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Typist's Role Play History
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Role Play Sample
"And you're just as stuffy as ever." Sanya shot back at Viktor with a grin, taking in his outfit as she set her drink on the coffee table and grabbed a soda out of the fridge and tossed it to the man laughing at his next comment. "The naked part perhaps but the upside down part? Really Viktor? Sometimes i think that giant ass brain of yours has far to active an imagination." She told him with amusement as she settled down on the couch again. It was true that while she respected Viktor she was somewhat intimidated by his intellect. She wasn't stupid, not by a long shot, but Viktor thought up stuff she could only understand at best and left her completely baffled at worst. Though she realized she probably could work enough to understand Viktors inventions she had no real desire too. If something worked, it worked. She didn't need to know the intimate workings of every single little tool she used.
As he continued to speak about his latest step forward Sanya's mind wandered back to the first time she'd been able to appreciate the true scale of Viktors intellect after he'd brought her into the brotherhood. In all honestly he'd scared the shit out of her at first, despite the fact he'd healed her body best he could. The man was smart enough he could level the entire world if he wanted too, and to her relatively uneducated mind the concept had baffled her. She'd realized rather quickly that Viktor was not the kind of man just to level the world just because he could or out of pure spite and in time she'd come to accept and respect him, something no one else in this world had managed as of yet.
She brought her attention back to her foster father as he asked the usual idle banter. She only had a moment to consider telling her about the asshole who'd cut her off the night before but was interrupted by his next question. She glared at the man who'd raised her for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. She wondered if all parents were so frustratingly perceptive. Worried as Viktor got over Raisa she wouldn't be surprised if he had something to monitor her seizures for him, but it wasn't something she liked to think about. Just because he wouldn't destroy the world for kicks she didn't think he'd have quite so many qualms about invading her privacy if he thought it was a good enough reason. Earning her respect didn't mean she was mindlessly devoted like Raisa was the foolish girl.
"I had one this morning.Woke me up." She said sourly as she laid down on the couch and looked up at the ceiling, avoiding Viktors gaze. "I think it's been this week, on my way home last night after the incident at the lab someone cut me off on the drag, wrecked my bike." She said with annoyance, leaving out the part where her bike didn't get wrecked when she got cut off. The last thing she needed right now was a scolding from Viktor. She wasn't glass and she refused to act like she was.Reaching over the arm of the couch she stretched and grabbed the bottle of Vodka, bringing the lip of it to her mouth and taking a long drought of it before slamming it back down on top of the mini fridge. She let out a gasp as the alcohol burned down he throat before finding its way to her stomach, leaving her more than slightly warm.
"To Russia the good and the absolutely fucking horrible about it." She said before grabbing the bottle again and raising it in the air in a mock toast before taking another healthy swig, enjoying the warmth that spread throughout her body. She set the bottle down on the coffee table and stood, undoing her shorts and kicking them off, nearly falling over in the process, catching herself on he edge of the coffee table before sitting back down. "much better." She said as she gently fanned herself with her hand, the pleasant buzz in her head doing wonders for her mood. Despite the fact most people would've been hammered by the alcohol she'd drunk she'd pleasantly learned that one of the perks of being a vampire was there were no hang overs, though Raisa would probably be complaining bout the taste later. "want a hit? " She asked with a grin as she offered the bottle to Viktor. It was obvious she considered the topic closed for discussion, though whether or not Viktor felt the same would remain to be seen....
