bakerstreet | SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN

[Natsuko staggers back against the other wall and huffs indignantly. She straightens her glasses and hair, then glances up at the door.]

If you have any other ideas, I'd be glad to hear them, but unless you plan on digging your way out, it's my turn to try it.

[She stands back up, dusting off her skirt, and then she grabs the doorknob. She slams her side against the door a few times with a grunt, but meets no success, naturally. But clearly she wasn't actually expecting it to, because her next decision is to pull out her handgun (from god knows where) and immediately starts firing wildly at the door.

It should not need to be said that this is, obviously, a very bad idea.]

Digging? Nonsense! There's bound be a simple, more elegant solu--

[ And then her companion, far as she can tell, suddenly goes crazy. Scanty throws her arms up to defend herself, squeaking a little every time stray bullets, wood chips, etc. bounce near her.

This has, however, gone on long enough. She suddenly has a revolver in each hand herself, and is getting back up all in Natsuko's space. ]

What are you thinking?! This is a contained area! I understand frustration causes simple minds to overheat, but could you please refrain from discharging firearms?!

[ Says the woman who just turned a pair of panties into guns, but. Whatever. ]

[Natsuko glares over her shoulder at Scanty, looking like she's debating headbutting the other woman.]

I don't hear you coming up with anything better! ...

[She eyes the revolvers, then Scanty, as if analyzing the situation's risk-reward ratio. Finally, she huffs, and begrudgingly holsters her weapon.]

Remind me to ask you about your permit for those later.

[The police woman bats a cocktail dress away from her face and leans back with her arms crossed against the wall.]

That door isn't moving. It doesn't make any sense - unless there's a concrete block behind the door, it should be open by now. Someone's put a lot of work into making sure we don't get out.

[She looks thoughtful for a moment, face darkening as she imagines the sort of creepy bastard that would put so much work to get a couple of women stuck in a closet (because that's totally not a metaphor for Natsuko or anything anyway). Suddenly, her eyes jerk open, and she starts sifting through the tacky dresses again.]

There must be some sort of hidden release switch, right? Maybe a trap door or a hidden camera, anything. Don't just stand there, help me look!

[ Oh, Hell forbid she pack heat without the proper authorization. Scanty has all kinds of paperwork for her weapons; it just might not look legit to you if you ever get a chance to see it, as it's signed by somebody named Satan. ]

I'm thinking! As the only occupant capable of the process, I have to methodically consider every angle....

[ Your hidden switch idea has her glancing about, though. And sort of frowning, examining the dress closest to her head. ]

...A lunatic's behind this, all right. Their fashion sense is terrible.

[ I swear she's trying to figure this out. I swear. ]

[Natsuko growls and starts to regret not pistol-whipping this woman earlier.]

Just shut up and start looking or I'll try using you as a battering ram!

[Natsuko starts violently ripping dresses and coats off the rack, no longer caring if this ugly apparel stays intact or not, because it's not like she'd be caught dead in anything less than serious professional business wear (or military fatigues). Her vandalism pays off, though, as the removal of the obstruction reveals the words "7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN" spray-painted on the back wall. Natsuko stares at the wall for a moment before it sinks in, and her face goes red with... Anger, probably.]

What the hell is that supposed to mean?!

[ Her own heart skips a beat at the word "Heaven" - but then she remembers that she's actually heard of this one and her mood gets, if possible, even worse.

She sets her jaw and taps one revolver against her leg. (She doubts she'll need them, but putting them away just got a lot more awkward.) ]

....it's a parlor game. A particularly distasteful one.

[ Oh, what the hey. Her guns return to being two pairs of underwear and she steps into them like it's nothing. She does this all the time.

Finishing up, she flips her hair over her shoulder. ]

The parties involved must, under coercion from their peers, partake in certain physical expressions of endearment. Only then are they permitted release from captivity.

As expected from someone with this ghastly a sense of humor, a degrading experience for audience and participants alike.

[ She hasn't seemed to acknowledge that she's one of the latter, here. If you're going to lose your temper, she's going to affect self-possession. ]

A GAME?!

