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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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Post by Olivia on May 18, 2015 23:36:31 GMT -5
And the blood will dry underneath my nails. But I know no matter what it takes, I'm coming home ▼  |
* Time.. Time had a funny way of feeling longer or shorter than reality. It was a blessing and a curse. Times you wanted things to last longer, felt like a second. Times where you wanted things to just end felt like eternity. Time was a precious commodity that everyone took for granted. No one was promised tomorrow so cherish them today. That saying held more weight than many probably wanted to give it credit for. It spoke truth in the littlest way possible. You never knew when a person was just going to up and vanish. That was the case of Olivia Phoenix Cassadine. Two years ago to her adoptive family she had just suddenly disappeared. Almost completely gone off the grid.
* Yet in a nearby alley the thudding sounds of a tussle had finally come to a halt after about five minutes or so. It felt longer naturally but five minutes and it was all over. Five minutes and she was still breathing while the others either weren't or were down and most certainly out hopefully. What mattered was not the context but the fact that she was still alive. Still breathing. Her shirt was completely torn it's remnants merely dangling off the right side of her frame. She was tired. Out of breath. Chest heaving up and down as she hit her back against the brick wall as a knife fell out her hand hitting the concrete floor with a ting. Eyes closed trying to regain herself. Gathering herself from fending off five guys at once which now at least three were certainly dead.
* Hearing the groaning from one of the downed men, Olivia steadily opened her eyes. But honestly her body was spent. Five minutes doesn't seem like the longest of times but when you're getting hit and tossed around in the process of defending against multiple foes it was inevitable to feel drained. The red head peeled herself off the wall just barely and staggered her way out of the alley. The left side of her front and back was exposed revealing her bra and back tattoo. She had blood staining her front but it wasn't hers. However the blood from the corner of her mouth was. A bruise on her right cheek was forming and her ribs stung. Typical scenario the rain kicked in, light droplets pouring down as she just got out the alley and stumbled into a lamp post holding onto it to keep herself up as she coughed still trying to regain her breath.
- Why did you have to rain now?..Shit.-
* Footsteps drew her attention but she knew it wasn't from the alley. No way that guy or the other got up quick enough to follow. She and them would be staggering if anything and she barely pulled herself out. Whoever was approaching was about to get met with a wild right hook that would throw her off balance if it landed or if she missed dropping her to the ground if whoever did not catch her. It wasn't like Olivia to throw attacks wildly but this was an exception.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2015 15:58:16 GMT -5
Cursed. Dante had the feeling that he was inexorably cursed with the worst timing of any human being alive. Though he'd made it a habit to rise above the mounting threats to his psyche some days the darkness would sink in and hit him rather hard. That being said he shambled into a downtown bar and drank the darkness down stomaching it in his hardened gullet. How his family would look down on him now for succumbing to this sort of medication to his perpetual darkness. Dante would never let them see it, he was a stronger person than to rope in his family into this after all the Cassadine motto was family first. At least that's what he took from father's teachings and with that he needed to become that much stronger, have days like this where he could hide the pain deeper until it was just a figment. A deep gulp before the glass was empty and so was Dante cleansed of the lingering thoughts of hopelessness. He felt so alone in this world pressed for searching for Olivia, and fighting with Adonis. It was almost as though he were living a nightmare where his moral standings were being warped against him.
Clinking his glass away across the table and stumbling to a stand Dante would make a break for the door, his footing unsteady and carrying him unsteadily to the door. The bartender wouldn't pass him a glance, it was one of those establishments where he'd seen it all, Dante was hardly the first to drink his feelings away. Dante would break the seal on the establishment and hit a wall of rain trickling down on him, it was soft for the time being but the cloud cover rolling in looked to present a more threatening storm looming ahead.
The sounds of clashing fists and flesh would draw his attention through the fog of his head and snap him to attention and a moment of sobriety would move him to react still shambling down the pedestrian walkway until meeting a shambled figure leaving the alleyway. Smack. Direct hit making his balance waver and attention shatter, all the same it woke him from his fog, lurching over his foe as she seemed to stumble over him in her lack of balance. Despite the hit Dante would hold out his arms to catch her and assist with balance even though he was a staggered crutch barely holding himself up. If anything they were holding each other up for lack of a better word.
