t exactly sure why. Was it embarrassment for actually being treated like this by a girl? Usually he was the one doing all the chin-grabbing and looking-into-eyes business, and being at the receiving end of such action made him feel at unease. He felt feminine, and there was nothing in the world he hated more than feeling like a girl. Yet, another part of him couldn’t help but think the girl very pretty like that, confident and not afraid to get physical. He felt his ears burn. Shit, he’d better say something soon before he’d be considered a hopeless pussy. Romano opened his mouth, but instantly realized he hadn’t come up with words to say. As such he just stood there for a while, mouth open and cheeks red, his hair curl twitching and in a mess. And then the girl spoke again, giving Romano an excuse to close his mouth and abandon that particular attempt at speaking. He just hoped she hadn’t noticed it. “Tell you what, after this cat ordeal is over, you drop me off at either the station or my apartment, depending on the time of day, and we’ll see who has won… and trust me, you’ll know when I win.” The Italian was at a loss for words again. What was she implying with “you’ll know when I win?” If the bet was whether or not he could score her in a day, didn’t her winning just mean he’d fail? She wouldn’t need to exactly do anything, so what was she on about? And, wait, wait a minute, did she just inject herself into his mission all on her own? Now that he could not allow, it had to be against more than one police rule, and he wasn’t too keen on breaking them again. So, gathering his self-confidence for a moment, Romano nervously adjusted his police cap and puffed out his uniform-covered chest, hoping to appear respectable if not exactly intimidating. “You have no idea what you got yourself into, missy,” Romano finally managed with relative self-confidence, his cheeks slightly more normal-colored by now. “No chick has ever managed to resists my charms for more than a few hours. You definitely aren’t an exception.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. True, he hadn’t gotten every girl he had ever talked to fall for him in that short a time, but on the other hand, he hadn’t always even tried. Who knew, if he actually wanted to, maybe he could pull it off? He had secured a date in minutes today. “In any case,” he began again, this time sounding a lot more formal, or at least, hoping he did. He was in his police-officer mode now. “You are not going to get involved with the cat. This is a police matter, and way too dangerous for civilians like y-“Romano was about to continue. He was ready to spew out all the same crap he had heard his colleagues say to any civilians that ever got in their way. He was about to establish his rank being higher than hers in society. But then, a sigh caught his eyes, and he almost choked on the words he had yet to utter. There, only a few meters’ distance from the two stood no other than FluffiGildawhatever, aka, the violent little cat he was supposed to catch. It was staring at him. Romano’s blood froze. Oh shit, what if it saw his curl? Was it about to attack? Wait, no he couldn’t worry about shit like that now. His target was right there. What could have been a daylong hunt was about to turn into something only lasting a few minutes. He was lucky. All he’d need to do was to catch the cat. Show it what a great cop he was. So, heart racing and mind still not nearly clear from everything that had happened and probably too excited to finally do a cop’s duty, Romano took a step forwards, straightened his back and did what every cop did upon sighting their target; he pulled out his badge and held it up to the cat, announcing with confidence: “Halt! You’re under arrest!” And, not even a second later, he realized what a fucking moron he was.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2013 11:37:19 GMT -8
Just as Lovino had been trying to avoid, Lucía did catch his face turning as red as a fresh, ripe tomato, and his mouth open for a few heartbeats before closing again like some sort of awkward fish. It was certainly entertaining for the petite young lady – she hadn’t expected at all that she could turn the tables on Mr. Charm so quickly, after all. Maybe this was a new personal record. When Lovino opened his mouth again and straightened himself up, Lucía let her hand on his chin drop back down to her side, and took a small step back to re-establish her own personal space that she had lost for a good sixty seconds there.
“You have no idea what you got yourself into, missy,” He spoke as if he was so assured in his own capabilities, “No chick has ever managed to resists my charms for more than a few hours. You definitely aren’t an exception.” Lucía’s only physical reaction was a roll of her eyes. This man was definitely something… different, even from what she was used to. And seeing as Lucía is secretly a closet-romantic, when all is said and done, she knew her way around her men.
