Post by SinclairGodfrey on Jul 10, 2021 11:45:34 GMT -5
Blake Samuels is standing in catering, a coffee cup in his hand as he speaks to one of the crew. He frowns suddenly, and you can see Sinclair Godfrey sweeping towards him. The Baroness of the KGB doesn't look at all happy, and her coat swirls angrily in her wake before she grabs at it as she halts before Samuels. She tilts her head, frowning at him before she fairly rips the coffee cup from his hand. She stares at it, sneering before she sniffs. 'Milk and extra sugar? Disgusting.'
She hands it to the crew person, and shoves a mic into Samuels' chest which he fumbles to grab. She glares at him, rolling her eyes before she clears her throat. 'I have to address someone, Samuels. So you can finish butchering your coffee, later.'
He frowns, glancing at the coffee cup before she jabs a finger at him. Her hand grabs his wrist, lifting the mic as she tilts her head. The Lady Godfrey is clearing annoyed by something, and she licks her lips before she waves a hand at him before speaking. 'Andi. Snow.'
Samuels nodded, reaching up to fix his tie. Sinclair's eyes narrowed, and he quit as she continued. 'You must be out of your mind. You literally have to be crazy. You walked into NPW and you dared? You dared? You had the audacity to speak about Donzig? To put the name of the Pride of SWAT in your mouth? To speak about the Bandit King of the KGB?'
Sinclair frowned, and Samuels shrugged. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head before she folded her arms over her chest. And she tapped her foot, fuming before she continued her tirade. 'Well, Andi. I have good news, and bad news. Good news: Donzig is busy at the moment, you see he is intent of beating the Enigma to a bloody pulp and bringing his title back to the KGB. To be honest, Andi? You are not worth his time at the moment.'
She paused, and absently smoothed her coat over her shoulder. 'At the moment. Donzig has a way of always getting square, so I am sure he will remember your comments soon enough.'
Samuels nodded, and started to speak before Sinclair sneered at him. He fell silent, and she continued.
'Bad news: I am not busy, Andi. And I am going to see you at August on the Atlantic if you have the guts to show up. I am going to make you eat your words, I am going to beat you so badly you will never think of speaking our names again. And Andi? I am not in a very good mood as Isabel has escaped my clutches for the minute. So get ready, Miss Snow. The Void beckons.'
Sinclair snapped her fingers, and then turned to walk off with a swirl of her coat. Then she paused, reaching over to take the coffee cup from the crewmember. Then she threw it into the trash as she walked off down the hall. And she muttered, shaking her head as Blake Samuels stared after her. 'Milk and extra sugar, really. What is wrong with you.'
She hands it to the crew person, and shoves a mic into Samuels' chest which he fumbles to grab. She glares at him, rolling her eyes before she clears her throat. 'I have to address someone, Samuels. So you can finish butchering your coffee, later.'
He frowns, glancing at the coffee cup before she jabs a finger at him. Her hand grabs his wrist, lifting the mic as she tilts her head. The Lady Godfrey is clearing annoyed by something, and she licks her lips before she waves a hand at him before speaking. 'Andi. Snow.'
Samuels nodded, reaching up to fix his tie. Sinclair's eyes narrowed, and he quit as she continued. 'You must be out of your mind. You literally have to be crazy. You walked into NPW and you dared? You dared? You had the audacity to speak about Donzig? To put the name of the Pride of SWAT in your mouth? To speak about the Bandit King of the KGB?'
Sinclair frowned, and Samuels shrugged. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head before she folded her arms over her chest. And she tapped her foot, fuming before she continued her tirade. 'Well, Andi. I have good news, and bad news. Good news: Donzig is busy at the moment, you see he is intent of beating the Enigma to a bloody pulp and bringing his title back to the KGB. To be honest, Andi? You are not worth his time at the moment.'
She paused, and absently smoothed her coat over her shoulder. 'At the moment. Donzig has a way of always getting square, so I am sure he will remember your comments soon enough.'
Samuels nodded, and started to speak before Sinclair sneered at him. He fell silent, and she continued.
'Bad news: I am not busy, Andi. And I am going to see you at August on the Atlantic if you have the guts to show up. I am going to make you eat your words, I am going to beat you so badly you will never think of speaking our names again. And Andi? I am not in a very good mood as Isabel has escaped my clutches for the minute. So get ready, Miss Snow. The Void beckons.'
Sinclair snapped her fingers, and then turned to walk off with a swirl of her coat. Then she paused, reaching over to take the coffee cup from the crewmember. Then she threw it into the trash as she walked off down the hall. And she muttered, shaking her head as Blake Samuels stared after her. 'Milk and extra sugar, really. What is wrong with you.'