"Solid hook...." He'd squeak out from a alcohol laden breath. Dante would reposition if she'd allowed him to lift her up his hands unconsciously groping her a bit in the uncoordinated act.
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Post by Olivia on Jun 8, 2015 17:59:53 GMT -5
and the blood will dry
underneath my nails. But I know no matter what it takes. I'm coming home. ▼ NOTES:* Homecoming
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* Olivia's wild attack actually made contact much to her surprise and relief. At least with it connecting she ensured a hint of reprieve, well it would've been that way had she maintained her balance. Sadly that wasn't the case and she faltered in her footing. The receiver of her swing staggered backwards as she forwards into him. Her hands gripped at areas between his shoulder and neck for some kind of support. Honestly two wobbly individuals trying to find some kind of level ground could be comical.
* She felt his hands grab her as his voice rang in her ears. There was a hint of familiarity within in his tone. She heard this voice before though for certain it changed a little. Her head was down as the rain started to drench her red locs. She was so tired to honest. Her body was starting to ache and she just wanted to get out of this rain. His hands slipped up and touched her where he wasn't permitted and that caused her to react again. What was the typical thing a girl went for in this situation where they felt threatened by the opposite sex? Her grip immediately tightened as with whatever energy she mustered up she quickly raised her right knee to slam into his jewels.
* Instantly she'd push the presumed pervert off of her taking a small stagger back that ended with her falling on her butt with a huff. Still she never glanced up to this newcomer the whole time till she heard rustling from the alleyway she came from. Sounded like at least one had possibly gotten up and was fumbling about. Just her luck. Couldn't she just get a break? A warm dry bed? Food? Tirelessly. Frustratingly. She sighed lifting her head up to the sky.
"Oh come on."
* Olivia tilted her head away from the rainy sky and looked at the guy she kneed. Something about him seemed familiar as she found herself not moving from her spot. The air around had changed and she couldn't put her finger on it just yet, but she had to shake it off. With a strained effort Olivia pulled herself to her feet, turning around and grabbing the nearby light post. Her half exposed back facing him now as she tried to still gather her breathing as the guy in the alleyway was starting to make his way out. Couldn't this night just end or change? That'd be nice.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2015 21:09:44 GMT -5
If the fog wasn't clear now it sure would be soon. Dante barely managing to stabilize himself let alone the rouge haired lass he'd struggle to get his footing and awareness for his surroundings. His eyes would caress over the girl's flesh seeing her tattoo through the shredded mess of her being remembering a fabled memory that he'd hidden long past. 'Olivia...?' He'd furrow his brows trying to get a clear look at her a bit shaken by the similarity it had to the one his long lost sister had been interested in before catching a solid smash to the family jewels.
"Oof..."
Dante was down like a sack of rocks head over shoulders, arms removed from the girl and now cradling his precious balls as though they were an expensive diamond sharded glass. A much more vulnerable one all the same. On the floor he couldn't manage looking up but he'd hear her mouth out something of concern, he hadn't exactly taken to heart his surroundings only that she was in clear distress; ripped fragments of clothes garnished her being and Dante's inner hero complex struggled past the concern for his own well being but damn.... did it hurt. The boy would be muddled to the ground and after what would seem like an age and a half would remove his hands from his groin and reach out...
"Hey....wait... I..." He'd cough out still trying to find his balls probably somewhere up in his throat given coughing as a side effect. Dante's hand grappling round her ankle trying to vi for a little more attention, or buy time til he could muster himself upright.
If the mystery threat from the shadows were to emerge Dante would struggle upright to a knee fighting against the pain to focus clearly on the threat. However he was just as likely to get put back into the dirt by the mystery girl. And honestly if the threat was a weak frail little boy or something he'd have half a mind to kick the mystery girl in her lady parts....
