beer on the wall (r)

[MAVERICK CHASE]

[atrb=cellpadding,30,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/15865368/nd/00009k2x.png);width:350px;border:1px solid #dfdfdf;border-radius:60px;] MAVERICK CROSS WORDS 399   TAGS layna   NOTES -flail- sorry if its bad D: As with most bars in Kthonia, the building never failed to attract a good amount of customers. Most of them were shady characters, but there were always a few average civilians, those who didn't want to chance entering gang territory. Whether it was for a "relaxing" night out, a chance to earn some cash, or just an escape from the miserable lives they spent scraping out a living, it didn't really matter. At least, that was Maverick's point of view. He couldn't imagine why else so many people would be attracted to such a run down place like moths to a light. The food was questionable, as were the drinks--after all, one could never tell if someone had slipped something less innocuous into it. The ground could hardly be seen under the layer of dirt that covered it. But he had lived the high life once on the floating islands, where even the most rundown establishment was still well-kept or at least looked nice from the outside. Not so here. One couldn't help but be a tad biased after experiencing the difference. Noisy chattering and drunken laughter prevailed, along with a few arguments breaking out in the back as people fought over certain missions. Amidst all this chaos, he cut an inconspicuous figure, even with his titanium white hair. Maverick cast a quick, disgusted glance around from where he sat by the wall. If it weren't for the job opportunities the Outpost offered, he would have steered clear of this place. As it was, he had only just finished one job, and had come to pick up the reward--and sit down a bit. That reminded him. Raising one hand, he pressed a wad of napkins against the cut on his forehead. While it had been a straightforward task, having a run-in with a Ravage tended to end badly, especially when said "run-in" was from trying to kidnap back one of the ones they kidnapped. Fortunately, he'd gotten away with just the one cut on his forehead. While it didn't feel like that deep of an injury, it had bled quite a bit. And still was, if not less. Head wounds always bleed a lot, Maverick reminded himself. Suppressing a sigh, the mercenary merely took another sip from his tankard, glancing around once more in case someone noticed him. He wasn't in the mood. ...Like he was ever in the mood. table made by greyson of ote

[MAGDELAYNA BENTIS]

The Outpost was noise, but Layna was loud. "WOOOOOOO! GO TEAM JM! MJ? JL!" She stood a full head above the crowd, heels firmly planted on the not to stable barstool she'd been sitting on moments before. Beer sloshed from her tankard, but the racerfans partying in her vicinity didn't mind so much and rose a cheer in answer. Two or three or four or five hands reached out from all angled to pull, tug, push, and shove the teetering girl back in the direction of the bar counter rather than let her fall back onto the floor; some succeeded, others swiped at air. The end result was the same: Magdelayna Bentis swerved toward the counter, dropped hand and clunking mug to slam the counter.

The noise triggered another response from the pink-haired mechanic. "Bar tender!" Her head lolled downward despite her demanding raise of an arm. The charged grunted, knowing full well she would shout despite the fact that he was busy serving another customer. "I demand --hic-- MOAR beeeEER! Hey. Hey! Donchu walk away from me!" But the bartender was going and Layna wasn't going to let him go without a fight which consisted mostly of her falling off her stool into the nearest patron and stumbling after him.

Stumbling with her grey and yellow-striped mechanic's jumpsuit rolled about her waist, Layna didn't get far. A head of white stole her attention and she veered off course, eyes narrowing as she zig-zagged bee-lined for his table. "MAVVIE!" She was shouting before she was sure it was really him. "What are YOU doing here!" It wasn't really a question as she dropped heavily into the chair without being invited. "I thought you hated drinkin'." Her sudden whispering turned comic surprise as she noticed his head. "What did you doooo?! Can I help? Let me help. BAR TENDER!" She turned in her chair, wailing and throwing up an obnoxious arm to flag him down.

tags: maverick [ spark! ]
word count: 342
notes: Augh. I should be shot for how late this post is and how obnoxious Layna is.

