You Had It Coming! || Ellie

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

GONNA KEEP IT MOVIN' WILD....
I'M A REAL WILD CHILD.

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Another day. Another scavenger hunt. Since the outbreak this little venture had become habit for Marvin, aiding scavengers on their trips beyond the boundaries of the Safe Lands. It actually gave him a purpose, to fight off zombies whilst they did their work, and furthermore it made him feel like the 'badass' he believed himself to be. Just another pump into the ego balloon.

It was the evening with the sunlight still illuminating London though it was shrouded with cloud. The destination was the area around the Paradise Lost Clubhouse. Marvin actually knew of the clubhouse itself, as he had been before the outbreak, though only because one of his acquaintances owned a motorcycle. The scavengers had barricaded themselves in the nearby cornershop, sorting and reaping supplies. Marvin, being his usual deviant self, had wandered off, skulking into the clubhouse to satisfy his thirst for adventure and curiosity. He also felt hot, sticky from sweat. He figured that the clubhouse would have toilets somewhere, a place to relieve himself and splash cold water over his face. Hand holding onto his latest weapon - an emergency axe - he skulked his way through the clubhouse, sticking to the most illuminated areas so he was not ambushed by zombie vermin.

Finally he had found a toilet. It was a ladies one, though he was not showing an ounce of care. He honestly did not expect to see anyone in here anyway. Upon entering, it was empty. Right enough, there was nobody. Three of the five cubicle doors were open, the other two closed, the tiles were dirtied though still clean enough to reflect the icy white emergency lighting. He thought he was entirely alone until he felt something lurk behind him.

Feeling something brush his shoulder, Marvin snapped around, pivoting quickly on his heel, looking on with alarm. He had been been followed by a zombie. It was a female, with a mop of matted blonde hair. She had a leather jacket on, surprisingly still in tact, though her scarlet dress underneath was ripped and soiled with blood, and other liquids Marvin could take a guess in identifying. Her neck was bent, head almost touching her shoulder, letting out low moans.

"Oh hey there baby," he whistled out shakily. He felt his heart race and a flush of adrenaline.

She groaned, moving closer, emitting a gargling sound from her throat.

"What's that sweetheart?" He spoke condescendingly, placing two fingers behind his ear. "Here for a quickie in the toilet? Come closer, I know you can't resist this sexy body...." He spoke, watching the female zombie lift her arms as if to reach out and grab him. Of course, someone like Marvin Sully had to mess around with the female zombies. They were fun to wind up, as they didn't answer back. Free hand twitched, egging her to come closer. "Come on."

His lips curled like he was half snarling, half amused. He raised his axe weapon, knuckles blanching from his tightening grip. "Hey look, I have protection." Weapon held upright like a baseball player, he waited for her to inch closer, teeth nibbling his lip. He then threw his axe, taking her head right off. It fell to the floor with one squelching thud rolling toward one of the cubicles. Marvin swallowed loudly. "Nah thanks, I don't fancy getting zombie stds." Marvin breathed, lowering his axe, feeling his heart rate slow and his chest heave. The adrenaline rush he got from slaying zombies was a like a drug. He addicted to the feeling. It made him feel good, motivated, upbeat and buzzed.

Nature was calling, and he could no longer avoid it. Axe atop the sink counter, he went into a cubicle, at the ready to have a pee. He was paranoid that something else was ready to ambush him, and he kept shooting timid glances over his shoulder. Though eventually he was distracted by the zombie head resting at his feet, rolled eyes looking upward toward him. He felt a pinch of disgust and even an ounce of fear. "Stop watching me pee, you dirty wench!" Marvin spat out a little too loudly. He then tapped the head hard enough with the heel of his foot. It then tumbled and rolled across the tiles toward the door. Zombies were not former human beings with lives, souls and feelings, but vermin. He treated them like they were lower than dirt. Rather nonchalantly, he proceeded in emptying his bladder in the cubicle, the door wide open.

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[ELLIE MAY REED]

All she’d wanted was something to drink. She was sick of her good old pal Phin polishing everything off, so she had decided that she’d head off without him and see what she could find. And what better place to get booze than a bar right? So, she ventured into the clubhouse, not really knowing what to expect. It had been empty upon her arrival and she moved through the building silently, noticing that there was not really a great deal of dust. This told her that she was alone for now, but possibly not for long. She walked in circles, exploring as quickly as she could and eventually locating the bar. She edged round cautiously, worried that something would jump out at her at any second. Nothing. She grinned broadly at her discovery of an almost fully stocked bar. Jackpot! Hurriedly, she dropped bag to the floor and proceeded to pulling bottles and cans from shelves and fridges, dumping them inside. She’d managed to get the bag filled about halfway before she heard the door creak open. Her head snapped up and she darted a look over her shoulder but she didn’t hang around for long. She got to her feet hurriedly and hoisted the bag over her shoulder, it’s contents clinking noisily as she did so. She cringed, but rushed away from the bar, completely alert and taking in everything.

She rushed across to the nearest door she could find, bursting into the ladies toilets. No way out but the way she came. She’d have to wait out whatever or whoever had entered. She ran into one cubicle, setting the bag down atop the unit that concealed the cistern before running into another cubicle and locking the door behind her. Quick as a flash, she planted one booted foot on the toilet seat and lifter herself up to plant the other on the empty loo roll holder. Gripping the top of the cubicle wall she heaved herself – rather ungracefully - over and into the adjacent cubicle, hurriedly locking the door to this one too. Locking herself in one cubicle made her feel safer, but locking two gave her a slightly better chance. She heard the door swing open, colliding slightly with the wall and swinging shut again. She listened to the footsteps as she silently climbed on to the toilet, hiding her feet from view. She listened intently, holding her breath and keeping her eyes locked on the cubicle door.