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Post by Olivia on Jun 8, 2015 21:58:46 GMT -5
and the blood will dry
underneath my nails. But I know, no matter what it takes. i'm coming home. ▼ NOTES:* Homecoming
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* This kind of situation honestly was something she was used to. Anyone that knew her could usually expect her to stir a little trouble even if she didn't necessarily mean to. She was usually the one that when things sometimes got a little to far turned into the kinda sorta semi voice of reason? Did that even make sense? She wasn't the voice of reason by truly or by choice but on the occasion she turned to be the one to cool a situation. It was ironic considering her tongue was like fire once she started she kept adding the fuel. Nevertheless she didn't start this ordeal at all. But she sure as hell was going to finish it completely. She wasn't a quitter. Upon hearing the straining voice telling her to wait, she felt the grip against her ankle and turned her head over her shoulder.
"I'm too tired for this shit."
* Olivia seemed to hiss the words out while about to shake his grip off but she didn't. Instead she looked down at him and found herself recognizing the down fellow. That red and white hair, she knew him. Though the white stoked in with the red more so cause of the rain it was clear to make out. The blood stains on her were slightly washing away with the rain. She turned around a little more tilting her head curiously to the side trying to make sure she was right. It was like a dream she vividly remembered hoping that it wasn't just a dream and it had became reality. Was it really?
"Da-Dante?"
* Realization struck her. She just kneed her adopted brother in the balls. Well it wasn't the first time but this was different technically. Kinda. A huge wave of relief passed through her core. Suddenly she felt the energy leave her feeling a small grace of peace. Olivia collapsed to her knees as Dante tried to get to his feet. The guy from the alley had stumbled out slightly but leaned on the wall for support. The man was in no real condition and even Dante in the slightest pain could knock the man out in one blow. The man's eyes seemed to turn red seeing Olivia whom was now kneeling on the ground with another heavy sigh.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2015 22:49:51 GMT -5
"Da-Dante?"
Snap back to reality oh there goes gravity... . Hobbling to a stand Dante would hold his sister up managing to muster the strength back again. It wasn't some valiant attempt of machismo but more of one that all his actions up to this day were finally validated. It'd been two years since Olivia disappeared, and now she was back.. Questions raced through his head like bullets but all he really wanted to ask her was if she was alright. The world was not a kind place and he feared somewhere deep down that if he'd have just been there he could have prevented it. But knowing this little spitfire she'd faced those cold people in the world with an unwavering heat.
"What happened...?"
Dante could feel his heart leap in his chest for a moment ignoring the figure as it'd emerged from the space in the wall, his question not entirely based on that though it would probably be perceived as such, he wanted to know everything where she'd been what had happened and why she was in such shambles now, blood streaking even lightly brought a sense of vigor to his weakened bod. No matter, it didn't matter.
"Sit still," his brows would furrow and back straighten up to settle her softly against the wall for support. With what strength he had Dante would close the distance between the figure that'd done things to his sister. She may not have been blood but he considered her closer than any friend he could have. "I have to tend to something." A fire in the boy's eyes as his hand lurched out towards the man's scalp taking with it an attempt to slam him repeatedly against the wall. If the enemy countered he'd press forward still grappling hands onto the man's chest, regardless Dante would put his body weight into the man and slam him against the wall til his brains were mush. Even after he'd pass out from the bashing Dante would continue consumed with a rage that only Olivia would be able to stop.
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Post by Olivia on Jun 9, 2015 0:31:12 GMT -5
and the blood will dry
underneath my nails. But I know, no matter what it takes. I'm coming home ▼ NOTES:* Can we go home now?
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* Well who would've thought this meeting would happen on this night of nights. Dante finding his sister a disheveled mess was not the ideal reunion that either one of them probably pictured happening. But then again where else would he have found her at? Wasn't this a better scenario than anything else he probably could figure? She was alive and somewhat well. She wasn't tied up in some warehouse getting the shit beaten out of her. Or in some lab hooked up to weird machinery getting experimented on. So all in all this wasn't so bad right?
