Kenzi Malikov (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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pineslog2017-04-04 03:28 pm
onteamdyson) wrote in pineslog2017-04-04 03:28 pm
I can't help it, man! I'm all about stupid!
Who: Kenzi Malikov and EVERYONE?!
Where: The nail salon, Rumlow's gym, Steve/Nat/Bucky's house, Main Street
When: April 1st to 5th
What: Catch all log for shenanigans, bonding, mischief, and conspiracy theories
Warnings: Will update as needed.
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I will match your tag style, prose or action! Either is fine!
Getcho nails did
Work for a living? Does she look like a chump?
...Apparently the answer is yes, because she DOES have a job. She doesn't remember ever applying, but she also definitely remembers working here and doing peoples nails and actually having fun most of the time. It's a creative outlet and it gets her off the couch and out of the house. Working doesn't give her time to mourn the loss of video games she thought she had and ... a person she just can't quite remember. Plus, she's got actual bills to pay now. She's not squatting in a crack shack with--... SOMEONE! Who is it?
It's fine. It's probably not important. She's got a life to worry about. A fresh start. Who needs to steal and con when you can apply rhinestones to peoples fingernails for eight hours a day? Hard work. Honest... work.
Whatever. It's fine. Come on in, sit down at her station, and let her rescue your cuticles. Damn.
He's never coming out.
Kenzi is starting to think she married a workaholic. Which is honestly hilarious considering she is the exact opposite. Of course, it's not all work for Rumlow. He gets to do pretty much his favourite thing ever, which for some reason is lifting weights and getting sweaty and teaching other people how to lift weights and get sweaty until everyone is just lifting things for HOURS! It smells like gym class in there. Probably because... it's a gym. A gym that is open FOREVER which means he leaves the house early and doesn't come back until late.
Eventually, it occurs to Kenzi that she actually misses her husband when he's not home, and that leads to her either visiting him while he's at work and she's on lunch or waiting outside until he's done work so they can head home together.
Watching people get buff gets boring after a while. Seriously, there's only so much ogling a girl can do before she starts to get antsy. Rumlow's busy. There's no way she's gonna touch the equipment when she could just be sitting around instead. The railing out front is a good a spot as any. Fresh air, peace and quiet, lot's of-- UGH, it's boring out here TOO! Someone please talk to her before her eyes roll out of her skull.
How do you even neighbour?
Knock Knock! Now that everyone's no longer dying, Kenzi finally got to bake a fresh batch of cookies to deliver to her neighbours. Okay, mostly they're for Steve, but she knows Bucky's probably going to inhale a few and she'd be super stoked if Nat had some. She hasn't actually talked to Steve since the "accident" and she hasn't seen Bucky or Nat since the party.
Enough of her memory is back that she's... conflicted... about things. Some stuff just doesn't add up, some stuff feels too real to not be true! It's hard to sort out. Kinda makes her head hurt. What she does know is that Steve was super freaking nice to her and she didn't even recognize him and she needs to do something nice to apologize/pay him back. She also knows that she really does care about Bucky, even if he's mad at her for a stupid reason.
Even if he might not actually... be...
No. Nope. Don't go there. Shake it off, Kenzi. Smile.
She continues to wait patiently with the container of cookies in her hands.
Choose your own adventure!
Not feeling any of the above? Hit me up with something else!
Where: The nail salon, Rumlow's gym, Steve/Nat/Bucky's house, Main Street
When: April 1st to 5th
What: Catch all log for shenanigans, bonding, mischief, and conspiracy theories
Warnings: Will update as needed.
[Open]
I will match your tag style, prose or action! Either is fine!
Getcho nails did
Work for a living? Does she look like a chump?
...Apparently the answer is yes, because she DOES have a job. She doesn't remember ever applying, but she also definitely remembers working here and doing peoples nails and actually having fun most of the time. It's a creative outlet and it gets her off the couch and out of the house. Working doesn't give her time to mourn the loss of video games she thought she had and ... a person she just can't quite remember. Plus, she's got actual bills to pay now. She's not squatting in a crack shack with--... SOMEONE! Who is it?
It's fine. It's probably not important. She's got a life to worry about. A fresh start. Who needs to steal and con when you can apply rhinestones to peoples fingernails for eight hours a day? Hard work. Honest... work.
Whatever. It's fine. Come on in, sit down at her station, and let her rescue your cuticles. Damn.
He's never coming out.
Kenzi is starting to think she married a workaholic. Which is honestly hilarious considering she is the exact opposite. Of course, it's not all work for Rumlow. He gets to do pretty much his favourite thing ever, which for some reason is lifting weights and getting sweaty and teaching other people how to lift weights and get sweaty until everyone is just lifting things for HOURS! It smells like gym class in there. Probably because... it's a gym. A gym that is open FOREVER which means he leaves the house early and doesn't come back until late.