There was a few moments silence, and then a male voice sounded out, echoing off the tiled walls. A groaned response before the man spoke again. She looked horrified for a moment, then clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. Part of her wanted to exit the stall and peer through the door, but at the same time, she was unarmed and didn’t much fancy the idea of being attacked by zombies, or dudes that flirted with them. The next thing she heard was a rush of air followed by a wet sounding whop! She could only guess what had just happened.

At the sound of urine hitting porcelain, Ellie slid off the toilet and inched the latch across, opening the door just enough to peer through. On the floor lay a decapitated body, its head was out of site. She glanced at mirrors that lined the wall opposite and spied the figure of the man. Across one of the sinks, was an axe. She watched his reflection as she opened the door a fraction at a time, praying that it didn’t creak. Once it was open enough for her to squeeze through, she did so, heading straight for the sinks, treading lightly and sidestepping the body on the floor, pulling a face as she did so. Gross, she thought. She hopped up on to the sink counter with a feline elegance, still she remained noiseless. She shifted the axe to lay across her lap and leant forwards slightly, her hands overhanging her knees and crossed at the wrists as she watched the guys back, waiting for him to finish his business.

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

GONNA KEEP IT MOVIN' WILD....
I'M A REAL WILD CHILD.

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Marvin reveled in killing zombies. Given that his own life was not in jeopardy and he was in an easy situation, he tended to have a bit of fun with them before slaying them. Tormenting them with words was one way of doing it. Another was to just kill them in the most creative way as possible. They were not humanoids to him. As far as he was concerned, they didn't have pasts, loved ones or a collection of memories somewhere. They were just lower than dirt, lower than any foul mess that stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Hence, why Marvin took an almost sadistic delight in slaying them.

Now with that gruesome head kicked away from him, Marvin proceeded in emptying his bladder. Casually he tilted his head back, feeling the strange pleasure in relieving himself in the woman's toilets. He was still paranoid that something else was lurking up behind him, pining to sink its teeth into his flesh, though he took the risk in not turning around. Marvin was confident that he was alone. He finished up, and zipped himself up, flushing the toilet before turning to see a young woman perched upon the sink counter. He flinched at the sight of her, not expecting to see anyone, or even anything in the same toilet as him. Though he was relieved to settle his eyes on a warm blooded, uninfected human being. "Oh hello there," he spoke to the young woman nonchalantly. His heart was still a little fast from the fright he had got, but Marvin tried to mask his timidity with a cool voice. "Where did you come from? I honestly didn't think anyone else was in here," he said, pretty much stating the obvious.

The young man proceeded to the sink and pulled his hat off. He was minding his own business for a few minutes, almost like the girl was a ghost and he had not idea she was there. Marvin then turned the tap on full, water gushing out furiously. He cupped his hands to collect some frigid cold water and splashed it over his face to cool himself off. He still felt hot. The water was another relief to him, cooling the burning up skin on his face. Marvin reached out, pawing for paper towels from the dispenser, bundling them up in his hands and drying the water off him. Head turned to his right, taking an opportunity to look at the girl. He studied her features, from her visage, to her body shape to her attire, even her shoes. She was rather cute. Marvin's head registered that almost instantly. Recognising an attractive female was almost as easy as breathing air. It was an instinct he had, for Marvin was forever looking for a 'mate', especially just for fun. He donned a slight smile. Though it dropped the moment he realised she had his axe on her lap. "What you doing with my axe?" He asked her, voice heavy with a warning. His eyes fixed on it for a moment, before dragging up to initiate eye contact with the young brunette.

No, he didn't like it. Taking his axe (or any weapon) from him was like snatching away his hat. It took away a chunk of his own security. Marvin was a confident, courageous man by heart, but he did have those potholes of insecurity. Besides, that axe was a hard one to find. It was a red tipped emergency axe used to crack open windows or chop down doors in case of fire, but it was also a great tool for slicing the heads and limbs off of zombies.

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Ellie had to stifle a snort of laughter as she watched the guys head tip backwards. She had never really understood why most men did that when urinating, but she sure as hell found it a little funny. When he turned around to face her and flinched she smiled coyly, the corners of her mouth turning up slowly. Her eyes locked on to his and held their stare intently. As he tried to act cool, her smile widened and she waited for him to finish speaking before she opened her mouth. ”You’re never as alone as you think you are,” she told him. ”There’s always someone or something lurking near by. You should be more careful where you take your dates…” she glanced at the head that lay by the cubicles, head cocked as though she were thinking. She watched him move towards the sink and shifted the axe slightly to cross one leg over the other as tiny specks of water splashed her.

Her smile had vanished as his eyes wandered over her, replaced by a neutral expression. She rested and elbow on her knee and propped her chin up on her fist, arching a brow as she waited for him to look at her face again. Her smile quickly returned as he noticed the axe in her lap, a spark of mischief in her eyes. She ran a slender finger along the handle, stroking it delicately. She particularly enjoyed the underlying threat in his tone. Perhaps a new game was on the cards. ”Your axe?” she asked innocently, her tone sugary sweet. Followed by, ”Prove it,” in a more challenging manner, that mischievous glint still there, daring him to play. ”You see… You left it laying around.” she tutted and shook her head. ”That was careless because you see… Now it’s my axe.” She watched his face for a reaction, her own expression one of complete amusement. She gripped the handle tightly in her left hand, twisting it slightly in anticipation for what would come next. Would he bite, or wouldn’t he?

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

GONNA KEEP IT MOVIN' WILD....
I'M A REAL WILD CHILD.

