Intrigue [Frays]

[Artemis]

Brody knew it was going to be easy. Though so far he hadn't expected it to be quite this easy.

His first match had barely lasted an entire minute; apparently nobody had bothered to tell his opponent that wrestling was considered a contact sport. As if her first name wasn't enough of a barrier to taking her seriously, the fact that she had swatted at his hands like an indignant child had made it a lost cause. The face she had made when Brody had pinned her had been priceless, like she couldn't decide whether she was more disgusted having him on top of her or the fact that she had lost.

In spite of the murderous look she had shot him when Brody had let her up, it hadn't stopped him from watching her walk away; she was tall and graceful, and looked damn good in that wrestling suit that looked like it had been painted on. Granted, the majority of his competition was much the same (well, except for that shit-talking 'Tuff' guy, the image of whose ass in the aforementioned tight spandex Brody was desperately trying to erase from his mind)... But he could give credit where credit was due.

Of course, now that the match was over and other events had to be judged before the next bracket of wrestlers could continue, it left Brody with an abundance of free time. He had been to District 4 before on deployment, and was more than a little excited to be back. The rock formations and mountain ranges of home were nice, but there was nothing quite like looking at the water swallow the entire horizon and throw off the sun's rays like diamonds on a rippling blue blanket.

With that in mind, he was sprawled out on the sand in only his training shorts catching a few rays, his white Peacekeeper track suit neatly folded up under his head and his badge tucked securely into his shoes. With any luck, there would be some nightlife to mingle with the competitors later...

[cass]

Scout Fray --

After the bickering that had ensued in the Olympic village the twins had finally decided to take it somewhere else. The were walking around the place now and Scout was still seething, ever comment that Kaiser had made like a slap to her face, annoying and very unthoughtful. And although she would never kill her brother, she felt like it. But that was just talk, even if it were a life or death situation Kaiser was the only person she could not kill, it was stupid, in fact. She loved life and she'd kill anyone, but if it were up to her and Kaiser she'd die for him. What a fucking loser, that's what he would probably say to her thoughts. He'd call her stupid, but that was just the way it was. Everyone had to have someone they'd die for right? She didn't really like the rest of her family, she wouldn't die for any of them, just Kaiser.

The sand was rough, and annoying and it stuck to her feet. why had they deiced upon this route for their walk? She despised sweat, but loved blood and gore and hated sand.It was rather fustrat-

Him.

There he was, lying in the sand, just lying there. Her hand instantly moved to her hip, the blade she keep in her waistband perfect for the job that she wanted to do. She'd kill him, she'd cut his lips off and get rid of that smirk, she'd pluck his eyes out so he wouldn't be able to give her such a condescending glare ever again. She'd kill him. He'd made fun of her, he'd made her look like a fucking fool. No one got away with that, no one did. Who gave a fuck that this was an olympic village, she really didn't care. His blood was what she needed, she could use his blood to mask the smell of his sweat, to wash the sand off her legs and feet.

"You." She hissed, her eyes flaring with a murderous light, the venom that dripped off of that one word enough to poison an entire army.

She'd kill him.

[Python]

Scout was all fired up.

Any stranger would be terrified of her rage. Due to their rather prominent reputation, one scowl from his twin was enough to frighten every rat into its hole and send every child scampering in the opposite direction. She was a beacon of trouble, a repellent for safety and sunshine. She was like the oncoming storm, and Kaiser was no different; however, he was the more easygoing twin. Insults would do little to wound his pride, and he couldn’t be bothered by a few losses in the Olympics. He was immune to words and threats to his reputation, because Kaiser didn’t need some medal to prove that he was a capable career. Everyone knew the rumors, but nobody could prove them true. Were they afraid? Maybe. Were they true? Yes.

Was the blood on his hands enough of a reassurance that he and Scout were the most capable killers in District One, aside from its esteemed victors?

Yes.

So one loss meant nothing to him. He could laugh it off like it was an ant bite to the heel, and instead of sulking like a bitch he had decided to spend his time teasing Scout to the brink of seething. She was radiating angry heat like a furnace, stomping through sticky beach sand like she was about to destroy the place. He couldn’t help but notice how clingy the sand was to their skin. How did District Four people deal with this shit? It always smelled like salt and fish. Seriously.

They hit a bump in the road just then – or rather, Scout discovered her conqueror laying in the sand, and Kaiser was about to have the time of his life.

”Look who it is!” He exclaimed with an overenthusiastic smile. Scout was going to murder both of them for sure, but not before he took advantage of the coincidental encounter. ”It’s your boyfriend, Scout! How nice.”

They were literally dead.

[Artemis]

Generally, Brody thought highly of his situational awareness; besides being useful as a party trick, it was also a method of survival that the Peacekeepers had drilled into him from day one, especially after he had begun training as an interrogator. It painted a none-too-pretty target on his back, one that he constantly had to be vigilant of.

He was kicking himself for the fact that he hadn't heard them approach.