[Natsuko grabs Scanty by whatever passes for her collar at the moment (sensible business clothing, presumably).]

You mean to tell me someone kidnapped two grown women to make them play some damn party game like a couple of horny teenagers?

[She lets go quickly, trying to regain her composure and failing miserably. This is ridiculous, and whoever is involved in this is getting arrested SO HARD. Natsuko's hand twitches above her holster again, itching to shoot something over this injustice.]

... So. We have to do what, then, to get out of this? Just follow those idiotic rules and-... and make out for some invisible voyeur? I refuse.

I'm hardly pleased with the situation myself. Brutality doesn't exactly inspire my passions.

[ Scanty rearranges her tie, then tugs on her jacket so it once again lies just so on her flawless figure. You boor. ]

Your violent streak's incorrigible, so I'll skip to the point: our options are twofold. We either exhaust a full seven minutes in anticipation of the door's opening automatically, then attempt to barter with our unseen captors....

[ She licks her lips unconsciously, considering the next option. ]

...or we follow the rrrrules outlined before us, sacrificing dignity for the sake of a convenient exit.

[ The choice seems to honestly leave her unsure. And eying you in a rather unsettling way. Somebody's caught between a ruru and a hard place. ]

[Natsuko grits her teeth, because who the hell is demon-lady to try and act like the reasonable one here?

What aggravates the police woman most is that she knows that Scanty is right. She's right, and Natsuko hates it, but getting mad won't make matters any less moronic. She gives a defeated sigh, leaning up against the wall and pouting at Scanty. If she weren't such a self-righteous, condescending snob, she would probably consider it, at least. Not that she'd admit it out loud either way...]

We might as well wait at this point, it has to have almost been five minutes already just digging around for a way out... Unless they didn't start the timer until we figured it out, but there's no way to know for... Eh...

[She looks up, noticing Scanty giving her the eye.]

H-Hey, what's with that look? You're not actually considering playing along with this, are you?

Always so crass. I prefer the phrase "exploiting the system".

[ Scanty takes a step closer, slinking without really meaning to. Her eyes are focused on your lips, but her brain is a few miles away. ]

While simply breathing the same air has grown repugnant, can a moment's transgression really be weighed against interminable captivity? Neither of us will be at fault...it's inelegant, I'll admit, but so was someone's idea regarding bullets and the door.

[ Still, she doesn't want to. She really, really doesn't want to. Rules aren't supposed to apply to her once they break her own personal code! That supercedes everything.

But she wants out of this stuffy closet. And her ego's kind of piqued by how little you're interested, as well. So she chortles softly, almost provocatively. ]

Is the concept really so distasteful to you? Better men - and women - have begged for less.

Keh, like I care what better people do.

[Natsuko's eyebrow twitches again, something all too familiar about this situation. She half expects Honey to crash in through the ceiling at any moment.

Not that she NEEDS her help or anything. Her gun hand reflexively twitches when Scanty steps forward, but instead curls into a fist. That's right. She can do this without blowing anything up, without waiting for Honey to bail her out.

... But she's really having a hard time justifying giving this condescending cosplay woman any lip service, literal or otherwise. Sure, she's attractive enough, but her personality is about as smooth as sandpaper (as opposed to Natsuko's which is more like shark skin).

Her face is red as she turns her head to look away, jet black ponytail bobbing from the motion. Her hawkish eyes narrow as she contemplates her options, and frankly she doesn't want to spend another moment with Miss Superiority Complex 20XX. She glances a couple of times over at her, eyes focused on those red lips.]

Unless you have some kind of poison on those lips that'll make me forget this ever happened, I'm not begging you for anything.

[Her arms cross firmly over her chest and she takes her gaze off of Scanty to look elsewhere, anywhere else, maybe to keep looking for something to hint at an alternative route, anything. But no it's just more scandalous dresses and trashy items, making the flush on her face worse. Whose closet IS this even?

... Of course, waiting seven minutes surely isn't likely to work, given that they've already been wasting that much time in this closet as it is.]

