Nora
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Hellsing Jailbait
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Post by Nora on Jul 12, 2009 20:57:29 GMT -5
Sliding to the edge o her lover's knee, Nora rests her clipboard on Integral's desk and, taking the ink pen in her fist, she begins to write her name, very carefully at the top of the page. She makes her way extreemly slowly through the paper, occasionally stopping to ask Andrew important things, such as how to spell 'inanimate'. Thirty minuets later, the little girl's hand is exhausted and she hnds Integral back her pen and white-out, then settles back against Andrew's chest.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 12, 2009 21:38:22 GMT -5
Allastor smirks while watching the couple signing up. "Well...welcome to Hellsing..." He leans against the wall and crosses his arms cockily. "So...I have to know...did you lure her in with a van, some candy and promises of funny stories...?" He began to snicker.
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Nora
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Post by Nora on Jul 12, 2009 23:18:57 GMT -5
Nora blinks lazily at Allastor. "No, actually, He was in the process of saving me, when we were attacked, then I saved him..." Smirking at the confused look on the dolt's face, she crosses her legs. "Not that it's any of our business, nor is that a story I'd like to tell you." Turning back to Integral, she pushes her application across the woman's desk, sliding from Andrew's lap and standing on her tip-toes in the process.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 12, 2009 23:21:08 GMT -5
Integral's eyes widen at horror, she stares at Allastor, her mouth falling open in shock. Compoing herself, she points to the door. "Out! Sir Winfield. I will NOT tolerate you making jokes at my guest's expense."
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 13, 2009 12:15:54 GMT -5
He smirks. "Chill out, Tegs...Its just a joke. I'll refrain from making any more, alright...?" His face became stoic like a bodyguard should and stands at attention beside her, but one has to ask themselves about this action. Was it sarcasm or the real deal?
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 13, 2009 12:35:00 GMT -5
His little nick-name for her was even worse. "Sir. Integral..." she growls under her breath. She leans back in her chair and, accepting Nora and Andrew's applications, she imedieaty tucks them away in her desk. "Let's talk. You're both vampires, is that correct?"
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Post by Andrew Whaley on Jul 16, 2009 13:07:05 GMT -5
He glanced at Allastor and flashed a wicked grin. "I died saving her..." He looked at Integra. "I'm not really a vampire...I'm...Different..." He smiled politely at her and began to pet Nora's head.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 16, 2009 18:59:56 GMT -5
Integral blinks at the man suspiciously. "Not a vampire...." she murmurs, noting the little girl's eyes widen. Obiously, the woman was suspicious. "If you're not a vampire, what are you?"
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 17, 2009 20:14:15 GMT -5
He frowns a bit and watched Andrew. His face was serious as he broadcasts his thoughts to Integral. :: I can't read his mind...I can the girl's...but not his..."
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 17, 2009 20:35:33 GMT -5
Integral's eyes glance at Allastor quite casually, to aknowledge his little note, then return to Andrew, awating his reply.
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