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He was attentive to the girl the moment he turned around, his lip curling with a little interest. "True." He snorted a quiet laugh at her comment. "She wanted to come into the toilet. She followed me in." The young man took a brief moment to glance over his shoulder at the decapitated head he had booted away earlier. His expression scrunched with disgust. He turned to look at the young brunette again.

After he had dried himself off with his handful of paper towels, Marvin looked to the axe on her lap. He really did not like people touching his things. His hat, his axe and his guitar...they were all instruments of security for the young man, although he didn't want to confess he relied on something. At first he grimaced, then his eyes narrowed as he watched her finger run along the axe handle smoothly. "Yes, my axe." His head snapped up, looking into her light eyes. Marvin felt remote surprise at her challenge to prove it. Raising his hand he drummed his fingers off his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. Eyes averted to the ceiling. "Well, I was the only one in the bathroom and there is an axe near me....Hmm, I wonder." He pondered, before finally dropping his hand to his side. "Of course it's mine!" The young man blurted out, getting a little vexed by the girl already, though he still felt like having a bit of fun. He had to be careful though, for Marvin's mood was always on the tipping point. His light hearted mood could drain in such little time. That was one of Marvin's main problems. He was so easily wound up or to pull into a rotten mood. Looking at her he smiled a little flirtatiously. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't always use these muscles to wrestle zombie scum into submission." He spoke smoothly, lightly flexing his arm and clasping his biceps. "I chop their heads off." He just had to take that opportunity to boast and brag about himself.

Though there was a limit to his charm. He felt his patience level drain when she laid a claim on his precious weapon. She was really challenging him now. Marvin actually loved a challenge, simply because he thought he could better anyone in a war of words or a fist fight. Of course he wasn't always victorious. Momentarily his stare hardened, eyebrows pulling together as he felt himself get even more irritated at the girl. So she had just sauntered in and took his beloved weapon whilst he was occupied elsewhere. Marvin did not like that, even if it were a joke. An irritated Marvin was hard to pull into a good mood again. A deep sigh rushed from his lungs. His hand gestured to the cubicle that he was in earlier. "So whilst I was taking a piss you stole my axe." Marvin spoke concretely, dropping his hand. "How very considerate of you." Marvin spoke very sarcastically, his voice somehow becoming louder though he was not shouting at the girl. And then came the sting. "Cow." All the charm had completely gone. It was not the worst thing he could call her.


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She shrugged. "Well it is the ladies," she told him pointedly. "Dead or alive, she still looks pretty female to me. You on the other hand... Not so much,,," She watched his expression change, waiting. She wasn't entirely sure what she was waiting for exactly but she knew that when it came it would be good.

Marvin didn't have to confess that he relied on anything, it was apparent in everything he did. His reactions, comments and body language said it all. Everybody had something that they relied on. Something that made them feel safe. For Ellie it was her speed and size. Luckily for her, those were two things that nobody could take away from her. She didn't need anything else. Weapons, especially something as heavy as an axe, would have only slowed her down and forced her to fight against the undead and that was something she planned on not doing anytime soon. She had every intention of giving him back his security blanket, but he didn't need to know that just yet. For now, she would have some fun.

She held his stare and her lips curled into a half smile which idened slightly as he tapped his chin. He reminded her of her old neighbours three year old daughter. She used to do the exact same thing. His sudden outburst only made her smile more. Fun indded. She shook her head. "But you weren't the only one in the bathroom were you," she stated. "Being near it proves nothing." She didn't return his smile, opting to give him a look that showed just how unimpressed she was by his flexing. "Wow... Check out those guns," she said dryly. She looked at the head again and nodded, eyebrows raised slightly. "Yeah I got that..." she said as he stated the obvious. "Are you always this modest?" she asked him, toying with the axe handle once again.

She was loving every second of this and it showed clear as day. If there was one thing that Ellie May Reed was good at it was pushing buttons. And she thoroughly enjoyed it. She shifted slightly, getting comfortable. Her expression was one expectant of insults and judging by the look on his face, she wouldn't have to wait long. Game on, she thought. Her eyes followed his gesture, flitting briefly to the cubicle and returning immediately to his face while he continued to bleat on about his precious axe. She simply shrugged when he told her how considerate she was. The shrug alone was enough to say 'don't mention it' and was followed with a comment. "I aim to please..." Then there it was. The long awaited insult. Just a single word. Cow. She held his stare for a moment before bursting into laughter. She'd been called a cow several times in recent weeks. It seemed that the zombie outbreak had not only taken hundreds of lives, but apparently peoples ability to throw around a half decent insult also. She took a deep breath to regain composure, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye with a knuckle. "Oh come on! You can do better than that, surely!" she exclaimed, remnants of laughter still present in her voice. "A man of your calibre and all you can come up with is 'cow'? That's almost as disappointing as your little golf balls," she finished, nodding at his arms.

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

GONNA KEEP IT MOVIN' WILD....
I'M A REAL WILD CHILD.

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"I don't follow rules." Marvin declared. "The ladies can be more comfortable anyway." Then an unpleasant memory came to him. He remembered stumbling into the men's toilet in a LGBT bar, and was asked by another male if he wanted to receive some 'favors'. Marvin was not gay, furthermore was not into the idea of cottaging. That was the last time he dared to step into one of those bars. Head shook quickly to toss the memory off. "Besides, who gives a shit?" He blurted out, voice raised a bit higher. "I know I don't." His shoulders shrugged.

A hot breath rushed from his nose like an angered bull. "Don't care. It's mine." His voice was concrete. Hand reached out, palm upward. He twitched his fingers. "Give it back, now." Marvin demanded. He could play around for a bit, but not when it came to this. He was ardent to get his axe back in his possession. Expression softened, head tilting to one side. Marvin then spoke condescendingly. "Sweetheart, do you want me to fight you for it? 'Cause I will." And he would. He didn't initiate fights with girls, really. Usually girls fought with him. Though he had been in a brawl with a woman before - one in a car park over a ten pound note. Ridiculous.

