Post by SinclairGodfrey on Sept 13, 2021 12:20:10 GMT -5
Donzig grunts, and turns to pass a tablet off to Sinclair as he looks up from where he sits reclining. The Baroness lifts the tablet, and hits the screen as she watches. Her expression slowly changing, eyes narrowing before she looks up to find Donzig staring at her. The mask is unreadable as always, and she blinks before she throws the tablet aside.
'You had better take care of that, Sinclair.'
'The--the--' Sinclair fumed, and hands clenched into fists at her side as her face twisted.
'Impudence?' Hissed Donzig.
'Insolence!' she snarled, and she spun on her heel to storm from the room. The door banged shut behind her, and stormed off down the hall. The NPW crew and staff knew by now to stay out of the way of the Baroness when she was in mood. The only thing worse then risking her temper was Donzig's cold blooded malice, and wild mood swings. Her coat snapped and swirled behind her as she stalks into catering, and her eyes narrowed on Irwin Collins who was speaking to Blake Samuels. She snarled, and grabbed a chair which she quickly drove across his back.
Irwin staggered, screaming before he turned to get planted with a knee to the face. She snarled, and grabbed his head to bounce it into the wall of catering a few times before she whirled around on Blake. Her hand snapped out, grabbing his tie to twist it as she dragged him forward. Her eyes narrowed, and she leaned closer. 'I want you to pass along a message for me. I want you to tell that woman that I would never ride Donzig's coat tails! Does she think Donzig would allow such things? Oh, no.'
A finger wagged, and Sinclair fumed as Blake gagged as the tie tightened.
'No, no, no. But that is okay, because if Apathy will not get in line? Then I will have to teach her place, I will have to batter her into submission.' Sinclair snapped, eyes narrowed as she glared at Blake. A deep breath, and she seemed to remember something before she shoved him backwards. Releasing that tie, and her head shook before she smoothed her coat once more. 'You see Apathy, I am not some mere puppet. And at Fight for the Fallen? I am going to make you understand that! And you will bend the knee to the Baroness!'
'You had better take care of that, Sinclair.'
'The--the--' Sinclair fumed, and hands clenched into fists at her side as her face twisted.
'Impudence?' Hissed Donzig.
'Insolence!' she snarled, and she spun on her heel to storm from the room. The door banged shut behind her, and stormed off down the hall. The NPW crew and staff knew by now to stay out of the way of the Baroness when she was in mood. The only thing worse then risking her temper was Donzig's cold blooded malice, and wild mood swings. Her coat snapped and swirled behind her as she stalks into catering, and her eyes narrowed on Irwin Collins who was speaking to Blake Samuels. She snarled, and grabbed a chair which she quickly drove across his back.
Irwin staggered, screaming before he turned to get planted with a knee to the face. She snarled, and grabbed his head to bounce it into the wall of catering a few times before she whirled around on Blake. Her hand snapped out, grabbing his tie to twist it as she dragged him forward. Her eyes narrowed, and she leaned closer. 'I want you to pass along a message for me. I want you to tell that woman that I would never ride Donzig's coat tails! Does she think Donzig would allow such things? Oh, no.'
A finger wagged, and Sinclair fumed as Blake gagged as the tie tightened.
'No, no, no. But that is okay, because if Apathy will not get in line? Then I will have to teach her place, I will have to batter her into submission.' Sinclair snapped, eyes narrowed as she glared at Blake. A deep breath, and she seemed to remember something before she shoved him backwards. Releasing that tie, and her head shook before she smoothed her coat once more. 'You see Apathy, I am not some mere puppet. And at Fight for the Fallen? I am going to make you understand that! And you will bend the knee to the Baroness!'