"You."

That one word was so full of hate and venom, it might have shaken the nerves of lesser men. But Brody had sat with sociopaths, psychopaths, murderers and crazies of various degrees with only a table to separate them and with the task of getting into their heads and breaking them down.

I'm not afraid of you.

He might be unarmed at the moment, but the Olympic Village was crawling with Peacekeepers who were all aware that one of their own was competing. If Miss Scout Fray turned out to be more than just a sore loser, he wasn't especially worried about the outcome if she decided to draw whatever her hand was on at her waist.

"Look who it is!" A second, overly-enthusiastic male voice chimes in. Brody opened his eyes and lowered his sunglasses to look at the pair. "It’s your boyfriend, Scout! How nice."

Scout's scowling, darkened face was familiar enough, considering the close proximity he'd been to it that same day; the male, however, was new to him. Though it wasn't strong, the resemblance was there... the male must be Kaiser Fray (her brother?), one of the other equally pitiful at wrestling competitors. That grin, though... that antagonistic, shit-eating grin that knew it was going to evoke somehow even more rage and bile from Scout was entirely too good to just glance over. Brody wanted in on this joke.

"Is that what you're mad about?" He asked, feigning innocence, "I'm so sorry, normally I take a girl out to dinner before we wrestle."

631a21 - Kaiser
e60000 - Scout

[cass]

Scout Fray --

This day was not going her way. It was a storm of madness, and she was no where near the centre of it all. Instead she was out in the thunder, lightning and pouring rain and she was dancing amongst each strike, dodging it as though her life depended on it. Her darling twin was a fucking dick head. He was the biggest jerk ever, he had not done that. The anger that rattled in her head, that fury that was completely directed at the boy in front of her melted, and then it rose like one giant fountain, as she spun to face her twin brother. She snarled, her fists clenched tightly by her sides.

"What the fuck, kaiser." She spat.

And then.

And then to her utter annoyance that dickbag in the sand decided he needed to chirp in, as though she wanted to hear his pathetic and useless voice. Ugh. She wanted to just kill him.

"Is that what you're mad about?" He asked, like an idiot. Because seriously? What else would she be pissed about? Fucking retards the lot of them. "I'm so sorry, normally I take a girl out to dinner before we wrestle."

Oh.

That was it, that was fucking it.

She was going to kill him. She was going to--

No. No she couldn't kill him, she couldn't. There were too many witnesses. No, she had to play this game, but she could turn it around, make sure Kaiser suffered.

"Are you sure about that brother? He seems like your type, stupid, ready and into anal." She snapped. "You should go for it." She forced the words out, trying her best to gather some resemblance of calm.

[Python]

”I'm so sorry, normally I take a girl out to dinner before we wrestle.”

Kaiser swallowed the urge to laugh because the shithead was actually playing along, and the look Scout was shooting both of them was priceless, if not terrifying to an outsider’s eye. Brody was evidently a gutsy son of a bitch – that, or he was stupid, perhaps naïve since he had managed to best his twin sister at wrestling. Men like him should tread carefully around his sister’s temper, but for now it seemed he was lounging in the safe zone. Scout wouldn’t murder someone so publicly. Hell, Brody probably didn’t know that murder was her first language, and definitely not a joke.

Kaiser doubted that she would go through with it, so he continued to pester her.

”Are you sure about that brother? He seems like your type, stupid, ready and into anal." she snapped, and he laughed out loud this time. Whether it was a jape or not, it was always amusing how Scout could always guess what his type was.

She certainly wasn’t lying.

”I dunno, what do you think?” He said, turning to Brody with a sly grin. ”Which of us is more your type?”

If he said Scout, it would just be funny. If it turned out to be Kaiser, well…

He would have to take advantage of that.

ooc note: relevant gif is relevant.

[Artemis]

”Are you sure about that brother? He seems like your type, stupid, ready and into anal."

Oh god, it was so hard not to laugh; Kaiser apparently had less restraint at Scout's comment and did so aloud. Even with 3 years of military training under his belt, it was impossible to keep the smile out of his eyes; he smiled pleasantly, knowing it would probably do a better job of pissing her off.

"I resent that." He replied, putting a hand over his heart as if he were wounded by her statement, "I'm not stupid."

He sat up from his spot on the beach, brushing the sand off of his arms and regarding his company. Scout looked vastly different in her civilians clothes than in that skintight spandex, and in spite of the murderous glower on her face was no less beautiful. It was entirely too strange to try and imagine her smiling, but then Brody supposed that like his father, he had a weakness for tough girls. The brother, however... now Brody was disappointed he had missed a view of him in that painted-on bodysuit. Even under his clothes, it was apparent that he was every bit as built as a Career from District 1 should be.

Yes please.

”I dunno, what do you think?” Kaiser asked his sister, flashing a very handsome smile in Brody's direction. ”Which of us is more your type?”

Brody raised his eyebrows.

"Whichever of you is willing." He replied with a lecherous grin, "Or, you know, both."