Eyes narrowed even more once she burst into laughter. Boy he was irritated that she was amused by him in such a mocking way. A sigh heaved from his chest. "Wow, someone sounds like a hyena with constipation," he spoke snidely, eyes rolling. She didn't really. Marvin was just trying his best to win points with rather useless insults. Tongue clicked off his teeth, making a soft tutting sound. "Damn right I can do better than that. If you wanna see that side of me keep pissing me off like you're doing right now," he warned, and strangely enough ... he smiled. It was not a warm, amicable smile, but one of malice and slightly threatening, like he was about to take joy in tormenting her back. Oh Marvin could kick it up a gear if the girl really wanted him to. All she had to do was vex him some more, and then the devil horns will start to protrude out of his head. It was such a shame that the girl was cute though. She was definitely attractive.

He finally spoke up again. "...And as a matter of fact, these aren't 'little'." He spoke with a hard tone, but he almost immediately changed it. With an attentive, hard stare he flexed his arm again, that rather creepy smile broadening. "Something tells me you want to have a feel at me. I'll let you have a grope if you want proof," Marvin spoke, voice melting down into a deep velvety tone. Flirting again, Mr Sully? Naturally. He liked to believe this girl's way of flirting was to wind him up. Some girls did it that way. Marvin only responded with being irritating in return. Though that was just the tip of the iceberg. He could get much, much worse.


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”Well then I guess that makes two of us…” she said in response to his declaration. In her eyes, rules were made to be broken. Her teachers had hated her. A wasted talent. Why couldn’t she have been more like her brother? Intelligent and well behaved. Well, as much as she had loved Howl – and it wasn’t always the case - but well behaved was mind-numbingly boring. They had balanced each other out though, once upon a time. She flashed him another one of her mocking smiles as he asked who gave a shit, the pitch in his voice had changed and whether it was her doing or not, he sounded mildly uncomfortable.

She stared at his wiggling fingers for a few long moments and pursed her lips as if she may actually be considering giving it back. Then came his demand. Her expression hardened and she looked back up into his eyes. Nobody told her what to do. Nobody. The next challenge from her was an unspoken one. It was simply an expression that said ‘Make me.’ Her expression brightened ever so slightly at his condescending tone and she spoke up once again. ”First of all… I’m not your sweetheart,” she told him. She was nobody’s sweetheart. Ever. She leaned closer to him and continued, her voice almost a whisper as her eyes held his. ”And secondly… You don’t scare me, bad boy.” Her eyes swept over him again, her expression slightly judgemental. Then came the biggest challenge so far. ”Hit me,” she said suddenly. She tapped her cheek. ”Right here. Go on… I dare you…” She stared into his face with a great intensity. Like she wanted him to actually crack her one in the jaw, a glint of excitement flashed in her blue eyes.

She pushed her bottom lip out in a small pout as more insults spilled from his mouth. ”Wow. Someone sounds like he’s trying a bit too hard to offend,” she shot back sarcastically, her own eyes rolling also. ”I mean, a constipated hyena… Really?” she gave him two thumbs up. ”You’re killing me here…” Another short laugh escaped her as she shook her head. She wondered how long it would take this guy to realise that she wasn’t easily phased by words. Still, she thought he could do a lot better than ‘cow’ and ‘constipated hyena’. She’d heard worse insults from a four year old. She returned his malicious smile with one of enjoyment. ”Are you threatening me?” she asked him slowly, biting down slightly on her lower lip as she thought about it. The idea of being threatened amused her. She was used to empty threats, could he surprise her?

She rolled her eyes as he spoke again. ”Uh-huh. And I suppose you’re going to tell me that they aren’t the only thing that isn’t little…” she said. Her brow arched once again as he offered her a grope. ”Wow. Yeah… ‘Cause that’s not rapey at all…” She wrinkled her nose a little at the ‘charmer’ that stood before her. Jeez when did this guy last get laid? she found herself thinking. Probably quite some time ago, if ever, based on the slime that he was currently oozing in her direction. She frowned at him thoughtfully. ”You’re very fond of yourself aren’t you?” she asked him, head tilted slightly to the side. ”In fact… Isn’t there a song about you? Oh what’s it called!” she clicked her fingers a few times as if she couldn’t remember and it was helping her think. Then she snapped her fingers loudly and pointed at him. ”Carly Simon! You’re So Vain! That’s it!” She laughed again. It was a great song and as far as she could tell so far, it suited him well.

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

GONNA KEEP IT MOVIN' WILD....
I'M A REAL WILD CHILD.

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He was notorious for giving girls condescending nicknames, to either piss them off or to dominate. Eyebrows twitched as his interest piqued when she approached him, coming closer. His lips were curling very slowly into a half smile, a smug one at that. "Oh you're not my sweetheart? Alright then, bitch. Marvin hissed out 'bitcb' heavily, voice booming louder than before, though still not at that level of shouting. A loud cackle came from him as she dubbed him 'bad boy', averting his gaze elsewhere and rubbing his nose. "Bad boy? Why thank you," he thanked her, though with lack of geniality. His appreciation was not genuine either. Marvin mirrored her eye movement, sweeping his gaze over her body once again. In his mind she was too cute to be aggressive or threatening to him.

