Remaining Anonymous (Desdemona)

DESDEMONA VALENTINE

"Damnit! I can't be lost!" her voice was low and ominous, she sounded quite tired to begin with. She gripped the trembling Poke'ball that held her Pignite partner, and she huffed. This was a great place to get lost, one the bases for the Immortalis. Oh yes, perfect. Sarcasm. A awesome way to start your day. Why not let someone attack her? Hehe, simply amazing, right? The young woman snuck throughout alleys, tip-toeing her way through crowds, keeping her head down- always down here, she couldn't let anyone see her eyes- they'd know who she was. Yeah, she was apart of the Hydra alliance, but everyone would want her to give her trigger-happy group a wake-up call. Being the leader of the one of the most feared rebellion always had their disadvantages... being a well-known girl didn't help the cause either. Why not put a damn bull's eye on your head for goodness sake?


The short, bull-headed woman stomped through the crowd, grumbling curses under her breath and kicking up dirt. She wanted to laugh, but she was so pissed her lips wouldn't allow a note of song to come out. Emerald eyes shown from the plaid hooded jacket she worn, behind wire-rimmed glasses and a narrow face. She was beautiful- yet so dangerous no one dared to even say so. She would never let anyone tame her. She was a wild mare charging through the grasslands, no stallion would woo her... never.

Cinnamon hair swayed behind her back, like the wild mane of a lion, yet well-groomed and sleek, and smelt slightly of the honey shampoo she used almost every night, yet she wasn't was she looked of. She was a tyrant. A commander, a street-smart woman with a heart of stone. Desdemona, strict and swift would never elope with a man. As she pushed through the crowd, she finally had given up. She might want to ask for directions. But from whom? Everyone was a traitor or part of the Immortalis. There was no one to trust anymore. As she passed an older building, abandoned and an hollow husk of what it used to be, something- or someone caught her eye. A taller man, a whisper of one, actually, passing by it as he looked it over somewhat. With the cloak he wore, she couldn't see his face, but she was curious. The scars that couldn't her body almost delicately shown she was an overall curious person, which sometimes, this got her in... quite sticky situations.

She crept closer, and soon, she was walking behind him. She licked her lips and grabbed the back of the clock with a delicate yet strong hand. "Hey... you. Turn 'round n' give me directions." a scowl was on her face, no kindness or warmth. She meant what she said, and didn't care for what he felt. Like she'd ever care.

DESDEMONA VALENTINE

A snarl rented from her lips. He turned around, and the smile on his face, wide and sadistic face her. It pissed her off. She growled, lowly, mainly sounding like a grumbling noise. The smile lessened into a daunting smirk, and she backed away slowly, a scowl replacing the snarl on her mouth. As he approached, she gritted her teeth, not allowing any type of noise to come from her but the growls. Shoulders raised like a cornered animal, eyes wide like a doe being attacked by a wolf.

Well, this day was getting better and better. First, she's lost in one of the most dangerous cities, the bases of the Immortalis higher ups where she could be easily kidnapped. This guy didn't really seem like he knew her. How odd. Those officials buzzing and swarming about like flies to rotten meat. And finally, a random, complete stranger she asks for directions turns out to be a pervert. Oh yes, Desdemona, why not take of your damn pants and throw yourself at the guy? A pyshcopathic pevert. Oh bravo! This what excactly was the hell she needed at this excact place and time.

"I can't give you directions unless you tell me where you want to go, love. Or perhaps you'd like to just follow me home?"

She felt hand grab her hips instantly after he spoke. He was daring, she gave him that. But sadly for him, she could kick ass and get home in time for dinner at the hotel. But, when she tried to move out of his grip, his fingers only dug deeper, making her wince. Her face flushed a scarlet red, suddenly embarrassed. What he said, digusted her in many way imginaable, but it also excited her to no end. She gave him a smile, it was dark and ominous, but also playful and curt. She was daring him, she dared him to try. It was like a game of cat and mouse. Only when the mouse wanted the cat to play.

"I should say yer a dirty pig n' I don't want anything to do with you." she whispered. Her voice was like a knife gliding along a silver plate, and she let out a chuckle. Why was she laughing, now? She was so amused that this man would try such a thing. So cliche' that she almost couldn't contain the laughter that boiled under the surface of her skin. She leaned forward, pressing her body against his, and she grinned. The round glasses on intensified her emerald eyes.

"I just want to get back to my hotel. But, if you insist." she swiftly grabbed on to his hands, which were both on her hips, and gave them a slight squeeze. She'll play the game. She wasn't nearly as interested as she looked, but she was curious. Her curiousity always got the better of her, but lately, its been getting her into trouble. She shrugged.

DESDEMONA VALENTINE

She almost laughed at this. His words, his actions were simply enticing and- amusing. He was obviously a part of the Immortalis. She hated to admit it, as much as she knew. When his hands clasped on the small of her back, she knew there was no escape. Might as well smooth her way through and see how things turn out. She allowed a purr to rumble from her lips, closing her eyes and letting her delicate eyelashes flutter at the man, then pouting and pursing her lips. He found her out. Ah, he was a smart one. For sure.

"Tell me, Miss Valentine, what hotel allows a wanted criminal to stay there? I would so love to let my Deino tear the place apart."

She had to think for a moment, and she grinned wildly at his, tilting her hand slightly to look almost innocent in her mannerisms.

"Oh dear. Isn't it the big n' bad God- Zeke Striker. Must've been awaiting my presence, huh? Or was it pure luck?"

She allowed her mouth to let out a rumble of nervous laughter from her lips. Yes. The silver hair, the constant smile. She had to know everyone to know who and what they were planning. If he wanted her this badly, he could've just said something instead of trying to get her to slip up. Desdemona always had a back-up plan. She may not look like she did, but she always did. No matter the situation. As his finger dug deeper into the flesh of her hips, making her wince slightly, she shook her head. So he was supposed to be the cat in the game? Huh. No wonder. Immortalis were always after Hydra and Phoenix superiors all the time. Wasn't a big deal, and she wasn't threatened.

The mousy woman pressed her body against his a bit more closely, batting her eyes and gnawing her bottom lip, wanting to look anxious, worried. Frightened. Being the seemingly cowering woman was a scheming mind that was always plotting. She let out a sigh and she closed her eyes once more, attempting to look as if she was on the brink of sobbing. "If your planning on ripping apart the hotel, can it wait after we're done, Zeke? You can alert all your Immortalis buddies as well- but I'll be gone by then, Des always leaves- never leaves a trace." her voice had risen to a dull, but deep tenor, sultry, seductive. A bit of a lax tone mixed with nervous, jerky movements. She wanted to get away. His grip was tight. She let out a growl.

"Take it all in, Zeke. Touch my hips, stroke my hair, kiss me if you want. Get in my bed and sleep with me- if you like. But, you won't see me again. Not here, at least." she whispered, tip-toeing to get to his ear. He wanted her. She wanted him. But, he won't get her arrested. She won't put her Hydra member in danger just for the sake of her own unbridled lust. Not now.

Not ever.