Beauty Is Skin Deep, My Skin Is Broken [abandoned]

[paranoid]

Oooh...

Cinder arched her back away from the bed, but it wasn't what you would have assumed. No, she was at it again. Not that anyone cared. She hated it. But, she loved it so.

A slight pause before she sat up, peering over at the mirror. One of them, anyway. And obssesive need. The room. The room had to be filled with mirrors. She had to be able to see every angle of herself whenever she wanted to. Frankly, it kept others out of her room, oftentimes. They would much rather drag them to their own quarters. Yes, some of them would love to be able to see everything possible while fucking, but so many of the toms were... well... to put it bluntly, a bit hideous. Even they were aware. She loved to taunt them. In the end she was controlling them before the night was over, the manipulative little bitch she could be...

But tonight...

A soft little coo escaped her throat, almost a whimper, but not quite. Her face. She never went for the face. Somehow bad memories... bad, attacked her, made her lose her focus. Made her forget she abhored her face to be torn up. Of all of the places on her currently-nude body to be mutiliated...

At least she had managed to stop herself.

Still, she skittered over to the closest mirror, bright eyes squinting slightly at the four, shallow, but long, cuts going down her cheek. She had been near sleep. Then something, that thing, kicked in, and here it was. She shouldn't freak out so badly, but if this had happened, would more? She couldn't even remember the dream, the memory, the whatever... She remembered the figure, that, the pain, waking...

Oh dear. Scattered thoughts. All over, scattered, oh no, pacing oh- OW.

She stopped abruptly, a sharp intake of breath after stubbing her toe on the edge of the bed. Head clearing now. Yes. That's what the pain was for. It always had that effect.

Er. Sometimes.

She sat back on the bed with a sigh, rubbing her cheek slowly, tenderly, before her claws started slowly tracing the scars there.

"Oh Cinder, dear." As if speaking to a young kitten, a sigh was given. "You need help. And you know that. Calm down and just think for a moment, sweetie... think... of... something happy. Pancakes. Oh, that does sound good... with whipped cream- no, that's better for other things..." A soft titter escaped her throat as she pulled a pillow close, hugging it tightly and rocking happily from side to side. Mood swings. This... this made no sense. Not even to her. But now she was happy, the stinging in her cheek barely acknowledged.

She didn't understand. She didn't care. But now, she stood quickly, looking excited and starting for the door. "I really should find- oh. Wait." A pause, glancing in the mirror, ears flicking back for a moment. "Clothes. Damn." Tutting to herself, she went and quickly pulled on short-shorts and a sports bra. Good enough. She hated clothes. As far as she was concerned there was no need. They only got in the way. Ugh.

Looking in the mirror one last time, she looked down at a tuft of fur and grabbed it. It was too long. Too damn long. After a grunt she ripped it out, dropping it on the ground and ignoring the slow seeping from her hip. Much better. Smiling broadly, she now started out. Looking for a playmate tonight.

She wasn't going to be the only one getting mutilated. This might be mild for her, but this was her face. Someone would pay for it. To make it even in the world. Yes. It made sense.

Karma. Karma was a bitch, And she was Karma's bitch.

[Fangor]

It was the rarity of time that Fangor was asleep. Partially hidden by a dumpster, he curled on his side, ears consistently twitching, turning. Trained ears, trained to distinguish the different sounds of the night, the warnings of enemy territory. They took years to develop, but it was worth it.

Swiveled more to the side, there was the sound in the distance. And a scent. Non-threatening to him.

He could envision her form, and he kneaded the ground in sleep, in fantasy, hard on contained by his pants.

He'd love to hit it, just once, to feel everything, but he couldn't. No. He could. He chose not to. She was too valuable an asset; he wouldn't let her succumb to it.

In sleep, he coughed, head ducked near his chest as to stifle the sound.

[paranoid]

No one seemed worthy for what she wanted to dish out. Cinder was a bit of a sado-masochist, there was no denying it, but she could be so picky at times. After years of what she endured, she tohught she deserved to be picky at times. But now, it certainly wasn't aiding to her little 'search'. Some sort of anger inside of her for feeling scared earlier, it needed to be taken out somewhere.

Cinder's ears pricked upward, tugging at the edge of her sports bra for a moment. She peered around, stalking alowly. She could smell him, in turn. His smell was something, it could have once been quite pleasant - a bit of cinnamon mixed with a hint of blood - but there was a sickeningly sweet scent of sickness hidden deep down in there. You could hardly smell it, but somehow it drove to the top of her sensitive nose. She never told him though. That was awfully rude.

"Fangor?~" Something that was a bit of an annoyingly sweet coo. Almost as if calling a puppy. She could have just chosen to ignore him, but there seemed to be no one else interesting around, and at least teasing him would give some interesting attention. She tended to like his attention best, not because he was in charge, but because it was so... indifferent. It was probably just some strange need inside of her to be emotionally abused by someone she liked.

[Fangor]

He wrinkled his nose, none too pleased at the sound, though he managed to open his eyes after a bit. Always had to be prepared, even though he felt tired as fuck.

Then again, she was a sight for sore eyes, or even healthy ones as he let his eyes roam up from her legs, to the shorts that left so little to the imagination, and sports bra. He lamented on the coverage of the sports bra momentarily as he rose to his feet.

"What do you want?" he groused, eyes freely roaming over her body, no attempt made to hide that look, those thoughts. He kept from yawning, a moment of somethingswelling up likeanger. She better have had a good reason for annoying him, especially looking that good knowing he couldn't.

No. That was bullshit. He could do as he damn well pleased. He just chose not to.