Then came to the nip. Hit her? Hit her? Was she really crazy? If this girl were a male, he would hook him right on the chin. But, she was a girl. Marvin did not hit women. Though instead of straight out denying her offer, he only furrowed his eyebrows in amusement. Marvin was a bit weirded out by this girl, no doubt. Never had a girl asked him to hit her before, even just jokingly. "You got some weird fetishes girl" he spoke, holding his gaze upon her. "You like getting battered by men or something? I wouldn't go telling people that. 'Cause one of these days some guy will." He snickered devilishly. Marvin then reached for his hat, which had been sitting idle on the bathroom counter for some time. It was splashed with small splodges of water. He pulled it on his head, slanting it. "Besides, I don't want to ruin that pretty face of yours." He stressed, voice curving like he was being sarcastic. He was not really being sarcastic. If this girl had one good quality about her, it was that she was a piece of eye candy. Marvin then continued, dampening his 'compliment'. "'Cause you know, we could use some pretty slags around here." Ouch. Though it was rather predictable and unoriginal to call a woman a 'slag', though Marvin did consider on saying something else, something more vile and degrading.

It sucked that she was not offended by his silly remarks at all. She had some tough exterior. Marvin frowned. "Bitch, I'm being nice to you. Be thankful for it." He hissed firmly, looking over her with a quick hard stare. Dark eyes narrowed when she asked if he was threatening her. He was really, but he was defensive over it. Arms crossed his chest. "Pfft, no." He scoffed. You would know if I was."

He was disappointed that she didn't to have a feel at his arms. He puffed out an irritated sigh. "Oh wow We have a mind reader!" Marvin bellowed out with heavy sarcasm. Yes he was a bit 'rapey' from the bird's eye view, but Marvin just thought he was having fun, and pushing his luck a little too far. Gaze was firm as she clicked her fingers. The Carly Simon classic fitted him perfectly (especially the 'hat strategically tipped below one eye') , and the reference was clever. Marvin was not insulted by that. Though what did anger him, however, was that irritating laugh she was firing out. "You have the most hideous laugh ever," he growled lowly. "Thanks for the reference though. But you forgot one thing about me," Marvin spoke, turning the tap on and cupping his hands below the cold flow of water. He gathered up a pool in his palms, feeling it start to trickle from between his fingers. He then splashed it over the girl, trying to spill as much of the water on her as possible. "I get the bitches wet." Marvin was surprisingly enjoying this confrontation. He was feeding off the buzz he was getting from it.


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It took a hell of a lot to piss Ellie off with name calling, and nobody dominated her. Ever. Marvin really had his work cut out for him with this one. She shook her head at him when he effectively repeated what she’d said about being his sweetheart. Then he called her a bitch. She smiled. That was better! Not much, but it was a definite improvement from cow. She had to give him credit for that, even if he was telling her something she already knew. Not verbally though. She’d wouldn’t voice her credit just yet. She was certain he could do better than that as well. Instead, she let him continue. She remained silent, curious to see what he would throw at her next. He shouldn’t be fooled by her cuteness. Ellie was a little firecracker and nobody could ever really know what was in store when they came across the youngster.

The sixteen year old had a knack for delivering the unexpected and today was no different. She watched his expression, studying his face closely and wondering if he would actually hit her or not. She doubted it. Most guys this day in age wouldn’t hit a girl for whatever reason. Her smile never faltered as he spoke again, this time about fetishes. ”Wouldn’t be the first time,” she told him. ”And I doubt it would be the last. But you…” she pointed at him. ”You never fail to disappoint do you?” The question was more a statement, but she had a feeling he would answer it anyway. Her gaze followed the extension of his arm, falling upon his hat and she watched as he positioned it on his head. Her smile grew. The sarcasm was a nice touch. Conceited as it may sound, she knew she was nice to look at, even when looking slightly dishevelled she got a few second glances. She lifted a hand slowly and placed it gently on her chest. ”Awww you think I’m pretty! How sweet!” Her own voice was heavy with sarcasm.

She chose to ignore the ‘slag’ comment for the time being, though she was pretty certain that the word would rear its ugly head again at some point. She supposed she didn’t really help the situation given her current choice of clothing. Shorts so tiny that should she bend over, the world might see what she had for breakfast and a loose fitted sleeveless t-shirt that covered a lot less than it revealed. She had decided to go without her signature fishnet tights today, not that it was really relevant. They wouldn’t have done a very good job in covering anything else.

She shook her head slowly. ”I don’t need to read your mind,” she told him. ”You’re just predictable. Shame really… I kind of fancied a bit of a challenge today. Never mind. I guess you can’t always get what you want.” she sighed. She rolled her eyes as he commented on her laugh. ”My heart, it bleeds,” came her dry response. She arched a brow curiously when he mentioned that she had forgotten one thing. She didn’t even know him. How could she forget anything? Ellie felt a sudden shock and gasped as the cold water connected with her skin and she sat for a moment, stunned and dripping. She stared, not sure if she was angry or not. Finally, she used her palm to wipe the mini rivers from her arm and shook the residue over him. ”And this is you being nice? You want me to be thankful?” She asked. Her mind reverted back to the slag comment and it lingered there for some time. Oh well, if he was going to call her a slag, might as well live up to the reputation right? ”Kinda makes me wanna see you not being nice…” She left the comment open for his own interpretation. She hadn’t moved back much since leaning closer to prove how unafraid of him she was and she was well aware of their proximity to each other. It was time to take things up a notch. She trailed a slender finger slowly across the droplets of water on her bare thigh before reaching out to Marvin and stroking the fabric that stretched over his chest. Eyes of piercing blue burned into his and her seductive smile made it’s first appearance of the day. ”Exactly just how thankful would you like me to be?” she asked him, her eyes not leaving his face for a second. She didn’t know how he would react to this sudden ‘development but what sis did know was that things were about to get a whole lot more interesting.

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

GONNA KEEP IT MOVIN' WILD....
I'M A REAL WILD CHILD.