[MAVERICK CHASE]

[atrb=cellpadding,30,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/15865368/nd/00009k2x.png);width:350px;border:1px solid #dfdfdf;border-radius:60px;] SAY IT AIN'T SO WORDS 361   TAGS layna (claus)   NOTES durp Tuning out the raucous voices, the din blended together into the loud, incessant buzz of background noise, only irritating when paid attention to. It made the brouhaha more sufferable, and also helped to discourage others from wanting to approach. Surely that wasn't too much to ask for, but fate also managed to throw in a wrench no matter how unwelcome it was. Those kind of things always made such visits more trying. At least so far, no one had given him a second glance since he'd first stepped in-- "MAVVIE!" Oh, no. The delighted shout nearly made him choke on his beer. Maverick didn't bother turning to see who it was. Her voice was easily recognizable after the first time he met her, drunken slur and all. She'd spoken plenty then, only about half of which he'd actually been able to decipher what with her tongue hanging out and a couple mugs of happy juice--a moment like that would imprint itself into anyone's memory. He cringed, his napkin-wielding hand automatically shifting slightly in the vain hope of hiding his face from view even though it was already too late. Sure enough, the woman soon hurtled through several tables and plunked down in the opposite seat. Definitely drunk. He was in for it now, no way this was going to play out well for him. Having resigned himself to this, Maverick raised his other hand in a half-hearted wave. Upon her noticing the cut, he rolled his eyes as if to say None of your business. Doubtless his silent emoting would be wasted on Layna in her current state, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Maverick waved away the mechanic's offer dismissively, not at all keen on idea of attracting half the bar's attention. Before he could do much more, she had turned away, yelling and gesturing for the bartender. Not knowing how else to stop her, Maverick lunged across the table to cut short her summoning, i.e.,clap a hand over her mouth. He settled back into his chair, impatiently brandishing a pen and scribbling a reassuring note on a spare napkin, and then thrusting the note in her direction. "I'M FINE" table made by greyson of ote

[MAGDELAYNA BENTIS]

"BAAR TEEEEN--ddmmmff!" Layna barely blinked at the hand over her mouth. Her immediate reaction was not anger either; it was to lick the palm of the poor soul who had thought it was a good idea. She was giggling like a mad woman when the hand drew away; there was something so very satisfying about sticking one's tongue between someone else's fingers, mostly because one knew the other wouldn't like it one bit. Layna was rewarded with a napkin in her face, though it was far too close for her already cross-eyed vision to make anything sensible out of it.

"Ooo~ What's dis?" She reached up and relieved Maverick's hold the napkin with two very deliberate hands. Squinting and squishing her face, she held it at a distance then all too close again to make out the two big words. "What'sit saaaay? I can't readit." But she didn't wait for Maverick to say anything before she flattened it on the table top. "I'm fine." She read then realizing what she said, she questioned it, looking up at Maverick with her face still bent low over the table. "I'm fine? O'course I'm fine. Why wouldn' I be fine?" The lightbulb went on upon registering his expression and re-noticing the cut on his brow.

"OH. You mean you!" The look of understanding melted into giggling and she lowered her brow onto the napkin, talking mostly to herself at this point. "Of course you mean you. I am fine," she murmured to herself, rocking her forehead on her own forearm. What was actually a whole two seconds felt like an eternity to Layna; she fought the urge to close her eyes and let her heavy head stay down, but a thought, as sporadic as they ahd been all evening popped into her head.