* Olivia allowed his help as she stood back up. Her arms and legs finally feeling a bit like jelly. Her body was getting more sore as the adrenaline rush was starting to wear off. She was starting to feel the effects of taking and dishing out a beating wash over her as he rested her against a nearby wall. His question had not fallen upon death ears but she didn't get much of a chance to answer. Heavy as her head felt she lifted it up to catch that look in his eyes. A look that only meant one thing for the party at the receiving end. There was no mercy in those eyes of his. Leaving her to rest she watched as he grabbed the man's head and began violently slamming it against the wall.
* Over and over. The man's skull hit cracking and splitting blood splattering everywhere. Was she fazed by his violence? Not one bit but she knew she had to stop him. They weren't in an alleyway anymore, this was an opening and no doubt sooner or later someone would emerge. Cerulean blues gazed over his form taking in his rage as she pulled herself off the wall, dragging her form over to him. Her voice was low, full of exhaustion as a hand rested on the shoulder of the arm he wasn't using to bash the man's skull in.
"..Dante..."
* More than likely saying his name once wouldn't cut it. She would need to get a little louder and she would just enough for them.
"Dante."
* If he finally stopped and looked at her. The rain had soaked her hair and clothes. Her face would remain neutral until he chose to fully turn to her away from the mess he had just created. Wow how long had it been? What was he doing there? What was she doing there? Where the hell had she been? Olivia would formulate a weak tired smile as she spoke a simple word before finding gravity grabbing her and pulling her forward towards him. Had he caught her he'd find this little spitfire passed out for the count.
"..Hey.. "
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2015 2:38:19 GMT -5
Crack, crack, crack....
Dante could feel his walls falling down and shattering apart, the bloodlust filling his eyes a shade not too distant from his crimson hair. A voice reaching out to him in the bloody rage but a minor whisper, it wasn't until it was repeated that he was reminded of her. Dante's hands and legs went weak loosening his grip on the man and letting his shambled figure droop against the wall, as for Dante he'd be breathing heavily mustering the strength to battle between the drunkenness, the rage, and the relief above all else.
Dante would stumble backwards choosing to face her fully closing the gap that she'd managed to crawl from, her hand on his forearm and his managing to loop around her to hold the girl. As it so happened in his distraught position he was the one with a slight bit more hold to the world at the moment.
"..Hey.. "
The last words she'd say before passing out in his grip. Dante couldn't help but grin; despite the worry, stress, and weakness he was under right about now he was so happy.
"You're an idiot...." Dante would mutter under his breath not really directing it to anyone, potentially her, potentially himself. With a motion he'd hoist her up in his grip. The frail girl not weighing too much as he'd carry her to his car and after a short drive to his hotel.
Come morning she'd wake up to a strange environment; the hotel room was a single bedroom apartment vibe with a large kitchen and living room. The walls were pasteled a cream color whilst the light from the sun burst in through weakly tinted windows and bounced against the ivory tile of the kitchen. Olivia would find herself tucked into bed a spare set of clothes that were perhaps a size too big on her at the edge of the bed. In the neighboring living room Dante slept scrunched up in a ball on the couch quietly breathing whilst the occasional tumble to readjust his position and sleep more comfortably and a bit of drool slopping from his mouth, clinging to the pillows. |
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Post by Olivia on Jun 9, 2015 9:52:15 GMT -5
and the blood will dry
underneath my nails. but i know, no matter what it takes. I'm coming home. ▼  NOTES:* Cook with luv~
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* She probably was an idiot from time to time. Getting into a hint of trouble was normal. She could be mischievous and slick with her mouth. She would push when she needed to pull back but she wouldn't be her if she was any different right? Finally she had a moments reprieve from the nights activities. In his arms she would've remained still but on the occasion curled in closer to him. His name would've mumbled on her lips a time or two before they finally reached whatever the destination was.
* Throughout the night she found herself tossing and turning lightly as the rain pitter pattered outside. The thunder rumbled low but never grew past anything in the distance so she was able to sleep better than if it was louder. The night seemed to sweep over fairly quickly as morning rolled in. The sleeping beauty stirred once again rolling over and almost tumbling off the bed had she not caught herself. Her eyes hadn't adjusted yet to the light as she sat up with her legs folding underneath her. She yawned, stretching while rubbing one eye and lazily gazed around the room. She didn't feel uncomfortable so she knew she had to be somewhere safe. But where was she? Wait didn't she see Dante last night? She shook her head off the cobwebs and slide off the bed realizing she was in her underwear's, well at least she didn't sleep in wet clothes.
