08-15-2018, 04:50 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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stocking was quire shocked-- pleased, if anything, at the number of those who arose to attend movie night. She stood at the entrance, watching fellow clan members trot into the cabin with a sly, mischievous little smirk upon her pert and knowing little face, framed carefully by dark eyes that twinkled.
Ophelia was the first to arrive, making a remark in regards to her foreboding words. An easy scoff escaped the guardsman, those lips quirking upwards with the further appearance of arrow.
"Better hope harder," she quipped back lightly. Her words were coated with obvious intention. They knew her game. Kid friendly had no definition within stocking's dictionary, and the feline vaguely wondered if any curious kids would come foolishly come tramping into the event, hoping to see a normal film, only to be greeted with explicit material. Whelp. There was no better time as any for them to learn about the birds and the bees, and if they came away with more questions than answers, stocking sure as hell wasn't going to explain anything.
Next was a face she'd never seen before; hector, passing by with a remark on romantic drama. She sure as hell hoped not. She had chosen the movie with a more active vision in mind. She had never seen it before, but the angel was dearly praying to the god that she had forsaken that the film wasn't going to be filled with any overly convoluted, dramatic crap. She was here to watch her fill of sexual tension, and that was it. Hopefully the others would enjoy it as well. Or get a kick out of it. Either way.
When the next two members had arrived; abathur, the rather intriguing spider (stocking admired the arthropod. There were few sentient insects she had seen her share of, and spiders were a thing of fondness for her), and Morgan the leader.
"Alright tackywood." she pitched out to the open door of the cottage. "I'm starting the movie now. You can still join as you please, but don't blame me if you miss any of the steamy scenes," there was a ginger pause. "Oh, and, just a warning... No kids allowed. Or if you choose to come in, do so at your own risk."
With a grin that could put a conniving fox to shame, stocking sauntered her way back into the cabin where most of the others were snuggly accompanied by various comforters. Quickly locating the CD cover, she popped open the cartridge and slid the disc into the projector. Fifty shades of grey.
The screen flickered.
Here we fucking go.
// feel free to progress or describe the movie in your own posts
Ophelia was the first to arrive, making a remark in regards to her foreboding words. An easy scoff escaped the guardsman, those lips quirking upwards with the further appearance of arrow.
"Better hope harder," she quipped back lightly. Her words were coated with obvious intention. They knew her game. Kid friendly had no definition within stocking's dictionary, and the feline vaguely wondered if any curious kids would come foolishly come tramping into the event, hoping to see a normal film, only to be greeted with explicit material. Whelp. There was no better time as any for them to learn about the birds and the bees, and if they came away with more questions than answers, stocking sure as hell wasn't going to explain anything.
Next was a face she'd never seen before; hector, passing by with a remark on romantic drama. She sure as hell hoped not. She had chosen the movie with a more active vision in mind. She had never seen it before, but the angel was dearly praying to the god that she had forsaken that the film wasn't going to be filled with any overly convoluted, dramatic crap. She was here to watch her fill of sexual tension, and that was it. Hopefully the others would enjoy it as well. Or get a kick out of it. Either way.
When the next two members had arrived; abathur, the rather intriguing spider (stocking admired the arthropod. There were few sentient insects she had seen her share of, and spiders were a thing of fondness for her), and Morgan the leader.
"Alright tackywood." she pitched out to the open door of the cottage. "I'm starting the movie now. You can still join as you please, but don't blame me if you miss any of the steamy scenes," there was a ginger pause. "Oh, and, just a warning... No kids allowed. Or if you choose to come in, do so at your own risk."
With a grin that could put a conniving fox to shame, stocking sauntered her way back into the cabin where most of the others were snuggly accompanied by various comforters. Quickly locating the CD cover, she popped open the cartridge and slid the disc into the projector. Fifty shades of grey.
The screen flickered.
Here we fucking go.
// feel free to progress or describe the movie in your own posts
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