Oh I really loved these ideas…Thank you guys! Carter's been a bit antsy after have heard these ideas…I don't think he'll like the first on though… Hehe. ON WARD TO RANDOMOSITY!
AlyssMainwaring:
Carter sighed, sitting down and tugging on his arm. Then he growled and kicked the evil contraption that held him. He glared at the flashing lights before pulling out another coin and putting it in the slot. He chose his drink again and heard a cluck as it came down the shoot thingy. Right onto his fingers.
"Holy Mother of a Duck that hurts! Carter shouted, having just gotten off of rehab yesterday.
"That was a fail." Len said, walking by.
"Hey can you help me…pleezzzz!" Carter pouted, sitting back down as his hand grabbed around for his drink.
"Fine…" Len sighed, grabbing Carter's other arm and pulling.
Carter gave a yelped as he was stretched out from Len's pulling and his hand staying trapped. Then Len shrugged and walked away, going to deliver some documents to his master. Carter sighed again and fell over onto the ground as he stared at the looming machine before him.
"I hate you, you piece of shit." He growled before Will dropkicked him from out of nowhere.
"Hey! I'm not on rehab anymore!" Carter shouted, glaring at Will.
"So, doesn't mean I can't hit you for no apparent reason." Will stated, pulling out a coin to order a drink. Then he stopped an looked a Carter and then carter's hand. Will sighed and said, "Must you touch EVERYTHING."
"No… maybe…okay, fine, yes." Carter mumbled, looking away.
"How did this even happen?" Will asked, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Well, I was getting a drink and it wouldn't dispense it so I kicked it. And then it still wouldn't give it so I punched it and my hand got stuck… so then I kicked it repeatedly… and now my foot hurts…" Carter complained.
"Well, that's just your own fault idiot. I can't believe you can completely destroy a trained deadly band of bandits with a broken arm, yet get your hand stuck in a vending machine." A voice drifted from the top of the machine.
'June, come on! I was jacked up on adrenaline, insane for losing a friend and staying up two nights straight as well as having my muscles so sore I could puke. I seriously made me crazy, insane, and debatably indestructible. "Carter replied.
"Whatever, your still a fail." June replied, cleaning underneath her nails.
"I'm not getting my drink, am I." Will sighed, tapping his foot.
"Not anytime soon my friend." Carter replied, smiling.
Will groaned nad walked off, depressed now and went to help Halt and Crowley with reports (again). Carter popped his neck and glared as best he could a June with the sun behind her. June continued cleaning her nails enjoying Carter's trappedness.
"A little help here? Kinda like to get my cabin so I can make coffee." Carter stated, finally finding a comfortable position. Laying on his back, head propped on his free arm and legs crossed as he glared up at June.
"Sure, of course, just remember, I'm not paying for your hospital bill." June said, pulling out a sword.
"You can't use a sword…" Carter mused.
"But he can." June replied, smiling as she threw the blade in the air.
Simila came diving through the air, catching the blade and spinning, cutting the vending machine in half and landing gracefully by Carter. The vending machine top gave a groan as it came toppling down, on both Carter AND Simila.
"Aww…dammit…"Carter complained from under the top of the machine.
"You're telling me, I think it broke my nose." Simila said, his voice off key.
"Thank you!" June said, reaching into the machine and pulling out a drink. "Mine!" She said, walking off with a smirk.
Carter and Simila sighed, exchanged looks as best they could trapped under six hundred pounds or so of machinery and both swore, "I'LL KILL YOU JUNE YOU DAUGHTER OF A MONTH!"
VanityStorm:
"Where are we going!" carter complained as she dragged him towards the castle.
"We are going to the festival! Because you gave me the day off in exchange for really freeing you from the vending machine!" June replied.
"I still hate you for that." Carter growled, looking at his dirt trail.
"Shut up and get up! It's your arm that was cut off! Not your legs!" June snapped, dropping his arm.
"So? I can't be lazy?" Carter replied, earning a kick in the gut.
"Ow! Your abs are too hard!" June said, glaring at him while she rubbed her foot.
"Shut up! Until you can name nine other muscle I won't get up!" Carter replied.
"Fine! Will taught me! There are your Deltoids," June poked Carters shoulder area, "Bicep and Triceps," June jabbed him in the upper arm, "Your pectoral muscle and abs," June stomped on his chest, earning a grunt. "You quads and hamstrings," June kicked his thigh, and your calf muscle." She finished.
"Your forgetting two." Carter replied, rolling over for her.
"That's right, traps." She said, bending over to hit a pressure point in his neck.