“In any case,” Lovino went on, catching Lucía’s attention once again, “You are not going to get involved with the cat. This is a police matter, and way too dangerous for civilians like y-“
Normally, Lucía would’ve flashed her badge in Lovino’s face – taunt him with how she was an officer of the law, herself… but his sudden pause was contagious. Lucía cocked her head to the side and lifted a hand, waving it in front of Lovino’s face, only to find his attention was turned elsewhere. Following his gaze, Lucía caught sight of a fluffy whiteness as it trotted past civilians and weaved through peoples' legs like nobodies’ business. Lucía didn’t even have to look at Lovino to know he recognized this animal just as she did.
“…Hey isn’t that-“ “Halt! You’re under arrest!” The uniformed man called with moronic confidence. Oh, if only it’d be that easy. Lucía had a slow reaction, as she was too dazed with the idea that Lovino most-likely just alerted the cat of their presence and startled it. Shoulders tensed, Lucía snapped out of her confusion and charged forward to dive at the cat and scoop it up in her arms. Although, she knew by now that the chances that she’d actually reach the cat before it darted just out of her grasp and made a run for it were... well, very slim, given the head start Lovino just gave it.
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OOC: Romano should’ve had a V8. BU
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Post by Captain on Jan 28, 2013 21:38:55 GMT -8
MOD - LADY ELODIA FLUFFIDY GILDA POCHI LUDOVICA HANA THE III He stopped in mid-step and stared into the eyes of this male human. That curl while intriguing, had to just simply stare at this man because of the most stupidest thing he has ever seen in his life. Holding out a badge to the wonderful master of the world and claiming that he was under arrested. Like a flimsy thing would actually be able to stop this creature of divine holiness and power. Oh, stupid humans, this man was just proving how idiotic they can be. Quite a moron. It made him almost feel pity for this human... almost. It was too busy staring that this idiot that the other human almost got him. Good thing for his wonderful cat senses, he was able to lap away - with a boost kick on this human's face - and scurry away somewhere else. He wanted to leave these stupid humans, everywhere he goes, there's someone trying to get him. It was annoying, too annoying. Out into the rocky wilderness and to allow the wind to take this cat forward!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2013 1:46:59 GMT -8
And I swear this'll be The very last time That I fail That I bump against the line -------------------------------------------- Romano was still busy mentally beating himself to a bloody damn pulp over his latest screwup, when the girl beside him suddenly sprung to action. She dove for the feline which, due to a certain goddamn imbecile of a cop’s mistake, was already alerted to their presence. As one could assume, shit didn’t go exactly as planned; the cat avoided getting caught with ease, the girl hit the pavement and, to add insult to the injury, the cat pretty much kicked her in the face for some extra boost in speed. Romano flinched at the impacts, hoping the girl was alright despite both the fall and the… er, assault by the fluffy son of a bitch of a runaway. The girl’s skirt seemed torn as it was, Romano noticed, so she probably hadn’t had the best day of the year so far anyway. She really didn’t need the extra bruises her fall might’ve brought. And while yes, this girl Romano still didn’t even know the name of had proven to be able to be really annoying when she wanted to, she was still a girl, and any injury that might’ve resulted to her from the dive and the cat was technically his fault. Why? Because not only had he scared the damn cat and blown his chance to end the mission where it started, the girl had gotten involved in the case because of him. Well, and because of her pride and stubbornness, but still. Seemed like he was capable of feeling some guilt, after all. Romano just really hoped it wouldn’t become a habit; he didn’t much enjoy it. Being a jerk was much easier. The young cop didn’t have much more time to dwell on his suddenly found sense of empathy however, as the cat was already hightailing it out of the two’s sight. Romano tucked away his badge and adjusted his cap for the umpteenth time, almost rushing off after the furry tail of his target, when he was suddenly reminded the girl still hadn’t gotten up. Crap. The officer gave a glance at the both of the females, not knowing which one to attend to first; the cat or the girl? If he let the cat run away any further now, it might take days to find it again. But going after an animal and leaving be an injured girl? Just… not his style. At all. So, with a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes, Romano walked up to