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Post by Jules on Feb 15, 2008 18:59:40 GMT -5
David shot a glare at Samantha and kneeled down beside her.
"Shove off. You're not helping and you know it." Which was true, having her so close (and her bust rather near his head) probably wouldn't help Gavin regain any amount of face. The poor guy was probably shrivelling with humiliation on the inside. But at the moment, selfishly enough, his friend was his primary concern. He rounded on Samantha again.
"You know perfectly well what you're doing, don't you? You don't really care how is head it. The truth is, you're a selfish little peacock. Just because you're beautiful doesn't mean you can treat people like shit."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 15, 2008 21:03:12 GMT -5
A small laugh escaped as she looked down at Gavin. "That good, is it?" she said in response to his incoherent groans. She resisted the urge to wipe his hair out of his face. She didn't want to become a total mother just yet.
Her head snapped up at David's comment. She took it all in with a blank expression and then, slowly, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Of all the absolute nerve! She clamped her mouth shut so violently it was a wonder her teeth didn't shatter. She snarled, jaw clenched.
"You..... you... arrogant, sour, ceremonial, pious, chauvinistic egomaniac! How dare you say that to me!" Red in the face, flustered, and out of breath, she paused, shoulders heaving with the effort of her long-winded insult. She fought for something else to say, but found additional argument hard to come by, because he was right. Determined to turn the judgement bar elsewhere, she rounded on him again like a feral cat. "Don't be bitter at me just because no girl has found you deemable to kiss. I would take off my glove and slap you with it if I thought it would actually hurt. But since it is made of silk and not embedded with nails, and its really a ridiculous practice, I won't." She replayed that last bit over again in her head and mentally cursed. Really clever, there, Samantha.
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 15, 2008 21:19:16 GMT -5
"Hey, hey," Gavin said, his motor functions slowly, haltingly returning. He pushed himself up, trying very hard not to notice that Samantha's angry breathing had resulted in a very interesting and probably unintentional side effect that made Gavin feel more concussed than he had been before. Okay, time to focus on other things-
Like the moss on the tree he walked into! That sure was some interesting moss, right there! Probably cushioned his skull when he walked into the tree. What nice, helpful moss it was. Gavin managed to push himself up and closed his eyes until the world stopped spinning and David and Samantha had to pause for breath.
"No need to be so harsh, either of you. Just because I'm enough of a moron to walk into a tree doesn't mean you have to- to try and kill each other." Gavin tried to look at them reproachfully, but instead winced and put a hand to his head. "Damn, I need an ice-pack. Can't we all just accept our differences and my total lack of spacial judgment and move on? Towards an ice-pack?"
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Post by Jules on Feb 15, 2008 21:23:34 GMT -5
"I dare because it's true, and you know it. You're just a spoiled little tease, god forbid someone isn't attracted to you. Why then, you have to try and make a fool out of him and when THAT doesn't work, you get furious."
At this point, Gavin started to come to, and David's belated friend impulses finally kicked in. "Maybe we should bring you to Good Hope?" He asked, looking worriedly at that lump starting to take shape on Gavin's head. He had, in fact, walked into the tree twice, after all.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 15, 2008 21:35:11 GMT -5
"Spoiled?!" she shrilled, barely keeping her voice one octave below screaming. "I have worked hard for everything I have you, you rotten excuse for a living being! I am furious because you continue to insult me, and I haven't done anything to you! And for that matter, I think you're a liar. I think you are attracted to me, and you just can't admit it."
She huffed indignantly and then suddenly seemed to remember that Gavin was still wounded and laying on the ground. A dainty hand came over her mouth out of instinct. "Oh dear. That is an unseemly bump on your head, Sir Gavin. Come on then, let's take you inside. I would offer to kiss it better, but I don't think Mr Kingsley would approve." She shot David a dirty look. She stood to her feet and stomped off, particularly on David's foot, knocking into his shoulder as she passed. "Don't dawdle, Mr. Kingslely. I'll get the ice and ready a carriage to travel to Good Hope."
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 15, 2008 21:53:36 GMT -5
She was going to kiss it better and David stopped her? Gavin blushed furiously and couldn't decide just how he felt about that. An incredibly attractive girl actually wanted to kiss him? Albeit on the forehead, but, still! Him! Which meant... which meant what, exactly?
Even Gavin's natural optimism failed him there. Samantha was probably doing it to spite David. Gavin had to admit that he would not have minded this in the slightest... which was really just... completely pathetic, now that he thought about it.
"Um, I'm going to... go... get... ice." Gavin said, because chivalry demanded that he support his friend and defend ladies at the same time and he honestly had no idea what they were arguing about. They hated each other. Gavin got that much, at least. "I don't need a carriage! I don't need to go to the hospital!"