Carter jumped up, rubbing his neck, then slouched as he grudgingly walked to the festival with June. She dragged him to two contests. Both which he won. Knocking over a set of bottles with three balls (Carter instead knocked over three sets with three balls) and a shooting contest, which he got a teddy bear for.
"Am I done yet?" Carter asked as June carried the oversize-almost-as-big-as-her bear.
"No, you have to meet my Wardmates, other than Simila.
'Come on! I'm like best friends with Simila! We had an arm-wrestling contest and were trapped under that cursed machine for three hours!" carter complained as June met up with her friends.
"Hey June! What's up?" Simila asked, smiling and waving as she sat down next to him.
"Teddy bear!" She replied, smiling.
"I can see," Alex stated, sitting form across the table.
"That's very nice, who got it for you?" Aaron asked, smiling.
"Him." June said, pointing at Carter who was now sitting in the tree above the table, chewing on an apple.
"Who's he?" Marry asked, waving.
Carter blinked and waved awkwardly, chewing ever so slowly on his apple. Alex snorted and glanced at Carter. Carter stopped eating and returned his glare. Sparks could be seen if you looked hard enough, but eventually Alex gave a tch sound, and turned back to the table.
"Who that wimp?" Alex asked, setting his arms on the table.
"My teacher, since he still doesn't give his name out freely. Simila knew only because I yelled it out while he was unconscious after losing an arm." June replied.
Alex blinked twice at the information then stated, "What sort of wimp loses his arm and passes out?"
Simila, who had been ogling over the hot roast beef stew a few stands over, spoke up. "Oh, the kind of person that kills I believe forty five bandits with a broken arm and having ripped one's head off and kicked said head across the camp. Then dueled the biggest world criminal and got away with only the loss of an arm. And he then dragged in a shark using only a foot and teeth." He said casually.
"Right and I can fly." Alex snorted.
"Would you like help with the take-off." Carter hissed n his ear, scrapping his throwing knives together, smiling.
Alex stiffened, glancing over his shoulder and found that Carter was NOT scrapping two throwing knives together, but two saxe knifes together, grinning from ear to ear. Alex was then up and across the field before Simila could start laughing.
"Totally worth the rumors." Carter said, smiling as he sat down next to Mary.
"Well, I'mma go eat!" Simila said, darting off towards the food stalls.
"Soo…" carter stated.
"I really appreciate you scaring the heck out of my friends." June said.
'It's fine, I figured he was joking, "Marry and Aaron said, waving it off even though it scared the crap out of them.
"Sorry June, I have to go help out in the kitchen with the banquet, I'll see you around, if you stop by the kitchen sometime, I'll get you something!" Aaron called, waving as he rushed off to help Mr. Chubb with the cooking.
"Well, it's about time they left." Marry said quietly.
"I have a feeling that I won't like conversation." Carter groaned, his head hitting the table.
"Are you two dating?" Marry asked, looking to June.
"Um…no, uh…why do you ask?" June answered, trying not to blush.
"Because! You two look like a couple so much! You mess with each other, you tease each other!" At this Carter's head shot up and glared at June, his look clearly saying I told you so! I hate this conversation!
"No we are not together." Carter replied bluntly.
"Lying!" Marry accused.
"Rejection!" Carter growled.
"No, I'm betting that you love each other!" Marry pointing.
"NO WE DON'T I WANT TO STRANGLE/SHOOT HIM/HER!" They both shouted at the same time.
"Fine, are you at least companions?" Marry asked.
"No, she's my apprentice and I'm her…teacher." Carter growled.
"He doesn't like to use the word master." June said.
"Really, why?" Marry asked.
"Please no! NO I don't- I hate it when you do this!" Carter complained.
"This is why he doesn't like it." June replied, "Master, that hurts!" She said in a seductive yet somehow fake pained voice.
Carter's head slamming into the table and he gave a groan as the wood splinted, stabbing into his head. Marry nodded, snickering while June smiling. Carter however glared at her and wandered off to clean up his injuries to his cranium.
"So, you're no dating?" Marry asked.
'Nope, just master nad apprentice." June said, faintly she heard Carter shouting something about hating and shrugged it off.
"Darn, I hate it when I'm wrong." Marry pouted.
"Tell you what, get Aaron, and I'll let you pair me up with anyone for two days." June said, winking at her as she waved goodbye.
"Wait! June!" Marry called, bringing her to a stop.
"Have you seen him naked?" She asked.
June's face burst into color with a giant blush. "N-n-n-n-no. I haven't" Marry grinned as she caught June's arm.
"You've seen him naked." Marry stated.
