fight away the anger [OPEN]

[Madelyn Moriarty]

The disappointment was almost too much to handle.

She knew she shouldn't have trusted idiots to do a job that only she was capable of, but they had insisted. They were able to finish it, so they claimed. There was absolutely no reason for her to go out and get her hands dirty, when they were just as capable of pulling the job off. It was laughable -- and disgusting. Instead of carrying out the task they were oh so capable of, they had instead botched everything, and now one of her men was in jail, and the target had gotten away.

Madelyn threw a punch into the sand-filled bag, grunting as it swung away.

They were all idiots. Every last one of them. She could rely on no one but Ingrid; Ingrid, and her Moran. They were the only ones capable of doing anything right, it seemed. Moran, with his claws and his teeth, could rip any traitor to shreds. The same could be said for Ingrid, whose body could shift into anything and everything Maddie called for. Gods above bless them, for Madelyn had learned her lesson. They would be getting more assignments now, especially since her idiot grunts couldn't be bothered.

This time, she lifted a leg and spun, letting it crash into the punching bag once more. Another grunt of satisfaction left her throat, then another, and then another, as she continued to put all her anger and frustration into her punches and kicks. Since she couldn't be bothered to actually kill anyone, at least not until she hired replacements, this would be the next best option. But despite her anger, Madelyn knew she could only spend an hour or two, at most, at the gym, as Ingrid would be expecting her home soon.

An hour more of violence, then a shower and a change of clothes. She had promised her lover a night on the town, and a night she was going to get. Both her and Jaylen deserved it, especially with all the shit she put them through. She just knew Ingrid wasn't going to be pleased at the revelation either. The target had been a man they had needed out of the way, and now he was gone. For now, anyway. As soon as Moran was on the trail, though, he would have but a few days to cling to life. 

No one could escape Moran. No one dared.

She swung again.

WORDS ;; 408
THOUGHTS ;; Frustration; Anger.
OUTFIT ;; [ CLICK! ]
TAG ;; @open
CREDIT ;; guillotine, YADi

[Ingrid Svensdottor]

The day had started off so well, too.

Ingrid had a clear schedule for the day, no jobs or meetings or anything until the evening started. She and Maddie were planning for a night out, away from work, away from liaisons with other Plus groups and politics and anything that could even remotely be described as work. Much as Ingrid enjoyed work, it was nice to have an evening just for pleasure once in a while. 

All morning she'd lain in the sun, light soaking into the thick golden fur that her lion form wore proudly, dozing and stretching as she so desired. It had been lovely, and warm, followed by a hot bath full of bubbles. Normally she would have relaxed (cuddled) with Maddie after, but she'd barely gotten dressed when her girlfriend stormed out of the house. Not usually a very good sign, and with a sigh Ingrid had gone to find her keys. An angry Maddie frequently meant that Ingrid would soon have a job to do, bodies to hide. 

She liked those jobs.

Despite checking out a few places prior to finding her, Ingrid was pleased with herself when she saw Maddie in the gym. She ignored the reception desk and walked straight inside without a hesitation, looking quite out of place in her dress and heels. 

"Something's happened." It wasn't a question, and Ingrid rested her weight on one foot as she watched Maddie punch the bag. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Anything that had upset her girlfriend deserved a slow, painful death, preferrably a slow bleed out. Perhaps disembowelling, if she felt so inclined, depending on how bad of a problem it was. Everything was fixable, whether it was done by words or by claws. Ingrid was more than capable of both. 

Words: { 300 }
Tag: { Madelyn Moriarty }
Mood: { Concerned }
Outfit: { OUTFIT }
Notes: { ready to stab idiots with her heels, yes ma'am }

[Madelyn Moriarty]

Madelyn beat the bag until she was left with nothing but aching muscles and flaming lungs. She beat and growled until her anger was raw once more. Humans were pathetic. They were weak and useless. Though they tried to protest, their actions often betrayed their lips. They were never able to back up what they boasted; no human could except, perhaps, her Moran. He was the only human who had ever been able to keep her happy.

With one last kick, Maddie turned from the bag, intending on going back to the house to shower, change and meet her lovely girlfriend for dinner. But when she turned, she realized she was going to have to skip steps one and two and move on straight to three, since Ingrid had come to meet her herself. Despite her anger, Maddie still smiled for the Viking woman. It warmed her heart -- or whatever could be considered her heart -- to see the woman so protective of her. 