* Gazing about she saw the clothes placed for her. Still feeling a bit sore she strolled over steadily and picked up the shirt and threw it over her form. Screw the bottom for now she didn't feel like constantly pulling it up. She would run her hand through her hair to smooth it out a bit as she made her way towards the living room/kitchen area. There is where she found the slumbering beast curled up like a child on the couch. Cerulean blues grew with mischievous thoughts filling her mind. She felt like pouncing on him to wake him or maybe scare the crap out of him. But her stomach rumbled singling the need for food.
"You got lucky this time."
* She spoke softly declaring how her hungry had saved him from her. Time to go do something she did well. And that was cook. In the kitchen Olivia stalked about trying to find anything she could actually make breakfast with. Lord and behold she found him pancake mix. Well pancakes it was then. Not just any pancakes though, cinnamon pancakes and bacon on the side. Oh yes.She prepped rather quickly and started cooking finishing the bacon first and pouring in the pancake batter into the pan. All the while she was swaying her hips side to side, singing a little song to herself. It was always something she did when she was cooking. If she wasn't singing or humming then it wasn't being made with love and something was seriously wrong. Suddenly it was like nothing had ever occurred and she was never missing.
"I saw him dancing there by the record machine
I knew he must have been about seventeen
The beat was going strong
Playing my favorite song
And I could tell it wouldn't be long till he was with me, yeah me
And I could tell it wouldn't be long till he was with me, yeah me
Singing, I love rock and roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock and roll
So come and take your time and dance with me"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2015 17:49:27 GMT -5
*Sniff Sniff Sniff!*
Dante's nostrils would flare in the wind, his attention still central on sleep as he hadn't been getting much as of late though the penetrating scent of heat entering his nose forced him to salivate even more. A puddle forming against his protective forearm that would cradle his head upright and prevent him from suffocating on his own weight. The sleeping beauty would roll around repositioning himself to sprawl outwards like a cat; hands veiling his face to protect from the interjecting light that was around him however dim it was the jaunting sun beams would still force him to growl quietly under his breath.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr...
The beast within rummaging, scratching at its dark confines and scaling the walls to make Dante's throat rasp out. Another roll and Dante would be on his side kicking himself to ignore the growing pain in his gut and the pressing feeling against his temples.
"I love rock and roll So come and take your time and dance with me"
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....
The grumbling forcing sleeping beauty to rise upright blearily catching his sister there humming in the kitchen playfully. Dante would rub his eyes cross with the reality of the matter. No he was still dreaming, just a transition of the drink he'd taken to, some stranger he'd brought home to quell his anguish over the hunt. He didn't even understand why he was here on the couch, playing through the whole incident in his head. It was all too real.
Rubbing his scalp the young man would lose grip on the edge of the couch and tumble over falling to the floor silently up just as quick on all fours. He'd need to investigate this matter with utmost interest. Pulling off a staunch, sneaky crawl he'd make way into the kitchen just behind her and poke a single index finger at her butt trying to get her attention.... albeit he didn't exactly think this plan through... it was early. |
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Post by Olivia on Jun 15, 2015 19:07:46 GMT -5
And the blood will dry
underneath my nails. but I know, no matter what it takes. I'm coming home. ▼ NOTES:* the bumbum though
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* When Olivia cooked she entered a little world of her own. The kitchen was her domain. You don't fuck with someone in their dominon. It's possible that bad things could happen to either party. You know if say the one doing the cooking had a knife in their hand the other one could potentially get stabbed. Things like that. Horrible, dangerous things. Who wants that to happen? How would you explain that death at the gates? Death while trying to scare someone. Yeah that's something to talk about.