"I'm fine, but you're not!" She picked her head up and propped her elbow loudly on the table in one not-so-smooth go, pointing a lazy finger too close to his face. "You're bleeeeeding and bleeding people are not okay." She sat up with a bit of effort, trying to look more serious. "Blood is not okay when its on the outside, Mavvie. It's supposed to stay on the inside. And you still haven't told me what you did!"

tags: maverick [ spark! ]
word count: 378
notes: Oh dear sweet god, I feel so bad for Mav XD

[MAVERICK CHASE]

[atrb=cellpadding,30,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/15865368/nd/00009k2x.png);width:350px;border:1px solid #dfdfdf;border-radius:60px;] SAY IT AIN'T SO WORDS 327   TAGS layna (claus)   NOTES short post is short >.< He withdrew his hand sharply the moment he felt the woman's--no, the lunatic's tongue on it. With a look of disgust he wiped it fervently on yet another napkin (the tabletop was becoming to grow rather cluttered with the scattered pieces of paper everywhere). Ugh. Maybe he'd been asking for it by shutting her up in such a fashion, but he still gave her a dirty glare, which was lost on her as she yanked away and pored over the flimsy note. His normally cool demeanor was being pushed to the limit, and she'd only just come over. Maverick rolled his eyes again as she looked up at him in bemusement. When the meaning finally dawned, he gave an exaggerated nod. Yee-es. Another eye roll--he was getting plenty of practice in this department. Sometimes the mercenary could not help but wonder whether his "friend" was naturally like this, even when sober: clueless, imperturbable, crazy brainless. They hadn't met enough when she wasn't flat out drunk for him to decide. Grimly sloshing the beer around his mug, Maverick turned away, glad of the brief respite when Layna did...whatever she was doing now, lolling on the table. This break was quickly ended, a finger jabbing toward his face. Resisting the urge to slap it away, he glared back peevishly, rather like a kid being told something he didn't want to hear. There just was no way of getting through to her. Maverick snatched back the crumpled 'I'm fine' note from where it lay beside Layna's elbow. He then scrawled yet another word under the first line before flinging it carelessly back. "Tripped." Nowhere near the truth, of course. There were plenty of other, more convincing lies than "tripping" when it came to a head wound, but surely a more plausible tale wouldn't be necessary. Layna had hardly been able to decipher the first two, simple words. She was too intoxicated to think through how unlikely it was. Or so he hoped. table made by greyson of ote

[MAGDELAYNA BENTIS]

For a minute all he did was stare --and wobble back and forth like he was on a boat that Layna clearly hadn't been invited onto. A silly grin slipped onto her face. "He~ey. Stop that." She giggled as she tried and failed to follow his nose with her finger. To anyone else watching, she was simply a drunk that couldn't keep her arm steady by any means. Maverick was not one of those people. He was bent over something on the table and in the half-second it took him to write his third word of the evening, Layna had abandoned her endeavor of poking his nose and schlepped onto the table --which quite a lot like she was laying on the table-- in an effort to see what he was doing.

She did not, however, get very far. Yet again, Maverick shoved the very same napkin in Layna's face and Layna did exactly the same thing she did before. Her eyes crossed as it was even closer than before because she was still splayed out on the table providing Maverick with an unintentional look down her shirt at the angle with which she bent her back to look at the napkin; she oooo'ed in the same fashion; two deliberate hands relieved him of the napkin; and she flopped back into her seat to examine it, nearly upending herself in the process. Thankfully a gentleman had been milling with his friends nearby and, upon noticing the state of the woman in the chair that was leaning on him, gently set the chair right and shot Maverick a look, over Layna's head as she inspected the napkin by turning it about in all directions, that was a cross between confused concern and lecherous approval.

At that very moment, Layna figured out what her newest note said and slammed the napkin down on the table rather definitively. "Liiiiaaaaarrr!" The gentleman stared, as did anyone nearby, first at the frowning, pouting, accusing pink-haired girl and then at the abject object of her scowling stare. "Donchu lie to me, Mavvie Maverick." She substituted his nickname for his surname sin. "I trip and fall all the time at work and my head ne'er looks like that." Even the audience could tell that through all the alcohol Layna had on her serious face. It was a very non-threatening look.