[ Well well well well well, look who's flustered. Scanty chuckles again, reaching out to try and turn Natsuko's face back towards her. This is still little better than kissing a dog, but at least she's getting an ego trip out of it. And if they've no other options remaining, well...

It's a pity about your personality defects. "Glasses, a ponytail, serious, and a suit" pretty much sums up her type. ]

No one's asking for that~! Why, you can't even be blamed for the circumstances at all! Neither of us can.

Don't read anything into it, please. This is, after all...

[ Pressing close, her lips brush yours for a moment... ]

...the rrrrrule....

[ ...only for her hand to smooth your bangs out from your forehead so she can kiss there instead.

Unless, y'know, you'd already started kissing her back. In which case she'll stick around. (To gloat.) ]

[Funny how that sounds sort of familiar...

Natsuko bristles at the feeling of the hand on her chin, but flinches for just a moment at the fact that the other woman's face is already so close to hers. That moment off-guard is enough for Scanty to get her hand in her hair and her lips on her skin, which sets her face alight like it just caught fire. She sputters for a bit, stunned both from the bait-and-switch and from the action itself.]

Wh-You-... Y-Y-You...!

[Her fingers clench, and her hand swings up quickly...

... to grab Scanty by the tie and drag her back down, her face furious.]

You idiot! If you're going to do it, you should at least do it right, or we'll never get out of here!

[Gritting her teeth, Natsuko punctuates this fact by pressing her lips up hard against Scanty's, as roughly as you'd expect. No, she doesn't care if she's messing up your tie. No, she doesn't care if you're getting some ego trip off of this. She'll arrest you later if she has to. She just wants this hell over with. You are an obstacle to overcome and she is DAMN sure not backing away from an obstacle, no matter how perfectly sculpted it may be.]

W-wai--

[ H-hey, Scanty had perfectly good reasons for that little maneuver! The rules never said anything about a kiss on the lips - at least, not that she can recall! You should be grateful to have a demon around, what with their experience manipulating loopholes...

Or so she'd like to say, but her mouth is quickly, violently occupied. Scanty makes a few muffled snorts in protest at first - as expected, your technique is terrible - but quickly settles into the task at hand. You wanted this done "right", you said.

Fine. It's on. Grinning, she almost purrs. ]

Foolish girl...are you new to this? Your face is redder than mine...

[ Making a grab for your hips to steady herself, Scanty kisses back with all the passion competition can supply, working her mouth sultrily against yours. You think you can treat her this roughly? You don't know the half of her expertise! But she'll teach you, oh, yes, she'll teach you...

Tilting her head, Scanty moans into the kiss, reaching up to tangle her fingers in your ponytail. She hasn't noticed her own breath coming short or her face growing hot. Really, if you'd just...harness all this brute energy...you might amount to something, yet... ]

Edited (how did i not have the motormouth talk) 2013-03-02 15:14 (UTC)

Shut up and ju-ah!

[Natsuko gasps as she feels hands around her hips, a shiver running up her spine. If her face was red, it certainly looks brighter now. She tries to gain some footing, pressing back into the kiss, but Scanty's comment isn't far from the mark. Part of her debates just tightening her grip on Scanty's tie until she starts choking her to get her to back off, but... Well, she'll think of a reason later, but she can get around to doing that when the door opens and she can get some fresh air. Air she needs, because it's suddenly way hotter in here than it was a second ago. Though, that's probably just the fact that she has a demon all up in her business now, and she grunts as she feels fingers tugging at her hair, pulling her face back just enough that she can manage to suck in a deep breath.]

Ha-... What... what's it matter to you, anyway? I don't exactly make a habit of it or anything...

[She's panting. They weren't kissing long enough for her to run out of breath that quickly, was she? Maybe it's just the shock and sudden turn of events setting her on edge. Either way, her fingers tighten around the collar of that expensive-looking business suit. She judges more off of personalities than body types (helpful when the person you're interested tends to shift around them so frustratingly often), and if Scanty were just serious it'd be one thing, they might even be friends. It's just that condescending self-righteousness that sparks her ire, and, well, at the moment it's sparking more than that, much to her chagrin.

