Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 9, 2007 0:15:04 GMT -5
Leon grunts as The Turkc omes to a rest and takes a moment to catch his breath. After resting and seething he storms up out of the basement and leaps over various obstacles on a beeline to Lachryma.
The palm of his left hand meets the center of her chest, not striking it but finding the sternum and shoving her back against the wall roughly. His nose is less than an inch from hers as he sends a steel glare from his eyes into hers, running her gaze over like a 1980 Ford truck.
He growls at her quietly:
"You ever in your life sabotage so much as a sink drain again and you'll be taking a dirt nap. I could have put you under The Turk, you know."
His angry stare eases slightly and his eyes streak from her toes to her head and back again as he raises an eyebrow to himself, thinking. He turns around slowly and, after seating himself at a barstool, Leon says "So...this is prehistoric SkyNet? Where's my god damned T-850?"
The palm of his left hand meets the center of her chest, not striking it but finding the sternum and shoving her back against the wall roughly. His nose is less than an inch from hers as he sends a steel glare from his eyes into hers, running her gaze over like a 1980 Ford truck.
He growls at her quietly:
"You ever in your life sabotage so much as a sink drain again and you'll be taking a dirt nap. I could have put you under The Turk, you know."
His angry stare eases slightly and his eyes streak from her toes to her head and back again as he raises an eyebrow to himself, thinking. He turns around slowly and, after seating himself at a barstool, Leon says "So...this is prehistoric SkyNet? Where's my god damned T-850?"
