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Post by Opa Ophilius on Aug 23, 2009 16:53:19 GMT -5
Opa shuddered as the hand climbed higher, a dark flush creeping into the auburn tone of her cheeks, abruptly tongue-tied. She felt that if she opened her mouth, she would only scream at the girl for touching her so inappropriately--or worse, only be able to make embarrased squeaks. Opa wasn't used to intimate touching--not by a stranger, at least. She longed to wrap her fingers around her revolver, to press it against that smooth skin and relish the look of surprise.
"Mm--mm..." She made a non-commital noise. "You--you know, the sort of unsavory characters are wandering around--those--those damn Innocenzos--"
Opa was far too flustered to speak properly, even to notice she had just 'given away' that she was on the Liberatore side. With her voice cracking at the end, she had had enough. There was only way to determine who was on what side, and her hand groped inside her jacket, taking hold of the gun.
Opa glared fiercely, her voice lowering into a vicious snarl as she pressed the muzzle of her loaded weapon against Bella's stomach beneath the tablecloth.
"Don't touch me." She spat, jabbing the gun into her. "I'm done playing!"
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Post by Bella Uccella on Aug 23, 2009 21:56:55 GMT -5
"Come now, no Innocenzo do something so brash as to commit murder in a crowded dinning room. It's so sienna." Ines said coolly, taking a sip of her drink, the absolute picture of composure. This was hardly the first time she had had a gun pulled on her; it was the first time she did not reach for her knife on response however. "We were trained better."
And hopefully training has not become lax, she thought as she squeezed the girl's thigh. To distract her as her hand went to grasp her blade handle. Just in case, though she did not think Allen send a fool to do something so dangerous.
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Post by Opa Ophilius on Aug 23, 2009 23:06:48 GMT -5
"An Innocenzo wouldn't." Opa agreed grudgingly, her breathing growing heavier as the older girl didn't flinch. She feverently hoped Bella was indeed a fellow Innocenzo--she shivered with a cold chill at the thought if she was not.
She held the revolver in place, resting her finger on the trigger anxiously. Her threat didn't work, and now what? As Bella said, she wasn't going to murder anyone--not in broad daylight. Her discomfort was growing with every strained second, her clothes feeling tighter and rougher against her skin, acutely noticing the glances of other diners out of the corner of her eyes.
She squirmed slightly as Bella squeezed her once more--feeding her fury, but she was unable to pull the trigger. Her hand was sweaty against the cold metal, she could feel her grip waver.
What could she do?
With an irritated growl, Opa stowed her revolver away and with her free hand, laid it on top of Bella's. Without a hint of tenderness, she dug short nails in, intending to forcibly pry her hand off.
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Post by Bella Uccella on Aug 30, 2009 21:22:43 GMT -5
"Good girl," Ines sighed, and did remove her hand, the test more or less over now. She nodded as the waitress chose then to leave them their drinks, perhaps at first driven away by their intense expressions.
"I will tell you a secret," Ines whispered softly, leaning over to caress the girl's ear with her breath. "My true name is Ines Inonue, there, no Liberatore would tell you that, and you can check with the capo if you doubt me, he knows me."
A name drop was always good, especially when you were dealing with the surge of temper that was 'Miss Ophilius' apparently.
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Post by Opa Ophilius on Aug 31, 2009 0:51:25 GMT -5
Opa flinched as hot breath brushed against the rim of her ear, pulling her face away and crossing her arms.
"Well, this was pleasant, Ines." She sniped, sarcasm thick in her tone. Then, almost hesitantly, she spat out her own name. "I'm Opa."
She eyed the drinks on the table, flicking her gaze to the older woman. She had given her a false name, what evidence was there that she hadn't tainted the beverages as well?
"Go on." She muttered, casting her a sour look. "Drink it."
Slowly pulling her coffee towards her, Opa brought it to her mouth, ending up getting a scalding gulp of bitter, hot liquid. Coughing, she instantly put the warm mug down, wiping her mouth with a napkin and wincing at her burnt tongue, humiliated spots of red on her cheeks. She was looking like such the fool!
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Post by Bella Uccella on Sept 4, 2009 22:38:19 GMT -5
Ines giggled behind her hand at Opa's blushing, she gently blew on her own beverage and sipped.
"Opa...that sounds Hispanic. But you're not American like I am are you?" Another droplet of usually protected information, and another subdued plea for the other young woman to at least not feel hostile towards her.
"Ophilius, you're probably from South America, they've had so many Italian and French immigrants since the war," she mused. Well it was a clever alias if she had been lied to. Ines despite her own Italian alias usually pretended to be Romany or Mediterranean. She was almost certain she was neither, but she hardly knew.
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Post by Opa Ophilius on Sept 5, 2009 17:32:54 GMT -5
"S-stop it!" Opa sputtered, reaching over and clapping a hand over Ines' mouth as the words South America dropped from her lips.
Her embarassment grew with that quiet giggle, getting more and more upset when Ines tried to guess her origin. She had only known the girl for ten minutes, and already, she felt like she wanted to slap her senseless.
"Don't you value your life?" She snarled. "Telling a stranger all about yourself, how foolish!"
Her fingers were still tightly clasped across her lips, not trusting her not to deduce more of her secrets. At least Ines had gotten her nationality wrong: she was neither French, nor Italian.
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