[paranoid]

Cinder put on her very best innocent look, paws clasping together in front of her, legs squeezed together as she tilted her head at him.

"I was just bored. Figured, you would at least acknowledge me for a moment." A sickly sweet smile; she'd had to ignore the urge to add a semi-joking 'master' in there somewhere. Somehow she felt it might be taken the wrong way somewhere down the line.

"You weren't asleep, were you?" Of course she knew he had been. "Because I'd never disturb you." And what did she do to everyone? "I'm sorry if I'm bugging you." And yet she smiled, looking quite pleased with herself.

He'd probably get all pissy. But, it would be the game for today, at least. Worth something, right? Yup.

[Fangor]

Fangor snorted before he strode away from her, not really sure where he was going but the urge to slap her was overwhelming. He wouldn't have had a problem with that if he were certain he'd be able to refrain from beating the shit out of her and then fucking her senseless, but that sometimes went together.

If she weren't so fucking good at what she did.

Well, then again, he didn't keep anyone in the gang when they lost talent. He never severely hurt them unless it was for the better... such as with Chris. But he survived, and even though sometimes Fangor missed the worship and exuberance Chris often displayed, Chris's loyalty only seemed to grow, as did his anger. Sometimes Fangor would get a stiffy from just watching Chris kill something. Sometimes he'd get a stiffy when he'd watch Chris fuck something. He hadn't watched Chris get fucked in some time, though; Pascal and Rozumbrad were unpredictable at times.

But that was different than Cinder.

She was just fucking insane enough to go along with his plans.

His paw covered his mouth as he coughed yet again. Why hadn't the damn Doctor been able to figure out some shit to help? Why hadn't Macavity been able to figure out a no kill shelter, or vet, or something to find out what the hell it actually was? It was infuriating.

"What do you want, bitch?"

[paranoid]

Cinder seemed to pause to think, one claw tapping her lips as she made a small circle around herself before stopping, now looking over her shoulder at Fangor, tail thumping against her leg.

"First I was happy. Then I was sad. Then I got mad, now I'm happy again. I wanted someone to play with. But you were all I could find. So, I thought I'd have a chat." Not the best answer. She really wasn't scared of him. Mainly because she had no real regard for her own life; if she died, who cared? She'd be dead, wouldn't matter to her! As far as she was concerned, she probably should die... she was a drag on society, after all.

"Guess it was the wrong time for it. Oh well, you're awake now!" Bright and obnoxiously said. She really did know better than to do that.

[Fangor]

Fangor merely groaned. "You're acting like Chris." He paused. "Like Chris used to." Amended statement. Much better. Where did he find these cats with their flipping personalities? Where? Why? He didn't fucking get it. At all.

Pascal was nuts.
Chris was nuts.
Cinder was nuts.
Banshee was nuts enough for the others combined.
Brad... well, he was sadly probably the most normal of the group.
Or Jazz.

He stretched and cracked his joints before rotating his shoulders. "Someone to play with, huh?"

There was a tug at the corner of his lips then. A little bit of a thought. He turned his head, studying her more intently. "Have any desire to... play hard?"

[paranoid]

Cinder cocked her head curiously, turning to face him again, her paws on her hips. That was interesting.

"That's what I came looking for." Sort of. But she got the feeling this wouldn't go like her original intentions. Intriguing, yes. So, she'd go along with it. "Why do you ask?"

[Fangor]

He tapped his chin.

"Job wouldn't be for a little girl. Maybe it's not for you."

A taunt in it but... could it work? It possibly could. Incredibly well, even.

[paranoid]

"Hey!"

A hint of anger was added in there. She wasn't a little girl! She could do whatever it was he wanted her to do, and he should know it by now. She might act like a child sometimes but... oooh, no, that was just... no.

"I could do whatever you wanted, and you know it." Cinder snorted, nose tilting into the air, arms crossed over her chest as her tail flicked angrily. That was not what she wanted to hear. At all. Not today. Pfft.

[Fangor]

Bingo.

The cat seemed to think a moment, somewhat disinterested, almost. "You know, the Jellicles have been very... quiet. Very quiet. And perhaps..." He paused. "Perhaps you could find out what exactly is going on over there. Do some work. Fuck some shit up."

His face became a bit darker. "Touch base with Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. Surely they have more information, too. Find out whereabouts. Do well, we might be able to expand. If we expand, you'll get all the playtime you want, little girl. In the meanwhile, you can do battered and bruised, yes? Invoke sympathy?"

[paranoid]

A broad grin slowly spread across her lips, paws sitting at her hips now, resisting the urge to hop a little in excitement. She didn't want to exaserbate this 'little girl' business.

"I would love to, and of course I can, like no other." She purred, tail flicking behind her, looking pleased with herself. "I'll be quite happy to go in there and muck up their happy little selves, believe me."

[Fangor]

"When will you report to me? Twice a week, or once?" he asked, a fairly insistent question, the only one he was strong with--it was a vital one.

Happy to muck them up, indeed.

[paranoid]

"As often as you wish." Cinder purred, pawing over her ear. "Once is more convenient for me, twice is probably better for you. So, twice it shall be?" She looked up at him curiously, head tilted.

[Fangor]

"Twice. You know where to find me."

Fangor smirked then as he moved closer, paw moving to touch her cheek while her hands still rest akimbo; the other moved to rest on her breast, a squeeze given. "You just keep making me happy, and you'll end up all right. I'll be waiting."

[paranoid]

"Okay." Cinder purred happily, giving him a content smile. "I'll make sure you're very, very happy, Fangor. Trust me."

[Fangor]

"Good girl." Fangor pat the top of her head, somewhat patronizing, again the way he operated.