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[That pacing. Stop it. It's making him nervous. He follows her as best he can with his eyes, the rest of his body unmoving, until she asks about Mimmi. Then he turns to face her once again, with a brief shake of his head.]

I'm not doing this, Vie. I'm not. I can already tell that no matter what I say, you're not going to believe me. Whatever you want to know, just go ask Mimmi, eh? Get all the facts nice and pre-coloured against me.

[Annnd now's the time when Tony attempts to walk away.]

[Oh no you don't. Get back here Tony! She's after him in an instant, expression livid. She wasn't finished with him yet and figured he would have at least a little more respect for what friendship they had.]

Yern! Fa'rein yern!

[That said, Vie expertedly throws herself at his retreating figure, foot catching the back of his leg to knock it out from underneath him. When they hit the ground, she's on him, boot planted at the base of his neck to pin him down.]

I asked you. If this is the way you want to play, then so be it. I'll not be kind to one I cannot trust.

Edited 2010-08-11 06:36 (UTC)

[Well, that was completely unexpected. Flowers not providing very much padding, his head thuds down painfully against the ground. What's even more unpleasant is her boot on his neck; the situation is all too familiar and sparks a sharp bubble of panic in him.

What he's thinking of saying right now would only make the situation worse, so he opts to stay quiet instead.]

[She won't let him up. Not until she's certain that he understands her point. Vie forces a little more pressure down on the boot that's on his neck. It can't be comfortable. Hell he must be feeling a little pain from her action. She grabs at his hair, scrunching the dark mass in her hand and pulling his head a little off the ground.]

Why so quiet, love?

[Vie lets his hair go and reaches for her boot. It's not a knife that she retrieves, rather a carefully sharpened and rather thick shard of mirror. Deck 12 has been kind in the way of potential weapons. With the tip, Vie slowly pushes the back of his coat up, just enough for her to be able to press the point into his lower back. She doesn't break the skin, or tear the material of his shirt, but it's certainly enough to get her point across.]

Consider this your warning, Tony. Repeat your actions and I will not hold back. Go near Mimmi, or Link again, and I will be after you.

[Her voice is low, dangerous but audible. For extra emphasis, her last 'you' is accompanied with a slight dig into his back. Oh dear. She might of scratched him a little there.]

[Tony lets out a gasp as her boot presses down, the fingers of his hands curling, digging into the ground; the instinctive ache to grab for his pipe in situations like this was hard to fight, and frustrating when he knew that such an action would be useless. There's another gasp, this more of an "Ah!" as she pulls his head by.

When she lets go, he squirms a bit, giving into that stupid, simple instinct to try to get his pipe, to try to get away from her. All of his squirming stops, though, when he feels the sharp point digging into the fabric of his shirt, into his back. He freezes then, his breath catching as he listened to her speak. Oh, Link, so that was the little shit's name.

There's a wince as the point digs in further, but still no sound from Tony. Shockingly, he's been shut up for once.]

[As suddenly as it appeared, the make shift blade leaves breaks contact, only to strike again a few seconds later and press into his ribcage. The pressure on the back of Tony's neck increases with the prod.]

Tell me that you understand, Tony.

[He could probably throw her off, but she's quick with a weapon like the one in her hand and the chances of him getting away undamaged is pretty slim.]

[Any thoughts that he'd had of attempting an escape were banished when the shard moved to his ribs, and he sucked down another calming breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a few seconds.]

I understand, I get it, alright? Christ, Vie, would you get the hell off of me?

[She stands up, then off, releasing Tony of her hold and taking her chunk of mirror with her. It's hidden again a moment later.]

Hold to what you've said, Tony. I'll not let you off so easy next time.

[Vie doesn't turn around when she speaks. She just keeps on walking away. In her eyes, he's sunk pretty low. Her pride is a little hurt at midjudging his character so badly. It's sad, really. They got along well enough.]

[The moment she's off of him, Tony twists around, shoving himself up to first a sitting position, then standing. He's not going to bother checking himself- he knows that whatever she did to him wasn't that bad, and any mess that was made could be cleaned up later. Right now there were more important things to do- like venting a bit of anger. He takes a step forward, then stops, running a hand through his hair.]

So, that's it then? You've had your fun now? Maybe we can arrange another time and place and we can do this again sometime, eh?

I mean- [He stops, taking another step forward, and flings his arms out, palms of his hands up.] I mean, I don't know what the bloody hell is wrong with all of you! It wasn't that bad. I barely touch either of them, and all of you just- you just fly off the bloody handle; you all completely lose it!

[Yelling all of this at Vie as she walks away might not be the smartest thing to do, but Tony's tired of being treated as an outcast for what he did- because, really, in his mind what he did wasn't that bad.]