Eventually, it occurs to Kenzi that she actually misses her husband when he's not home, and that leads to her either visiting him while he's at work and she's on lunch or waiting outside until he's done work so they can head home together.
Watching people get buff gets boring after a while. Seriously, there's only so much ogling a girl can do before she starts to get antsy. Rumlow's busy. There's no way she's gonna touch the equipment when she could just be sitting around instead. The railing out front is a good a spot as any. Fresh air, peace and quiet, lot's of-- UGH, it's boring out here TOO! Someone please talk to her before her eyes roll out of her skull.
How do you even neighbour?
Knock Knock! Now that everyone's no longer dying, Kenzi finally got to bake a fresh batch of cookies to deliver to her neighbours. Okay, mostly they're for Steve, but she knows Bucky's probably going to inhale a few and she'd be super stoked if Nat had some. She hasn't actually talked to Steve since the "accident" and she hasn't seen Bucky or Nat since the party.
Enough of her memory is back that she's... conflicted... about things. Some stuff just doesn't add up, some stuff feels too real to not be true! It's hard to sort out. Kinda makes her head hurt. What she does know is that Steve was super freaking nice to her and she didn't even recognize him and she needs to do something nice to apologize/pay him back. She also knows that she really does care about Bucky, even if he's mad at her for a stupid reason.
Even if he might not actually... be...
No. Nope. Don't go there. Shake it off, Kenzi. Smile.
She continues to wait patiently with the container of cookies in her hands.
Choose your own adventure!
Not feeling any of the above? Hit me up with something else!
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She goes for cheesy, he goes for sultry. It's kind of how they work. Rumlow's nose flares as he takes in the scent of her, somehow delicate as much as it is intoxicating. He sees the game she's playing though, trying to get him to make the next move. It is tempting. He's got the self control she lacks, however. Knows she'll give in well before he does.
He curls his fingers against her back, drags them slow from one side to the other. His nose bumps against hers, lips so close they almost touch more than once -- but he doesn't give in. Rumlow smirks instead, waiting for Kenzi to press herself against him.
"You look like you want something."
He purrs, fingers drawing up her back and under her silken hair until they reach the nape of her neck. A subtle reminder of who's in control. Rumlow stares at her, watching, waiting. Letting the anticipation build until Kenzi can't stand it.
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Not this time, buddy. Nope. No freaking way. Not even when she's picturing what she thinks her lips look prettiest around. His fingers could be a problem. Yeah, it's definitely a problem when his hand gets under her hair, making her shudder visibly until it reaches her neck. She sucks in a sharp breath, mentally cursing herself because she's trying to prove some kind of point now.
Kenzi bites her lower lip, not moving an inch even though it's practically torture when he's right there and she could just be all up on him but now her pride's getting caught up in this.
"Nah. I'm good." She firmly plants her hands under her butt, literally sitting on them in case her steely resolve melts under his stupid, fiery Italian smolder. She is RESISTING! She can DO THIS!
...She probably can't do this.
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"You sure about that, sweetheart?"
He asks, eyes flicking down to where she's sat upon her hands. It might stop her -- for a minute or two. Rumlow is very sure of himself, always has been. Seducing his wife is really no different. Though really, if all she wants to do is make out, he's okay with that too. Either way, it's fun to play with her, get her all riled up.
His fingers squeeze at the back of her neck, massaging the muscles on either side of her spine. It usually works pretty quick to make her slump against him in appreciation for the touch, but he decides to turn things up, just a little. He tugs at her hair, tilting her head back while his own tips forward, the barest catch of stubble on his cheek ghosting across her own while his lips find her ear.
"Suit yourself."
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Her eyes squeeze shut and she exhales shakily. "You... are actually the worst?" The best. "And I'm totally sure about that." Totally sure she WANTS HIM. "Aaaaaaaaaaand-- fuck it."
So much for resisting. Look, it's been an emotionally exhausting day and she waited for him and everything and you totally can't judge her for crawling into his lap and making out with him hardcore. He's freaking beautiful! It really doesn't take a lot of convincing on her part. Especially when he's the only thing in this house that doesn't make her feel like she's aimlessly walking through a movie set every day. He's real and this is real and no matter what, even if they don't actually have a history, she's not gonna bail on him.
This is the first time the thought of staying with someone hasn't made her want to run.
"Maybe we should relocate?" To spare Jefferson at least. She figures the cameras are gonna pick it up no matter what room their in. Pervs.
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"Mm, might as well. Don't need more of an audience than we already have..."
At that, Rumlow stands, arms around Kenzi to keep her right where he wants her. He gathers her up and holds her close, giving her another kiss before he promptly carries her towards the bedroom. Shutting the door behind him, he advances towards the bed and plops her down on it -- for only a moment before he's pouncing on her and grinning like a wolf. She had given in, and now, Rumlow's about to give her that reward.