June sighed, collected herself and then said, "No! I have not, I've stitched up a wound on his chest which was a pain in the ass because of his cursed six pack abs, but I have not seen him naked." June said, still blushing.
"And how did that go?" Marry asked.
"um…I stitched while he complained that he wanted a reward?" June replied.
"Oh…what was the reward?"
"It was a cherry pie that I paid for myself." June said, crossing her arms.
"So…your really not together?" Marry asked again.
"Yes, we are not together." June confirmed.
Marry walked off disappointed. June however, was trying her very best to get the giant blush off her face before Carter saw it. June walked off into finally getting her emotions under control and walked home. Carter was already waiting, starting his favorite exercise. Hit the June, meaning, June got to run back and forth on the shooting range and dodge blunted padded arrows at her.
"I'm going to hit you twice for every splinter in my head!" Carter said cheerfully.
Okay! I think that's it…hm…think so, anyway, hope you've enjoy and tell me if I did something wrong!
Assassin:
He set the girl down on one of the beds in the small house he own. The house was about the size of a large storehouse, stone block walls and two beds on either side of the room. A small wardrobe was one one side and a mirror beside it. The house had no door, and the only entrée was from the top of the back wall, way up in the rafters.
He groaned, stretching as he popped his back. His muscles groaned in protest from all the running and exercise he had done over his past assassination. His feet STILL hurt from getting lodged in the brick at that stupid wall. He kicked off his shoes and found a nice pretty welt decorating his right leg and another set dotting his upper thigh from screwing up his landing when jumping over the wall when he came in.
He sighed, throwing off his shirt and collapsing in bed with a moan of relief. At least he didn't have to get another job until next week…or month if he stretched it. But to be honest, he really didn't feel like living off of cheap food again. His stomach would crawl out through his throat and strangle him if he did that again…
"Ugh, hope I get my pay soon, I only have a few silver coins left. Doubt I can even buy a drink!" He mumbled into the pillow before falling asleep.
He gave a groan and stretched like a cat before looking around the room to check everything. He noticed two things out of place. One the girl was sprawled out on the middle of the floor rubbing her butt and a grappling hook hung from the rafters. He could ONLY assume.
He ignored her, after all she was only a servant girl and it took him a week or two to be able to figure out how to correctly climb a grappling hook without killing yourself. He quietly settled back into his bed, resting for the first time in months. A moment later, he caught a wrist, spun nad redirected the tightly clenched dagger into his pillow, his other hand shooting up to grab none other than the servant girls jaw.
He stopped himself from snapping her neck right there, and threw her away. She stumbled gracefully as a duck to her bed, falling into it. The assassin yawned and looked at his now ruined pillow. He grumbled something with distaste before heading over to a small chest on top of the wardrobe. He opened it and produced a sewing kit.
"Here, you killed my pillow, you fix it." He said, throwing the kit nad his pillow at her.
"Make me." She replied.
"You know I can." He said, a hard glare directed at her.
She shivered, before starting to sew up his pillow. She then threw it at his head, which he caught and put between him and the block walls as he stared at her. He yawned, distracted for a moment about the knife. Shrugging he picked it up and threw it almost casually into the ceiling, where several other weapons were, all stuck into the wood.
"So, tell me your name." He demanded.
"June."
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"Can you speck in more than one word?"
"No I cannot asshole."
"Hey, I am not an asshole. If anything I'm a donkey's butt. But that's beside the point."
"Are to."
"Am not girl."
"I have a name."
"As do I"
"Well, tell me yours."
"I have an issue about handing out a famous assassin name freely. It's not very good for business. That and I have to kill people, more than I already do." He said this while scratching his head.
"Put a shirt on slob."
"Just letting you admire the view, the only eye-candy you'll get for the rest of your life, or until I get a job for a slave driver." He mused out loud.
At this June stiffened, and growled quietly to herself, but apparently not quite enough as the man barked, smiling. He then got up nad put a shirt on, stretched again and fell back onto the bed.
"Put something else on! That stupid get-up is driving me crazy! And no I don't care if you use my crap. I just won't use it anymore." He said, closing his eyes.
"Your not much of an assassin personality." She said, already rummaging through his closet.
"Hey, it's either be gloomy and act tough or be oddly weird and happy and serious on a job. Me I'll take the later." He replied, not opening his eyes.
"You do realize that I'm going to end up killing you if you leave me here long enough." She said.
At this he raised his head and opened one eye to see if she was serious. She was indeed, or at least as serious as you can get while pulling one a T-shirt three sizes too big and fixing your hair.
"Well, I just might have some entertainment until my next job." He said, smiling mischievously.