[cass]

Scout Fray --

It was obvious that Kaiser was the joker of the two. Even after Scout snapped at him he laughed and laughed and laughed and if that wasn't any more of a clear statement that between the two of them, he was, in fact, the laid back one, then Scout would stab you in the face. It was funny how they balanced one another out like that, where he was often too laid back she was often to up front, aggressive and ready to kill. So they pulled each other back, she made sure he was serious at times and Kaiser did his best to make sure Scout smiled once in awhile. Teamwork at its finest.

However, right now Scout was not in a smiling mood. It seemed that it was an important part of their day to ask the piece of shit before them about his opinions on the matter. Why couldn't they just knock him out, drag his body somewhere and kill him? That was Scout's opinion of a fun night, and in all honesty it was a lot more exciting then whatever Kaiser had to offer -- then whatever this loser had to offer. She wasn't into girls or boys. She wasn't into anything. She'd come to the conclusion a few months ago that she just didn't find anyone attractive, the only thing she found joy from was killing and that was enough to satisfy her.

"Whichever of you is willing." He said with a grin she wanted to slap off his face. "Or, you know, both."

What. the. fuck.

This pig was worse then her brother.

Ew.

"What the fuck! You pig!" She snapped, she swung around to face her brother, grabbing his shoulder and giving him a little shove forwards. Oh yep! Absolutely one hundred percent sure he's your type, go make him happy and keep that thing away from me."

[Python]

Kaiser shrugged, the shit-eating grin still plastered against his rugged features. ”Whichever of you is willing,” he had said. Fair enough. That automatically eliminated Scout and her disinterest in sexual anything, and nearly put their little joke to a conclusion until he opened his mouth again. ”Or, you know, both.”

Kaiser trembled with laughter as his sister exploded. ”What the fuck! You pig! she screeched. Sounded about right, but Kaiser was a pig also. They could mingle rather nicely, like two puzzle pieces waiting to unite.

She shoved him forward and he yielded, taking a few steps toward Brody with no intention of fighting his twin. ”My sister is a fun-killer,” he taunted, although it was probably too late to get another rise out of her. She was already past flaunting her temper. ”She didn’t even introduce me, how rude.” He arched a brow and glanced at her for a moment. There was too much fun to be had in this situation, and he contemplated testing the grounds to see how uncomfortable he could make her before she decided to scram.

”I’m Kaiser Fray.” He winked.

[Artemis]

Scout reacted almost immediately at the implication that Brody swung both ways, screaming obscenities at him and pushing her brother (whose eyes were adorably lit up from the laughter he was trying so hard to contain) towards Brody, demanding that her brother go make him happy (already have, sweetheart) and keep Brody the hell away from her. Not that he was trying overly hard to keep a straight face to start with, but Brody's military bearing failed him; his shoulders were shaking from the laughter he was trying to suppress. He was well used to antagonizing his subordinates and colleagues at work, but this was entirely too easy.

It was delicious.

The brother let his sister push him a few steps forward in the sand, glancing back at her still wearing that grin of his. Brody would bet his right arm that antagonizing Scout was probably one of his favorite pasttimes; he was terribly good at it.

”My sister is a fun-killer,” He smirked, ”She didn’t even introduce me, how rude.”

He raised his eyebrow at his sister, as if he were nonverbally chiding her for her lack of manners... You know, because the stares promising death and the copious amount of profanity were just fine.

”I’m Kaiser Fray.”

"I know." Brody smirked back at him. "Though I'm sorry to say I missed your match earlier."

Hell, why not keep rolling with the punches.

"You know who I am, but tell me... are you a better wrestler than your sister?" He asked, winking back.

631a21 - Kaiser
e60000 - Scout
_{*pets Kaiser's pretty face* :3}

[cass]

Scout Fray --

This was not fun at all. But Kaiser and the douchebag where having just so much fun at her expense and she was seeing that and she knew that, but it was impossible to not let them get to her. She was built a lot on pride and need and wants and having them tease her like this simply killed her, well, made her want to go rip that boy’s throat out with her fingers. She hated people, she hated ones so cocky and egotistic as this bastard, unfortunately she was practically joined at the hip to her twin, so she was stuck with one almost twenty-four seven. But she could formulate some sort of grip on how to work it out with him, she understood the way he worked and most of them time she could think of something to say just as stinging back to him. But two on one? She couldn’t work with those odds.

Witty comebacks and jibs that left-stinging blows weren’t her specialty, hers was cutting up flesh and killing until there was nothing left to kill. She was a master at pain and torture, not human interaction, she hated that, her brother was the confident one not her. Besides she’d never felt any romantic inclination to a single person or thing, the only person she felt even a little for was Kaiser, and that was just because he was her brother, she couldn’t understand how it was so simple for him to kiss someone or have sex with that, the thought of even pressing her lips to another person made her want to throw up.

”You two have fun then, I’m jus going to leave.” She said, turning away.