* Luckily Olivia didn't have such a sharp object in her grasp. Her only weapon at the moment was the spatula in her hand that was in the middle of flipping the pancakes over. Her body continued to sway to the rhythm in her head. His groaning had gone completely ignored. She didn't even hear when he dropped onto the ground. He was like a ninja or something. Almost done with the cooking when suddenly said a feeling of being watched. The moment his finger got near and almost poked her he would feel the hard plastic of the spatula smacking against his hand. She would turn to find the little sneak probably nursing his hand.
"Serves you right. I'm trying to be nice making your breakfast and you're trying to scare me. Rude much?"
* She said with a playful tone turning around to finish her pancakes. It really seemed like nothing ever happened. Like she hadn't vanished two years ago and was suddenly back in his life and he in hers. She blossomed a little more into her beauty, her hair got a bit longer. She seemed to have gotten the tattoo she drew and showed him that time ago. Though that was now covered by the long shirt she wore that belonged to him. However there was a bruise on the corner of her lip from the fight in the alleyway. Her ribs were still throbbing a bit as well but overall she seemed perfectly fine.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2015 14:06:08 GMT -5
Twack
The pronged spatula swatting his hand away with a force brought on more by surprise really than anything else but needless to say the result would be the same and Dante's hand would be drawn back with a wavering tsk bringing his hand quickly into the other's grasp sheltering it from another go. His eyes brought up to her finally taking Olivia in for the first real glimpse in just over two years, reality finally settling in around him and her words falling short of the emotions roiling in his guts.
Dante would remain silent to her nonchalant response his eyes tracing her slowly, her physique notably changed in those past years, injuries aside she was looking good. The tattoo she'd mentioned getting years ago finally in its rightful place and her posture as careless as ever. The emotion in his gut finally settling to a noteworthy anger bubbling to the surface making his breath and his skin ripple with heat. Dante would rise to a semi-stand wrapping his hands around her waist or at least attempting to.
"You damned idiot!"
Dante would say with some longing, his breath ragged from the exhausting amount of effort it would take to restrain his thoughts and not upset her. She'd run off, and he'd shoulder the burden of it all being his fault.
"You can't just come back into my life and stand there like that without explaining.... without.."
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Post by Olivia on Jun 19, 2015 0:23:25 GMT -5
and the blood will dry
underneath my nails. but i know. no matter what it takes. i'm coming home. ▼ NOTES:* daaaww
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* Had been paying attention behind her she might've noted the building in Dante's demeanor. The changes that was formulating behind her how they were going to explode towards her. Not in a bad way but an expressive way she wouldn't have truly expected. She seemed so nonchalant. So carefree. Meanwhile unknowingly to her he was starting to fume. Placing the finished pancakes on a separate plate her body jerked slightly feeling the sudden touch of his embrace. Though his words sounded like him the way he reacted was surprising to the young red head girl.
* Dante had always been a tough one. She rarely saw an overabundance of emotion pour from him. This new revelation had given her hesitation to move. The air in her lungs seemed to be trapped in the moment. Was it ok to breathe? There was so much concern built in his voice. Was his voice shaking? Was it cracking? Was this Dante even? Cerulean blue orbs blinked in shock and confusion. She actually didn't know how to take his reaction. His words brought so much to light. Coming back into his life? Had she forgotten that she was missing?
* Did she even really know? Maybe she was suffering from memory loss? Maybe she wasn't and preferred to keep it a secret so he wouldn't be mad at her? Whatever the reasoning his head buried into the back of her shoulder as a feat considering his height to hers. He would be bent at the knees barely holding himself up. Olivia could feel his weight upon her. Not wanting him to fall she released her grip she forgotten she had on the spatula and found a way to turn around best she could within his arms. Her own arms would slink in between his own in some ways pulling him up a bit more just enough so her face would be in his neck until he decided to stand up completely straight.
"Love you too.. You seem exhausted. How about you eat this amazing breakfast I made? Otherwise I'm gonna get all She Hulk on you for making me waste my precious time."