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It was common for Marvin to encounter people like this, and it was always women. Perhaps it was just his own nature that prompted this kind of interaction with women? Though after his encounter with Jessie, the quiet red headed girl, he figured it was just chance that he met these kind of people. He huffed an irritated sigh. "No. I never disappoint. Don't you be forgetting that," Marvin spoke in a very 'matter of fact' tone. He was that narcissistic - he actually thought he was the bee's knees amongst mankind, especially now that he was 'saving' people from the threat of zombies by actively seeking them out and slaying them. Feeling her hand upon his chest he looked down, feeling the temptation to smirk, but instead he looked up with a sneer. Marvin lifted his own hand and tapped hers away. "Don't touch me," he spoke solidly. He was not at all bothered that she was touching him. He was saying that just to irritate her, or to get another rise. Though in his own defense Marvin believed she was doing the same to him.

'Slag' was a horrible word to use, but it was in Marvin's vocabulary. He had noticed the outfit she was wearing. It was summer so he was not really that surprised, but she was hardly wearing anything at all. There was a lot of flesh for his eyes to feast on. Marvin liked that, even though she didn't leave much to the imagination. The male did find himself glancing over her, interest piqued at how much she was revealing. How old was she? Marvin really could not tell. Perhaps as old as he was, or maybe a little younger. That thought also made him realise something else - he didn't know her name. This was possibly the longest time he had ever interacted with someone without knowing their name.

He clicked his tongue off his teeth. "I'm predictable? I was gonna say the same thing about you," he snapped at the girl, glancing over her quickly and blatantly. "I mean, you seem to dress like a right tart and so far I get the impression you are a slag." He gestured to her outfit, though strangely enough admiring her at the same time. Marvin then looked up, pretending he was not interested, and furrowed his eyebrows. "And your acting is terrible," he mumbled, just throwing that line in for the sake of trying to insult her. That was when he turned to the water. His words were not getting him anywhere, so a splash of cold water on pretty face of hers was bound to just rile her up. As he splashed her, he laughed more devilishly than playfully. He loved her reaction. "Well that shut your face," Marvin nipped, rubbing his hands against his jeans to dry them off. Come to think of it, he was half playing with her, half fighting with her. Funny to say that Marvin thought their interaction to be rather fun, even though right now he thought her to be a nasty little nymph.

"Damn right I want you to be thankful." Marvin hissed, his voice booming a little louder than before and strangely enough, warped into a bit of a New Zealand accent. It slipped in every so often as he spoke. He was born to New Zealand/Maori parents, so sometimes it came naturally to him. Dark eyes watched the girl as she touched her thigh, and Marvin breathed in sharply, not even answering her rhetoric question. His gaze locked on her finger as she moved it across his chest. Not surprisingly, he was enjoying it. However, he relaxed his shoulders and straightened his back, catching that seductive smile of hers. "Do you not listen? I told you not to touch me," he demanded, though this time his voice was more velvety and smooth, like he was flirting with her in return. Still, he was not going to give in...yet. "Do you flirt with every guy you meet? Or am I just an exception?" He really hoped it was the latter, just because Marvin liked to feel special.


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The youngster nodded slowly, as if taking a mental note that she should never forget the extent of this guy’s ‘awesome’. Really, she was thinking that he was something else! Never before had she met someone who thought so highly of themselves. Well, not since the outbreak anyway. She removed her hand when he told her not to touch him and she couldn’t figure out what the problem was. He seemed to have changed his tune as moments ago he’d been trying to get her to have a little grope of his arms. She rolled her eyes. ”Make your mind up,” she muttered as she went back to gripping his axe and swinging her legs slightly.

Being called a slag didn’t really bother her all that much. There were still plenty of worse things she’d been called in the past and by people that were a lot closer to home than this stranger. She’d also been called worse things by so called friends and people that apparently knew everything about her when really, they knew what she wanted them to know, which was nothing. The boys at school had been particularly nasty, chasing her around like a lost puppy with desperation in their eyes until she rejected them and they resorted to harsh words to hide their wounded ego. She’d heard them all, from tart to slapper to tease and worse. The more she heard the words directed at her, the less of an impact they had and the more of a game it became to her. This encounter with Marvin was no different. The more insults he threw at her, the more fun she got to have and the more fun she had, the further she wanted to push him. It was a never ending cycle. Nothing more than a game of dominance – but who would win and who would lose?

She grinned at him as he snapped at her again but her look of triumph was short lived as he continued to throw his vicious words, insulting everything from her choice of attire to her acting ability. Her shoulders dropped as she tugged on the front of her shirt, stretching it out slightly to get a better look at the Guns ‘n’ Roses logo. It was one thing to call her hurtful names but having a dig at the way she dressed? That was just completely uncalled for. That, combined with the sudden chill of icy water, was definitely enough to shut her up. But not for long. ”My acting may be terrible but you’re just a spiteful little boy,” she threw back at him. She released her shirt, allowing it to ping back against her body as warm tears stung her eyes. There was a long pause before she spoke again. ”I’ll bet you’re from that Safe Lands place, aren’t you?” she said harshly. ”Having company all the time, having a purpose. People bringing shit back for you. Killing zombies for fun” she spat, gesturing sharply to the motionless creature on the floor and shaking her head in disgust. ”Well I don’t get people doing things for me and this crap is all I could find.” Tears began to fall. Surely a guy should know better than to make negative comments on a girl’s appearance. She kept her eyes away from him. ”It’s not easy out here you know, being alone all the time, struggling to find food. Not knowing if anything lurks where you’re sleeping. No teams of people will come rushing to my aid when I’m surrounded by those things, it’ll just be bye bye Ellie. And all you care about is my clothing and this poxy fucking axe!” She shoved the weapon to the floor angrily and it landed with a loud, heavy clatter that echoed around them. ”I bet you’ve all got store rooms full of weapons that your little scouting parties bring back and you’re bitching about this one little thing! What is it? Don’t leave anything around that might mean someone outside your walls can have a chance at surviving? You lot have sucked this city dry of everything!” She stopped ranting and drew in a shaky breath as tears of anger and hurt continued to spill after her sudden outburst.