He looked at David and then at Samantha's retreating back. "I just... need an asprin?" He followed Samantha back in however, a hand to his aching head.
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Post by Jules on Feb 15, 2008 22:04:49 GMT -5
David glared at both of them. Stupid woman, stupid friend ditching him for the stupid woman. Stupid.
He didn't want to follow after them like some tag-along puppy. That just wouldn't do for his somewhat-there pride. So he waited five minutes (he counted, which went ponderously slow in his mind) before going back in and seeking them out.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 15, 2008 22:31:03 GMT -5
"If you're sure," she said. "Sit on the couch," she told Gavin, and went back to the kitchen area to get ice. She returned with a bag of ice which she pressed gingerly to his head. She sighed. Blast this guilt. She really did feel somewhat bad. But how was she to know he'd actually walk into a tree? Still, he was sweet, and she was beginning to grow a fond spot for him. She couldn't say as much for his despicable, hateful, not-attracted-to-her friend. Whom she hated.
Speak of the devil.... When he ambled into the room, she sent him a frosty look. Just the sight of him did all kinds of unpleasant things to her insides. Her blood boiled, her insides curdled, and there was a dull pounding in her head. It was like being horribly, passionately attracted to someone, only backwards.
"Sit, Mr. Kingsley."
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 15, 2008 23:06:58 GMT -5
Gavin winced as Samantha pressed the ice to his forehead. After a moment he closed his eyes too because the view, though really very nice, was going to end up humiliating him again.
Then again, there wasn't much you could do to make yourself look when you'd walked into a tree.
Twice.
Crap. There was another damsel who'd swear off knights and go for leather-wearing motor-bikers with tatoos and the IQs of guppies. Or at least just swear off him. There were probably other knights roaming around that actually took care of their armor.
"Thanks," Gavin mumbled, blindly reaching up to press on the ice himself and trying to avoid touching her hand.
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Post by Jules on Feb 15, 2008 23:16:26 GMT -5
David glared back at Samantha (he was actually kind of pathetic at it, having had so little previous practice). He went forward to Gavin and winced slightly. It really did look painful.
"Is being a nurse an aside to be a royal bitch, or vice versa?" He demanded harshly. "He should have that checked out. He PASSED OUT for Chirst's sake. You don't fix that with an icepack"
Only part of his vehemance about Gavin's quality of care was aimed to spite Samantha. MOST of it was genuine concern for the Knight.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 15, 2008 23:23:13 GMT -5
Samantha took the hint and released her hold on the ice pack. She raised a condescending eyebrow at David. "I was only doing as he asked," she replied curtly, her cheeks coloring. "If you want to haul him off to Good Hope, be my guest. And do try and watch your language or people may come to think you a brute with no sense of civility. On second thought, best to approach ourselves with honesty, I should think."
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 15, 2008 23:32:14 GMT -5
Gavin opened his eyes, coloring slightly.
"David, I appreciate the concern, but you're talking to a guy who spent several centuries galloping on horseback with a big, pointy stick at other guys on horseback with big, pointy sticks. I'm used to the whole concussion thing. And um, Miss Cross, David probably shouldn't've called you a bitch, but you probably shouldn't've called him a chauvenistic egomanic. He's really a nice guy. Best friend you could ever have."
Gavin looked back and forth at them hopefully, still holding on the ice-pack. If they started arguing again, he was going to get a blistering headache.
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Post by Jules on Feb 15, 2008 23:39:43 GMT -5
David was about to reply bitingly, when he remembered Gavin. Oh right. That guy with the lump on his head. He probably didn't need a shouting match right now.
"Alright, you're right. I'm sorry Gavin." He didn't apologize to Samantha, however, because in his esteemed opinion, he was 100% correct about her. Which didn't stop her from being gorgeous, but whatever. That really wasn't important.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 15, 2008 23:55:10 GMT -5
Feeling as if she were somehow being bested, she sniffed self-righteously. "Yes, I apologize as well, Gavin." Little did she know it, but she was having simliar thoughts. Namely, that she was more than right about him, and she'd had every right to call him a chauvenistic egomaniac. "You'll forgive me for not holding the same opinion. I don't find him pleasant at all," she said in response to David being "a really nice guy".
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 16, 2008 0:10:55 GMT -5
Gavin beamed at them with the misguided self-righteousness of having done something Very Good Indeed. Ha, he could do conflict resolution after all, just like it said on his resume! He hadn't lied when he applied for his job after all!
"Good. Why don't you shake hands on it? You're both decent people and, er... I see no reason why you can't get along."
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