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[Ellie regards the package that arrives in her name with one part suspicion and one part anticipation. So they're returning something to her already? That's convenient... perhaps a little too convenient. Still, she's not going to know unless she opens the damn box, so she does so.

And suddenly, she remembers the sordid affair she and Dirk Anger had over the course of Nextwave's rebelling against H.A.T.E. and the Beyond Corporation. How could she have forgotten about that?]


Anger? We need to talk. Now.

[Her voice is curt. No one said it was a pleasant affair.]

Where do you want to meet?

Date: 2011-02-14 06:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
I was wondering when you'd come to your ☠☠☠☠ senses. No woman can resist me.

...except my ex-wife. But you know we don't talk about her. Ever.

Date: 2011-02-14 10:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[Twitch. Just because she wants to sleep with him doesn't mean she also doesn't want to kill him.]

That doesn't answer the ☠☠☠☠ question.

Where do you want to meet?

Date: 2011-02-14 10:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
The park. One hour. Don't keep me waiting~

Date: 2011-02-14 10:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
I never do.

[And, true to her word, she's at the park waiting for him in fifty minutes. She stands with her arms crossed and leaning back against a tree, not entirely looking forward to the conversation she's about to have... but not necessarily dreading it, either.]

Date: 2011-02-14 10:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
[Dirk shows up to the park a few minutes after she does, and man, is he a sight to see. Wearing a checkered red suit that he's obviously pulled out of the closet without paying much attention to, and carrying an assortment of flowers and chocolates that still have the price-tag on it. His hair's slicked back and he's got a cigar lazily perched in his mouth. He grins like a Cheshire Cat when he catches sight of her. What do?]

Date: 2011-02-15 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[For her part, Ellie's put on a a far nicer dress--black, even--than a casual meet-up in the park requires. She looks almost awkward in it, since she's so obviously unused to dressing pretty like this. And considering how acerbic her tone was over the phones, the fact that she's actually put forth the effort to look nice might be surprising to him.

If he calls attention to it, she'll probably try to punch him.

She regards him with a sigh and a roll of her eyes.]
This is a conversation, Anger. Not a date.

Date: 2011-02-15 08:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
[Dirk just puffs at his cigar.]

Right. This is just a conversation. Just like these are just flowers.

[He extends his hand forward, offering them to her.]

Date: 2011-02-15 09:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[She accepts the flowers, fingering the petals of one of them idly.] I hate lilies. [What draws her to this man, again?]

Listen, Anger. Nothing has changed--the Captain is here and I'd rather him not know about any of this. Just because you don't have the Beyond Corporation breathing down your neck and I don't have Monica breathing down mine doesn't mean we can do as we please.

Date: 2011-02-15 09:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
[He laughs heartily.]

That's what I always loved about you, Bloodstone. That damned sense of humor.

[He pulls out a small vial of Binaca and sprays it into his mouth, almost comically.]

Now are we going to get this on, or what?

Date: 2011-02-15 09:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[No, really. What the hell is she on? A large part of her wonders what the hell she's thinking, but... memory is a really powerful thing.]

I'm being completely ☠☠☠☠ serious. This shouldn't have happened back home and it sure as ☠☠☠☠ is not going to continue here.

I didn't call you here to rekindle anything.

Date: 2011-02-15 09:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
[His jaw drops, the cigar lazily tumbling from his mouth.]

...you're ☠☠☠☠ing me.

Date: 2011-02-15 09:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
Now you listen!

I said talk, I meant talk! Not dress up and give ridiculous presents!

[Nevermind that she's dressed up. That's just because all of her outfits are dresses here. Nothing else.]

Date: 2011-02-15 09:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
Since when were you so concerned about talking?! You weren't much of a talker in my quarters, now were you?!

[...that's right. He went there.]

Date: 2011-02-15 09:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
☠☠☠☠ you!

[Those flowers are flying toward your face now, Anger. It's on.]

Date: 2011-02-15 09:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
[The flowers briefly daze him and he takes a few steps back to recover, giving her his sickest grin.]

Yeah, you'd like to, wouldn't you, Bloodstone?

Date: 2011-02-15 09:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com

Ellie draws two knives (don't ask where she stored them) and charges toward him. She's not quite the master of combat that she is back home, but she's proficient enough.]

Date: 2011-02-15 09:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
[The sudden knives don't phase him at all. He knows Ellie far too well, after all, to know that she'd never come to one of their trysts unprepared. He only grins, curling his fingers and beckoning her forward.]

Come to papa.

Date: 2011-02-15 09:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[Really, this is how every single one of their secret meetings started: she would show up and try to tell him to fuck off, he would goad her into violence, they'd fight for awhile, things would escalate until it was less fighting and more foreplay. And then sex. And then that awkward post-sex conversation in which they had to own up to feelings, something neither of them is very good at. It usually ended in another screaming match.

Honestly, she always walked away feeling incredibly uncomfortable with herself. And yet she always went back for more.

For now, she growls at the taunt and continues her charge, swinging wildly once she's within range. Time to test out whether or not death is impermanent like Cap says.]