As he confirmed that he wanted her to be thankful, she looked a little shocked. Her lips curled into a smile that showed she was pleasantly surprised. A guy with an accent? Nice. She didn’t know why but to her, there were only two things that made a guy infinitely more attractive. One was tattoos. The other was an accent. Her smile widened as he spoke again in a softer tone than before. She didn’t remove her finger from his chest this time. Keeping her eyes on his, she continued to move her finger lightly across the material, tracing the muscle definition beneath it. ”You also told me you’d let me have a feel,” she said pointedly. She leaned closer to him bringing her hand up to rest delicately on his shoulder, her own rolling up into a slight shrug. ”Not every guy. Just the one’s that aren’t afraid to bite back…” She purred. ”And so far you’re the only one that’s cut it.” Her smile never faltered and her stare never left his face as she wondered what would happen next.

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

GONNA KEEP IT MOVIN' WILD....
I'M A REAL WILD CHILD.

Oh he was an arrogant jerk. He would not be surprised if Ellie had recognised that by now. Anybody would. Irritably he huffed a quick sigh, looking attentively at the axe laden in her grasp. It still irked him that she still had it in her possession. She dominated him that way and of course he did not like it. Hence, there was no real surprise by Marvin resorted into calling her a 'slag', though he was more than capable of calling her something more unpleasant, something more grotesque.

Marvin was distracted by the movement of her shirt for a moment, then he lifted his gaze to her eyes. The moisture in them did not go unnoticed. "Yeah I am. Why?" Marvin quizzed, almost taken back that she was hastily pressing him with questions like being from the Safe Lands was an issue. The young man then clamped his teeth together, holding his words as this girl rambled on. Then came the crying. The sight of falling tears prompted him to lift his hands, palms facing the girl as if he was defending himself. "Woah woah woah, calm down!" Marvin drew out, his words heavy with alarm and anxiety more than anger. What had come over her all of a sudden? Did he touch a tender nerve somewhere? Watching people sob gave him a discomfort he found difficult to wriggle out of. Marvin was no compassionate being. In fact, he was rather the opposite, being cold and distant, especially to those he hardly knew. Though there was a pinch of compassion in him somewhere, but it took a strong bond to dig that out from him. The lump in his throat bobbed as he cleared his throat hard, listening to the girl suddenly pour her heart out. Marvin was stuck what to think of her now. Then she shoved his weapon to the floor. The young man felt his shoulders tense and his body sway backward at the loud clatter. When the woman had finished he found his cue to add in his own bit.

"Alright alright alright. Shut up, please," he fired his words out rapidly, eyebrows pulling together with vexation and discomfort. His right forefinger hooked onto his left forefinger, as if counting out his list on his hands. "One, the Safe Lands is there for a reason. It's called survival, and nobody expect anyone to stay outside its walls to fend for themselves," Marvin declared, then moving onto the tip of his middle finger. "Two....why are you moaning about it? If you want to be in the Safe Lands then you can just go there, 'cause, obviously you know it exists. I really don't know what your problem is?" His complaint warped itself into a question unintentionally. Hands dropped by his side for a moment, until he lifted his right hand and pointed at her rudely. "So stop your bitching. If you continue with this shit, I'm leaving!" He flicked his thumb, as if gesturing his exit. Marvin tried to make his point clear with a blaring, firm tone. Then it was silence from him. The male went quiet, chest heaving with deep, speedy breaths as he tried to calm himself. He was such a heartless boy, and believed he had a point. Marvin was notorious for dealing with tender moments the wrong way, like rubbing salt into a wound. He was pissed again.....somehow.

The dropped weapon was not forgotten about, and he grabbed it from the floor with one deft swoop, throwing it into the sink right behind him with a much louder clatter than when it hit the floor. A hot breath flooded from his nostrils like an angered bull. He had turned his discomfort and anxiety into sheer anger, something that Marvin did often. He really had to control himself. Knowing Mr Sully, he probably pissed himself off for not being able to handle tearful women.

He grew wary of her as she changed her tune. The young man was really confused about her motives, though if she played nice with him, he would be more civil with her. He noticed that she had not followed his command not to touch him, but he didn't press that command any further and let it slip. This change of attention toward him was soothing him, calming him from his rant earlier. "So you like a challenge? Figured as much," he spoke to her, feeling a little more confident that this girl was not as bad as he thought. However Marvin was still going to take everything she said with a pinch of salt. He prayed she would not burst into another flood of tears. Dark eyes still focused on her pretty features, and he found himself smiling again. "Name's Marvin." He finally introduced himself. It came to his realisation that he could not match a name to this girl's face. It was because he had never learned it. They had bitched, shouted, moaned, flirted, cried to one another yet still did not know of each other's names. What an ice breaker! At once he cleared his throat, addressing an issue that concerned him in a sense. "So what was with the crying?" Marvin finally asked, curious to know. He was not sure if she was testing him or not.