"They're idiots," she said, making her way over to her girlfriend. Her smile fell as she recounted what had been relayed to her earlier that day. "The human males that work for us, they mess up every little assignment I give. I just don't understand." 

Reaching up, Madelyn wrapped her arms around Ingrid's neck, not caring about the droplets of sweat that had accumulated on her flesh. All she wanted right now was to have Ingrid pressed up against her, assuring her that the humans were all idiots and that "the only way to get things done right was to do them yourself." That was why she had a Moran, and that was why she had Ingrid. Because if there was a job that needed to be done, there was no one better to turn to than them.

"All I needed was a simple murder, my love. Just a little bullet to keep someone quiet." She shook her head, then sighed, resting her head against Ingrid's shoulder. "That means I'm going to have to hire someone else to do it now. It's terrible."

WORDS ;; 364
THOUGHTS ;; A little calmer now that Ingrid's here.
OUTFIT ;; [ CLICK! ]
TAG ;; Ingrid Svensdottor
CREDIT ;; guillotine, YADi

[Ingrid Svensdottor]

Ingrid hated to see Maddie like this.

In some ways, it could be rather attractive - a Maddie alight with passion and fury was dangerous to their enemies, and maybe Ingrid enjoyed seeing her almost aflame - but to see her angry because those that were supposed to be competent, and trustworthy, that made the flames in Ingrid's own heart grow low, her body cool with ice-cold anger. The sweat from Maddie's arms, soaking into the silk of her dress, didn't phase her in the slightest - not when her lover was upset. 

"Men are incompetent, and human men doubly so," she murmured, "Trusting them with a matchstick is as dangerous as giving explosives to a child, unfortunately. We'll have to screen potential human members more closely in the future." 

She pressed her lips to the top of Maddie's head, resting her cheek there after. Her stiletto heels were sinking into the mats, almost puncturing the tough material, not that Ingrid cared about that anymore than she did sweat ruining her dress. Maddie's unhappiness, coupled with the now-necessary repair of the situation, were much more important matters. "How badly will this affect the situation?" she asked. "Better to start planning it sooner, I think."

Not that it would interfere with their date night - Ingrid would handle the business related to the stupidity of their former men, but she would not let it ruin a planned night out. They took such few nights off, and, quite honestly, Maddie needed the break. The punching bag would have helped, but sometimes unwinding and romancing was better for relaxing than physical exertion. Tomorrow, they could eliminate the fools that had caused this disaster, but tonight was for them. 

She ran her fingers over the back of Maddie's head, already starting to lay plans. "Would you prefer to shower here or at home?"

Words: { 305 }
Tag: { Madelyn Moriarty }
Mood: { Coldly furious }
Outfit: { OUTFIT }
Notes: { nah son }

[Madelyn Moriarty]

Ingrid had always been such a comfort.

Ever since they had first met -- and, oh, what a meeting that had been -- Ingrid had always been a comfort to Madelyn. With her autism and her anger, Madelyn had always needed a bit more attention that she would have cared to admit. She had needed calming down, the occasional placating. But she had also needed more structure than she could give to herself, and the beautiful lioness was always there to give her everything she needed.

And even now, she was providing Maddie with the comfort and warmth she needed to get over this huge disappointment. A little sigh escaped her lips. Her body pressed against Ingrid's. "It... It shouldn't push things off track too much. He's still marked for death; it'll just take a little longer to do it this time." She shook her head. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted those two idiots. Only you or Moran could ever satisfy me."

Oh, what a double meaning that held. Before Ingrid, Madelyn had only ever been with one person: her Moran. He had been a good lover, but that was all Madelyn had ever thought of him. She was not a lover of men, at least not when it comes to the love of the heart, but in the love of the body, well... He was the father of her dear daughter. Jaelyn may have considered Ingrid and Madelyn her mothers, but there was no denying her likeness to Mordecai.

But that was a thought for another day. Ingrid was a lover, both in body and in mind. She was the first to truly understand Maddie and the first to calm the storm. She was the only person in the entire world to ever own Madelyn's heart.

The woman gave a sigh once more and sank into Ingrid's grip, willing to show a moment's weakness.

"I'll shower at home, love. I think I'm too worn out to bother with things here."

WORDS ;; 340
THOUGHTS ;; Ingrid Ingrid Ingrid!!!!
OUTFIT ;; [ CLICK! ]
TAG ;; Ingrid Svensdottor
CREDIT ;; guillotine, YADi