* She joked nuzzling her nose into his neck in between her last sentence. Again there she was attempting to be lighthearted about the situation. She wasn't trying to be dismissive about everything as much as it was probably coming off as such. There was a possibility of angering him from how she was acting. But this was her choice reaction as her arms remained wrapped around him until he was ready to let go. What did happen to her? And why was she not reacting the same as he was? Nevertheless the best thing was the fact that she was alive and seemingly well enough.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2015 2:29:16 GMT -5
Dante smirked a little bit his serious, albeit shaken demeanor slowly reverting back to its coordinated roots, that slacked posture situating upright yet again to shirk her returned affection. The resounding touch leaving a noticable warmth to his cheeks for a moment like a glow of pride before he'd bite into his lower lip again hiding deeper roots and returning to a channeled focus, the facade of an unbreakable soul. Hands would wrap around her frame returning the grip for a staunch hug, short yet sincere to its shortly lingering exchange before letting go his voice now recovered from its weakness.
"Go on... get to it, I know better than to poke the bear then don't I?"
Dante made a half assed attempt to laugh his smirk falling short of its full brevity eyes managing to linger on her for a moment not letting go before she'd turn about to finish up what he'd managed to interrupt. He was a hound solely in the aspect of getting to the bottom of things, was he satisfied with her distractionary coup? Of course not, the young man would stick to her like glue til she felt comfortable to speak up. Strange how she'd never had a problem when they were younger now things seemed so... different almost facetious. It made him nervous.
Settling his hands into balled palms Dante would retreat from the kitchen making for a small fold out table. The room wasn't elegant by any standards, just a temporary hovel to set up in until things were settled in this part of town he'd had half the mind to call father and inform him of the circumstances but wanted to get down to business himself before letting any bad news slip.
"I still can't believe you're here." Dante would say in disbelief, a sort of twinkle in his eye. He'd felt awkward now asking her to unveil herself, those dark secrets of the past years but he wanted to know everything, a curious little bee in the wrong nest. |
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Post by Olivia on Jun 21, 2015 16:41:31 GMT -5
and the blood will dry
underneath my nails. but i know. no matter what it takes, i'm coming home. ▼ NOTES:* How can you be mad at this?
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"Rawr."
* Jokingly she made a little 'grr' sound afterwards making her hands like claws briefly when he actually let her go. That's right, this wasn't a bear one wanted to poke especially after she slaved over the stove for a few short minutes trying to make him something tasty to eat. It would be extremely rude to deny her hard work. She turned to finish off the pancakes while he walked away. It was strange that she seemed a bit mum about what had happened. True enough she was more open to explaining back then, yet all the same she kept some things close to her chest even with Dante.
* Dante was always hard with her to a degree. He pushed her just like he pushed Adonis to be better, to be stronger. To take what life threw at them and twist it into strength. It wasn't the fact that he didn't grace her with glimpses of softness from time to time but his current disposition was more than she had experienced. Was it a weakness? In some form it could be considered the life they led. The family they were a part of. Just like their father; her adoptive father; he had to show a toughness. To show his leadership and quality to make the decisions that seemed the most difficult with a stern hand. But underneath he loved his family very much. He would've never taken in Olivia if he hadn't seen something in her but still he had to show his domineering presence.
* Nevertheless this softer side of him was interesting but did through her off a bit. Internally she wasn't too sure what to make of it. But he let his walls down in this brief instance and that said a lot. Maybe she was being a little ignorant to the impact her disappearance had on him. Maybe she was ignorant to her own disappearance. She made two plates and frowned a little not having any whip cream to create a smiley face on his pancake. Oh wells. Next time. Picking up the plates she walked over to where he settled down hearing his words as she placed the plates down. She gave him a smile ruffling his hair as she passed by walking back to get some juice to drink for them both. Once she returned she plopped herself next to him with a big smile not caring about the fact that she merely wore his shirt and it fell off her shoulder a little. Olivia was pretty comfortable in her skin.
"Come on eat up! Breakfast is gonna help you get all big and strong!"
* She glanced over to him giving him a quick up and down look over, before poking his biceps playfully.
"Hmm, you've been eating your Wheaties I see?"
* Olivia was no push over herself. Her body had gotten stronger in physique as well. She always kept herself toned but this was seemingly peak conditioning now considering she was a tad bit older. With a chuckle she looked at her masterpiece of food and began cutting into her pancakes after pouring from syrup on it.
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