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She narrowed her eyes bitterly as he confirmed he was from the Safe Lands. Being from the Safe Lands was definitely an issue to her. That place had ruined her life and she would never set foot inside those walls. There was a long pause, her eyes burning as she fought back tears. She wouldn’t let them fall. Not until the time was just right. As she went off on her little rant, she started tugging at her shirt again, frowning at the hem and twisting it between her fists. She pulled it left and right, frowning at the faded fabric, deepening with every angered twist she made. She felt hot tears and gritted her teeth as she focused her attention harder on the shirts logo. Then she finally allowed the tears to flow freely, leaving little black rivers across her cheeks. With every word she spoke, her voice increased in volume. She wasn’t shouting, but by no means was she speaking quietly anymore. He reacted defensively, but she didn’t stop and being told to calm down only fuelled her more. She gave a violent yank, slightly tearing the very little seam the shirts arm hole had as she did so. ”Don’t tell me to calm down!” she suddenly screamed at him, kicking her heels harshly against the counter she sat on, her fists releasing her shirt again as she also slammed balled hands down against the surface on either side of her legs, the axe skittering the tiled floor.

She swiped at her eyes angrily and sniffled, grasping the edge of the counter with a white knuckle grip as he told her to shut up. She glared at him, but let him speak as she continued to wipe away tears, secretly satisfied with the uncomfortable look he was giving her. She listened as he spoke, her glare getting harsher as he made two “valid” points about the Safe Lands. She cut him off when he mentioned her going to the Safe Lands. ”No. I don’t want to go there.” He continued. She arched a brow at him. “My problem? ….That place destroyed my life! I lost my entire family trying to get to that fucking safe haven. It’s the reason I have nothing left and you think I want to go there?” She shook her head in disbelief. She rolled her eyes when he said he’d leave if she carried on. ”What a travesty that would be…” she muttered almost inaudibly.

She fought back a smirk as he snatched up the axe and launched it angrily into the sink. She sighed and rubbed her head as the silence stretched between them. Now that she had unknowingly proven her point to Marvin, she changed her attitude, going back to that flirtatious young lady she had been not so long ago. The corners of her lips curled up slightly as she noticed he made no attempt to remove her hand from his figure. ”It’s no fun if there’s no challenge,” she clarified, though she figured he was the type of guy to already know that fact. She returned his smile, this time there were no ulterior motives behind it. No mystery, no seduction and no smugness. Just a genuine smile. Her hand remained pressed lightly against his shoulder and her stare never strayed from his face. ”Nice to meet you, Marvin,” she said, though she made no attempt at introducing herself. Introductions were a bad idea. She dodged the common courtesy of giving him her name also, and moved on to answer his question instead, her smile widening and she shrugged again. ”You questioned my acting ability…” she stated as if it should have been obvious. ”My reputation was at stake.” She was joking of course. Reputations didn’t mean anything these days, neither did much of anything else, but she still hadn’t finished having fun just yet. She was feeling for a drink though. Her eyes briefly wandered to the cubicle that hid her bag, chewing on her lip before she looked up at him again thoughtfully.

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

GONNA KEEP IT MOVIN' WILD....
I'M A REAL WILD CHILD.

Marvin really could not comprehend what her point was. He was inches away from just blocking her off, just turn away from her little rant. Marvin was not ready to listen to a sob story, nor was he about give the woman compassion or sympathy. With interest and slight wariness Marvin kept his watch on her as she played with her shirt further. The black streaks below her eyes also grabbed his attention, and a snide comment was ready to spring from his lips, though Marvin refrained to avoid getting yelled at further. For once, he held his tongue. For whatever reason, the girl was upset, and apparently it was his fault. Though his body flinched at the scream of her voice. Eyelids flickered and he found his body bending backwards slightly. "....Fuck's sake woman!" The male yelled at her in return, though the volume of his voice was nowhere near the peak of hers. Once again his back straightened out. Marvin really wanted to provoke her further, as she pulled him into a slightly miserable mood with her temper tantrum. Though he was beginning to believe she was not worth his attention. She was screaming in his face for no reason, as if she was dumping him after a long term relationship.

When she cut him off, he felt his veins heat up with anger. His expression twisted into one of fury. Marvin started to rant the moment he could chip in. "Girl, I don't know your back story. Hell, I just met you. So stop screaming at me with your problems like I'm your shrink, cause,...I ain't. If you want compassion, look elsewhere. I don't have time for whiny bitches like you," he breathed, voice becoming faint as he almost ran out of breath. "Oh yeah, and just to let you know? Everyone has lost someone out here." Marvin though, was one of the more lucky ones, with his family still alive. He had, however, lost a few of his friends. The boy was not close to his family, though he was thankful that Noah was still alive. Fingers reached up and brushed against his lips as he leaned against the counter, allowing the girl to compose herself. It was probably a good idea for him to keep his trap shut.

The smoke had finally cleared, though Marvin still felt a little life buzzing in his veins after the heated argument and tears. Now, she was advancing toward him in a way that Marvin would relish. Had had warned her not to touch him...twice... yet he refused to tell her again or even force her hand away from his chest. Shoulders lifted slightly in a short shrug. "Fair enough," Marvin spoke, surprisingly sounding calm. The genuine smile was mirrored, though he only mirrored it subtly, briefly glancing down at the space between them before looking up to meet her eyes with his own. Wow. They were bawling at one another and now they were surprisingly at peace. He did notice something else, however. He did not know her name. It was something he was not going to leave behind. He was about to ask until he got caught up with the crying subject. He made a soft 'hmm' noise, squinting his eyes and pressing his lips together as if he was in deep thought. "You seriously were pissed. Something tells me you're just a cry baby," he spoke, his voice still soft as he was not trying to provoke her, but he was being entirely honest. "But you're looking at the wrong guy for a shoulder to cry on..." he warned the girl.

No, he was still not letting the name subject drop. "You didn't tell me your name. You're not the best mannered girl I have met, but at least tell me that..." Marvin said smoothly, turning on the charm a little bit as he softened his expression. "I think its fair that you give me yours, seeing I gave you mine." Though his eyes widened slightly with attentiveness as she glanced elsewhere. "What is it?" he asked, following her line of sight to the cubicle.

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