And at that very second, a very angry, very noisy little sparrow came swooping out of the rafters to buzz around Maverick's head.

tags: maverick [ spark! ]
word count: 390
notes: Quality not quantity! Layna is not quality Meet Salla, her pairbond =D

[MAVERICK CHASE]

[atrb=cellpadding,30,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/15865368/nd/00009k2x.png);width:350px;border:1px solid #dfdfdf;border-radius:60px;] SAY IT AIN'T SO WORDS 323   TAGS layna (claus)   NOTES imsorrythistooksolongandstillsolittle DDD: As Layna once again relieved his hand of the flimsy note, he was rewarded with a unwelcome glimpse down the open collar of her shirt. A red blush stole unbidden across his impatient face. Maverick hastily directed his gaze elsewhere, doing his best to ignore the pair until she collapsed back into her seat. The fact that she hadn't even noticed somehow only heightened his embarrassment. By some miracle of gravity, she managed to regain her balance in the chair, until he noticed the man it had fallen against. Briefly their eyes met, with Maverick raising his shoulders in a hopeless shrug, half apologetic and half mortified at being seen in such company. The feeling was intensified with said company finally managing to decipher seven letters. Through sheer force of will, he managed to keep his face perfectly straight under the onslaught of her accusations. Instead, he plastered on a look of wide-eyed innocence. In any other circumstance, he would have probably given a black eye anyone who tried to call him something as insulting as 'Mavvie Maverick' in such a public setting--the first part was bad enough by itself. But for some reason even he could not describe, he always let it slide with a certain mechanic. Her usually intoxicated state was probably a contributing factor. He dragged a fresh napkin toward himself, scrawling, "I hit a rock." Restraining himself from hurling it into Layna's face again, he slid it across the table with forced calmness. At the same time, he glimpsed a small grayish blur speeding towards him. The next thing he knew, a winged feathery creature was flapping around his head like a miniature planet pulled into an erratic orbit. Loud chirps fell endlessly from the bird’s beak, screeching in his ear at such close range. Maverick did the natural thing. He swatted at it without thinking, and the back of his hand smacked it out of the air. Oops. table made by greyson of ote

[MAGDELAYNA BENTIS]

Layna had been about give her company an earful of slurring nonsense of the most sentimental drunken kind, when the enraged and deranged bird sped out of no where. The noise alone started Layna. All the flapping and feathers had her ducking under the table. "AUREOLE HAS COME TO SMITE US ALL!" In the din of the Outpost, not many too her seriously, though quite a few had taken to simply watching her antics for sheer amusements. It wasn't often they got to see a twenty-two year old albino girl crouching beneath the table with her hands over her head for additional protection. The napkin was crumpled in her hand.

There she stayed, sitting on one of Maverick's feet, until the squawking suddenly ceased. She opened one eye. "Is it safe?" Then another and peered around at the chair legs and feet of all those in the room. When the noise didn't resume, her immediate reaction was that of gratitude and clung to Maverick's leg with a wail of, "My hero!" She did not stay there long (which was probably much to Mavaerick's pleasure) and crawled out beside Maverick's seat (which was probably not to his liking) when she saw the bird, stunned on the ground.

"The poor birdie!" She exclaimed, obviously having forgotten her prior horror at it's attack and the importance of the napkin with which she tried to pick it up. "Oh I hope its okay... Now Aureole really is going to smite us!" She tried to flap-smack Maverick's leg, but she had scooted just a little too far away to reach. Her anger, however, was short lived.

The mechanic's attention was at once back on the bird. Tenderly she lifted it, cradling it on the napkin, shuffled on her knees over to Maverick, and held it out for him to take. "Come on, Mav," she demanded, taking her eyes off the bird for a brief moment. "We 'ave to do right by the birdie and put it somewhere pretty." She scrunched up her nose looking around the Outpost. "This place isn't pretty. Take iiiit!"

tags: maverick [ spark! ]
word count: 360
notes: Just kidding, she doesn't have a pair bond cause she doesn't live Above XD