[Vie halts, body tense and turns slowly to face him. She was angry before, but this right now is fury. The look she gives him is one of shocked rage.]

Fa'rein. You're impossible.

[Her voice raises a notch. She takes a step towards him. Vie already regrets letting him up.]

You don't get it, do you? You really can't see the depth of what you've done. We 'lose it' because we actually give a damn about someone other than ourselves!

I called you here to talk. Take some responsibility, mar merce! What's wrong with us, is that we have a heart. Yours seems to of withered up and died some time ago. What was it you did back home, exactly? I'd taken sympathy before, but what did you do to sweet Valentina?

[Yeah, she's mad.]

[He was fine, up until what she said about Valentina. Up until then, it was pretty much all that he'd heard before. But Valentina- that was the one thing in his life that he regretted, although he wasn't yet able to admit that to himself. Tony finally walked all the way over to her, looking down at her. When he spoke, his voice was low, quiet, and there was a barely detectable tremble of rage in it.]

Do. Not. Talk about her. Do not. Don't bring her into this, don't you dare.

[She looks up at him, stance ready to move should the need arise but mostly just defiant. Vie was shorter, but it didn't bother her in the slightest. She was used to standing up to men, and beasts of larger stature. The placement of the mirror shard was carefully set that she could hold it in an instant. Otherwise, the young woman had knives and sharps concealed for potential use.]

Do you hear the tone in your voice, Tony? Protectiveness... or is it guilt. What, are you going to shake me too? I'm not afraid of you.

[Tony feels his hands clench into fists at her words, and slowly, slowly forces himself to unclench them.]

Just shut up. Shut the hell up. You have no idea what you're talking about, Vie, so just shut up.

[Vie watches him very, very carefully. She knows he's mad, that she should walk away, but heck, she's angry too.]

No, I think I'll keep talking, actually.

[Her tone is borderline sarcastic.]

You're right. I don't know. But after what I've seen from you this past week, I can only imagine what. You've got potential to be a decent man. Why you won't be remains a mystery.

I didn't do anything to her. I didn't. What happened- it was nothing. Nothing. [This might've been more effective if he hadn't sounded like he was almost trying to convince himself.]

And what I am- or am not- is none of your concern.

It is my concern when it involves people I'm close to. I cannot speak for Valentina, but those here? It's very much my concern. We're all stuck here together. Best we get along, don't you think?

[She lifts her chin a little and steps back, intent of resuming her leave.]

As for this 'nothing' you speak of? I am not convinced. And I get a pretty clear vibe you aren't either. Stop living in denial. Accept what you've done and learn from it.

Best we get along? That's all very nice, but it doesn't seem like that's how a good lot of you would have it.

[He matches her step backwards with a step forward of his own, reaching out and grabbing her arm, digging his fingers in.]

And I'd appreciate if you'd drop the holier-than-thou tone you seem to have picked up, there. No one's perfect, Vie- you're no saint either. So how about you do us all a favor, sweetheart, and stop acting like one, eh?

[She hisses when his fingers dig in, turning to give a deadly look. Her tone matches her expression. His hand recieves a glance before Vie shifts her focus to his face.]

I'm well aware of my past, Tony. Just as I know my faults. The differenc is, I acknowledge my faults. I don't run away from them.

[Pause. Glare.]

Unhand me.

[Tony waits one second, two seconds, three, before he releases her, his hand dropping once more to his side.]

I haven't run away from anything.

[Vie shakes her head and absently feels her wrist over.]

Oh but you do. Lies, half truths, excuses. It's not physical running, but it's cowardice all the same.

I haven't lied about anything- although you and Mimmi seem quite determined to believe otherwise- and what you call excuses are all perfectly legitimate reasons.

'Sorry' doesn't always cut it. Show some change or you'll get no where.

[She makes a frustrated sound.]

If I hear of you hurting my friends again, you're in trouble.

[Vie takes another pointed step back, this time not turning her back on him.]

Hurt your friends? That's a bit of an overreaction, there. I haven't physically hurt anyone, not on here. There's not a bruise on either of them. I think she did more damage to me than I did to her! And let's not even get started on what you just did.

But still, no, it's all my fault, of course. The blame can't possibly be put to anyone else. I'm starting to feel like some kind of bloody scapegoat.

Whether physically or verbally, you've done damage. Can't you see that my reason for calling you here was not to fight? I asked for your side and you wouldn't give it.

[Her words are contradicted by her furrowed brow and sharp tone.]

(ooc: Over here.)

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[Commentlog] 'PIG! YOU EFFING PIG!! D8' is what she said.

[Commentlog] This is, like, the 4th time he's been called a pig on the boat xD

[Commentlog] ...IT'S A SIGN. Yern is the most insulting word she knows. 8)

[Commentlog] YEAH PROBABLY ACTUALLY. And teehee!

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