Post by SinclairGodfrey on May 14, 2021 1:01:15 GMT -5
Blake Samuels flashed a nervous smile in the hallway of the arena, and adjusted his rumbled jacket. Then he fell silent as Sinclair Godfrey appeared beside him, frowning as she adjusted her long flowing coat. A faint smile before her eyes narrowed on him, and she reached over to adjust his tie with a hiss. Tightening it slightly, making her cough before tugging at his collar with a finger. She rolled her eyes, and he cleared his throat looking around nervously before turning back to her. 'Looking for Donzig? He's not here, Blake.'
'Ah, just making sure. You two are always together and do that thing where you just show up.' Blake looked around again, hand absently adjusting his tie again. And Sinclair snorted, absently picking at invisible fibers on the sleeve of her coat before she shook her head. 'Anyway, you asked for this --'
'Donzig has better things to do than exchange words with a mortal, I tell Katie Moss this every week.' Sinclair snapped peevishly, and then she narrowed her eyes on Blake. She stepped closer, and grabbed at his hand to lift the mic closer. Then she frowned at him, motioning before she spoke again. 'Isabel Rios. Still lounging around somewhere, doing whatever it is that fighting champions do. Like trying to hook up her loser friends with models, or lounging around drinking cheap booze! I am trying to not make this personal, but frankly? I am getting tired of Isabel and her insta, and her photo shoots, and her loser friends!'
Blake Samuels blinked, and lifted his hand despite warning glance from Sinclair. 'I don't understand why you suddenly have a problem with the Amazons Cha--'
Her hand snapped upwards, and she grabbed his wrist with a slight twist of her fingers. He gasped, lowering his hand quickly back to where it was before she absently smoothed the lapels of his jacket. Then she stepped closer, eyes narrowed before she reached up to flick her hair back from her face. 'I am a child of the Void, a servant of the Empty Night, I only know the endless hunger of the Abyss. I am the apprentice of the Scourge, do you understand that? Isabel Rios is in the way, she has something I want! And what we want? We take.'
Blake looked nervous, nodding slowly before Sinclair tilted her head from side to side. She shrugged her shoulders, and slapped his hand again to get the mic back where she wanted it. 'I see, so you want--'
She waved her hand, fingers flicking before she frowned. 'Which brings me to another person I am not amused with, and I am talking to you Commandrix. The only thing you said that I agree with? Is how Rios is not quite the fighting champion we deserve, but the rest of it? I am not impressed. You walk around with your Dark Stars, and your mission to Shaakar, this and that? But last week? We all saw Donzig and Freakke pin your gladiators in the center of that ring!'
Sinclair glared at Blake as the mic lowered slightly, and she snatched it from his hand. He started to speak, and she held her hand before his face with a roll of her eyes. A shake of her head, and she continued with a faint smirk. 'If you aren't busy doing whatever it is you do, which at least is not posting on Insta or trying to hook up your boys with super models! Thanks be to the Void for that. Maybe you could teleport yourself over to Gus Arnold's office, and ask him to face me in a match! Because, Commandrix I don't have a bloody thing to do at the next show! Aside from watching how Donzig is going to mock you again, and I am sure he will come up with something! But you and I? Well, we both can't have a pound of Isabel's flesh can we?'
Blake stared at her, and started to stammer something. Sinclair rolled her eyes, and shoved the mic at his chest before she turned to stomp off with a swirl of her coat. 'Interview over, and Blake? He's behind you.'
Blake fumbled with the mic, nearly dropping it before he turned pale. And he spun around, almost dropping the mic again as he looked around wildly for Donzig. Shaking his head with a frown before adjusting his jacket with a curt nod before he muttered something under his breath. Then he walked off, just before Donzig stepped from behind a stack of crates to watch him go from behind his mask.
'Ah, just making sure. You two are always together and do that thing where you just show up.' Blake looked around again, hand absently adjusting his tie again. And Sinclair snorted, absently picking at invisible fibers on the sleeve of her coat before she shook her head. 'Anyway, you asked for this --'
'Donzig has better things to do than exchange words with a mortal, I tell Katie Moss this every week.' Sinclair snapped peevishly, and then she narrowed her eyes on Blake. She stepped closer, and grabbed at his hand to lift the mic closer. Then she frowned at him, motioning before she spoke again. 'Isabel Rios. Still lounging around somewhere, doing whatever it is that fighting champions do. Like trying to hook up her loser friends with models, or lounging around drinking cheap booze! I am trying to not make this personal, but frankly? I am getting tired of Isabel and her insta, and her photo shoots, and her loser friends!'
Blake Samuels blinked, and lifted his hand despite warning glance from Sinclair. 'I don't understand why you suddenly have a problem with the Amazons Cha--'
Her hand snapped upwards, and she grabbed his wrist with a slight twist of her fingers. He gasped, lowering his hand quickly back to where it was before she absently smoothed the lapels of his jacket. Then she stepped closer, eyes narrowed before she reached up to flick her hair back from her face. 'I am a child of the Void, a servant of the Empty Night, I only know the endless hunger of the Abyss. I am the apprentice of the Scourge, do you understand that? Isabel Rios is in the way, she has something I want! And what we want? We take.'
Blake looked nervous, nodding slowly before Sinclair tilted her head from side to side. She shrugged her shoulders, and slapped his hand again to get the mic back where she wanted it. 'I see, so you want--'
She waved her hand, fingers flicking before she frowned. 'Which brings me to another person I am not amused with, and I am talking to you Commandrix. The only thing you said that I agree with? Is how Rios is not quite the fighting champion we deserve, but the rest of it? I am not impressed. You walk around with your Dark Stars, and your mission to Shaakar, this and that? But last week? We all saw Donzig and Freakke pin your gladiators in the center of that ring!'
Sinclair glared at Blake as the mic lowered slightly, and she snatched it from his hand. He started to speak, and she held her hand before his face with a roll of her eyes. A shake of her head, and she continued with a faint smirk. 'If you aren't busy doing whatever it is you do, which at least is not posting on Insta or trying to hook up your boys with super models! Thanks be to the Void for that. Maybe you could teleport yourself over to Gus Arnold's office, and ask him to face me in a match! Because, Commandrix I don't have a bloody thing to do at the next show! Aside from watching how Donzig is going to mock you again, and I am sure he will come up with something! But you and I? Well, we both can't have a pound of Isabel's flesh can we?'
Blake stared at her, and started to stammer something. Sinclair rolled her eyes, and shoved the mic at his chest before she turned to stomp off with a swirl of her coat. 'Interview over, and Blake? He's behind you.'
Blake fumbled with the mic, nearly dropping it before he turned pale. And he spun around, almost dropping the mic again as he looked around wildly for Donzig. Shaking his head with a frown before adjusting his jacket with a curt nod before he muttered something under his breath. Then he walked off, just before Donzig stepped from behind a stack of crates to watch him go from behind his mask.