the girl with rushed steps and huffed. Seriously, the things he was ready to do for the fairer sex. Wasn’t fair. Just because they were cute, they got to mess with his head this much. “Hey,” he began, offering a hand down at her, even if he wasn’t sure whether or not she saw; she was face down, after all. “Can you get up?” He drew in a breath to swallow any worry that might’ve traced his voice previously and continued with an impatient groan, nudging his head in the direction the cat had ran to. He couldn’t afford waiting for the girl’s reply. “We’re in a bit of a hurry here, so you’d better. Come on-”Kind of fearing his decision, Romano gathered what courage he had and bent down, turned the girl a tad and picked her up from the ground in a bridal fashion. It was relatively easy too, and that brought a grin Romano wasn’t aware of to his face. Finally, he felt like a man! Good thing the chick was this small. Had she been a bit taller and more muscled, he would’ve probably stumbled down after her. He glanced down at the girl with pride, only to realize that when viewed from this close she… really was cute. And probably going to murder him. Still, she was cute and small. Like some small animal. Like a cat. Ew, cat. Okay, not a cat. Someone other than a- “The cat!” Romano suddenly blurted, practically throwing the girl to her feet as he suddenly remembered his target. No time to hold girls and look into eyes or any of that other mushy shit, he had a job to do here! So, without so much as turning to look behind him – partly out of fear the girl’d sock him – Romano dashed after the cat, cursing under his breath. Oh, if only he were allowed to shoot the damn thing. Not that… he would’ve probably hit it. Ugh. “Leave this matter to the police!” Was all he called behind him to the girl, hoping she wouldn’t follow. He didn’t hold his breath though.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2013 8:19:09 GMT -8
Lucía felt herself skid to the pavement and miss the cat by a foot... or a paw, in this case. Literally. The cat had actually pushed off her face to gain a boost of speed in its escape. Great, even the cats were treating her like shit today! Lucía groaned and wiped the smudged dirt from her forehead from the cat’s soiled paws before trying to push herself to sit up. She didn’t even have to look around to know she and Lovino were attracting their fair share of attention to themselves, especially in a big, crowded street like this. Things just weren’t looking up for Lucía, it seemed... not even in the slightest.
Lucía turned her gaze up to Lovino as he stood over her, arm extended as an offer to help hoist the fallen Argentine up to her feet. “Hey, can you get up?” He asked, and a single brow on Lucía’s face rose questioningly. “We’re in a bit of a hurry here, come on…”
Before Lucía could even open her mouth to accept (or decline, she had her pride, after all) the uniformed officer’s help, she felt two arms slink around her shoulders and the back of her knees to scoop her up off the ground in a most dominant manner. Stunned, Lucía’s eyes followed from the chest of her savior that she was held against up to his face. Lovino stared down at Lucía, not seeming to realize the goofy grin that had plastered itself across his mouth. In her state of mixed confusion and shock, only one thought ran through the girl’s mind;
Does this man have a death wish? Is he just trying to get creative with his suicide?
The unimpressed expression on her face voiced Lucía’s clear displeasure. She had no idea a man could be so straight-forward and just pick up a complete stranger and cradle them in his arms. It was blunt. It was surprising. It was unexpected…
…And yet, Lucía didn’t really hate it.
This realization was the moment when a most unmanly squeak came from Lovino. “The cat!” He yelped as though someone had just stomped on his foot. There was a vague crack in his voice that Lucía might’ve expected from a pre-pubescent boy than a full-grown man. Lucía was lucky to have gained quick balance on her feet as she was basically thrown from her comfortable place in Lovino’s arms. Without another word, he broke into a sprint, leaving Lucía in the dust. Watching him run off, she could almost swear there was smoke and a track of flames left in his wake.
“Leave this matter to the police!” He called over his shoulder, which caused Lucía’s tanned face to flush a pale shade of white. “Hey, wait!” She shouted. “Actually, I’m—“ But Lovino was already too far out of her range to hear a word she said. “…Ugh…” Lucía rolled her eyes, “Men.” She scoffed under her breath before making a mad dash after the police officer.
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OOC: Roma, you can probably lead Lovino into whatever area you think the cat could've run off to/wherever Cap suggests, and Tina will run after him, of course. <3
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