Date: 2011-02-15 09:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
[He dodges each of her swings effortlessly. Almost casually. He didn't make it to the top of H.A.T.E. by lollygagging and wasting time getting stabbed, right? Dirk is a man who has seen all kinds of conflict in his extended ninety years. After dodging one last swipe, he drops down to half-height, swinging around a leg to try and kick her in the ankles.]

Date: 2011-02-15 10:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[This is something about Anger that frustrates her; despite being batshit crazy, he's not at all unskilled. It's even more frustrating now, with her abilities crippled by her arrival in Mayfield without her choker. She's not used to having to compensate for its absence--she can certain fight without it, but she lacks the enhanced speed, strength, and stamina it provides her. And ☠☠☠☠, she can tell.

Anger will probably win this fight. And that knowledge, more than anything else, is what keeps her angry enough to keep fighting.

She dodges the kick to her ankles (albeit barely), placing her hands on his shoulders and leapfrogging him to avoid the blow.]

Date: 2011-02-15 10:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
[Dirk nearly stumbles forward after Ellie puts pressure on his shoulders and leaps over him. Surprisingly, he manages to maintain his balance and stay on his own two feet. He reaches into his breast pocket, pulling out that bottle of mouth-spray once again, before whirling around hurtling it towards Elsa, like a fastball.]

Date: 2011-02-15 12:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[Ellie makes the mistake of turning toward while not fully guarded, not anticipating the bottle being thrown. As a result, the bottle hits her square in the temple mid-turn, causing her to stagger back with a rather unladylike swear as the blow temporarily disorients her. Under ordinary circumstances such a hit might throw her off but certainly wouldn't hurt quite this much. She needs her choker back as soon as possible--this is turning out to be utter bullshit. How is she supposed to enjoy the fight if she's going to be distracted by pain, of all things?

She quickly gathers her wits (as best as she can as her head throbs, anyway), grabbing a nearby fallen branch and posing with it, guarded. Bring it, Anger.]

Date: 2011-02-16 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
[He blinks twice at the large branch before grinning like a loon, taking the only other weapon he has on hand---the box of chocolates, and arming himself. He slips the cover off into one hand, keeping the bottom half of the box and the chocolates within in another. With a loud battle-cry, he hurtles the flimsy box-cover towards Elsa like a frisbee to try and distract her before he rushes in towards her.]

Date: 2011-02-16 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[Ellie returns the grin with a self-assured smirk of her own. This is why they work, she realizes; they honestly enjoy the fight that leads up to everything. Gets the blood flowing. Makes them feel alive.

Even hindered, she's smart enough to realize that the cardboard box cover isn't the actual attack, so she swats at it dismissively with her free hand while swinging the branch around with her other arm, determined to clock him as he charges.]

Date: 2011-02-16 04:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
[Success! The branch smacks him right in the cheek, knocking him to the hard ground, sending the chocolates flying in practically every direction.]


[He glances up at her from the ground. Though he'd never deign to tell her as much, she packed a good punch. And yet in these kinds of encounters, he never seemed to mind getting hit quite as much.]

That all, Bloodstone? You hit like a girl!

Date: 2011-02-16 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[She laughs, one part triumphant and one part earnest.] Hard enough to knock you to the ground, Anger.

[Of course, this doesn't mean that the fight's won and she knows it--she's already backing up so he can't try to sweep her feet out from under her.]

Date: 2011-02-16 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
...didn't count.

[Good thinking, Elsa, because that was going to be his next move. Improvising, though, he grabs a bunch of chocolates on the ground before jumping to his feet, chucking each piece at her while slowly advancing. Because that's clearly the best move here, Dirk.]

Date: 2011-02-16 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
What the bloody hell are you doing?!

[The miniature projectiles are more irritating than painful. His slow progression allows Ellie to move to the side and try swinging again, this time aiming for his midsection.]

Date: 2011-02-16 04:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
[He curses vehemently as he's hit once again, doubling over and dropping the rest of his chocolates to the ground. Before Elsa can pull back, though, his hands snake out, grasping the other end of her large stick and yanking, hard.]

Date: 2011-02-16 04:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[The unexpected yank is enough to pull Ellie off of her feat; she stumbles forward onto the ground with a cry of surprise. However, she doesn't relinquish her weapon. That branch is hers, Anger. She's not going to let you take it away from her.]

Date: 2011-02-16 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
[Still hunched over in pain, he maintains his grip on the branch, seething venomously.]

Let. Go.

Date: 2011-02-16 05:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
You. First.

[And she yanks that branch. Hard.]

Date: 2011-02-16 05:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
[And he tumbles forward, landing right on top of her in a very familiar---yet not entirely appropriate---position.]

Date: 2011-02-16 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
[THAT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. Although now that it has... she's not really keen on pushing him off.

All right, fine. But this is the last time. Not to be confused with all the other "last times" they've had over the course of this relationship.]

Just... not the thing with the wig and the chickens and the bath full of acid again. I don't think either of us are up for that here, darling.

Date: 2011-02-16 05:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lovehatedrugs.livejournal.com
[Dirk only grins. Exactly as planned.]

I'll live.

Date: 2011-02-16 05:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] with-an-accent.livejournal.com
There's a hotel in town, not too far from here.


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