She's not going down without a fight, though, so her face twists into a smirk.]

Hey, you're not quitting already, are you? That door's not open yet.

[She shifts her legs, trying to get some a better defensive position, but she's pinned up against the wall as it is. If there was more room to maneuver she could try reversing it, but for now she has to work with what she's got and hope for the best. Just like always.]

Oh~?

[ Scanty all but simpers, up in your space. That look on your face is absolutely exquisite - and she has no idea she's wearing the exact same one. Apparently there's something to be said for brute force after all, because her breath wouldn't come this short from an ego trip alone.

She lets go of your ponytail to run a finger down the side of your face (then wipes it on your shoulder). Now that it's come to this, your struggles are almost endearing; bossy and domineering though she may be, for Scanty this sort of thing isn't any fun unless it's a bit of a competition.

She has also completely forgotten about the door situation. Her focus is entirely on other concerns. ]

I'd thought you considered begging beneath you. Could something have possibly changed your mind?

[ She eyes you up, smirking, wondering how best to approach her next demonstration. Unconsciously, she shifts slightly away - the better, she figures, for approaching round two, but her body's no longer pinning Natsuko's in place.

Clearly nothing will prevent her from calling the shots for the remainder of this encounter. She has this completely under control. ]

If you insist, I suppose I'll oblige - provided you improve on that ghastly technique.

Begging and ordering are two entirely different things. But if that's what you want-!

[There's a flash in Natsuko's hawk-like eyes as she notices Scanty shift ever-so-slightly, and in a flash the police woman has the demon whipped around to replace her previous location, hands held above her head. With a wicked look of her own now, Natsuko pushes in to try and prevent Scanty from regathering her wits enough to react. If asked later, she'll chalk it up to having been caught up in the moment, but she follows up this push by closing her lips around Scanty's yet again. It's certainly not because she's starting to enjoy it, never. Because she herself is hardly the sort for an ego trip. No, Inspector Natsuko Aki is 100% business.

To wit, while she's busy mashing herself up against Scanty and chewing on her bottom lip, she continues holding up the demon's arms with one hand, sneaking the other hand behind her to reach for her handcuffs. If she didn't have to come up for a ragged breath or two, she'd keep the kiss going, but unfortunately her lungs force her up. She keeps her other hand behind her; she's unable to put the handcuffs away or use them without making any noise, so she keeps them stationary. Have to keep her distracted...]

What was that you were saying about my technique...?

[ Scanty catches that look in Natsuko's eyes too late to do anything about it, save to feel a stab of panic and then quite a lot of other things all at once. Outrage, for one - how dare she be handled in this brutal way; shock, for another - how could such a reversal possibly occur...

But now that it's happening it's eliciting the strangest reactions. That look in the other woman's eyes is exciting, for one; it makes her want to fight back not out of anger, but anticipation. Even the sloppy violence with which she's being treated has its own unusual appeal. If it's come to this, she supposes she can get her hands dirty, as well.

Practically moaning (but really sort of grunting), Scanty rubs against Natsuko's body and milks the kiss for all it's worth. Show her up, will you? Turn her on, will you, when you don't deserve this kind of attention? She'll show you...and yet...Surely there can't be anything shameful in enjoying her situation? Repay what you're given, yet demand even more! Yes, of course, that is her rule....

The look she gives Natsuko as they both come up for air is rather dazed, yet not displeased. ]

Hn - even an animal improves with encouragement. You just need to offer the proper reward...

[ Chest heaving and expression disheveled, she still manages to look satisfied with herself. Consider this demon temporarily distracted, but she's coming to rather quickly. In a moment she'll start wondering, if idly, about Natsuko's other hand. ]

SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN

S'alright~

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SAW: gainax edition

they'll off each other even without outside intervention

Speaking of which

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Sorry it took so long, blah i kept getting distracted :S

's okay~ i'm not the fastest tagger myself lately :(

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