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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 Sept 25, 2015 21:31:01 GMT -5
the lion does not need the whole world to fear him, only those nearest to where he roams. ▼ | * Ah there it was. A hint of reprieve in an ongoing headbutting. His chuckle brought a smirk to her face while his words added to the fact she knew she reached him this time. That grin was even greater confirmation. Olivia was honestly glad to have finally gotten him to ease up a little. To think with her memory issue that phrase was still attached. The meaning behind it locked in place. The movie was a favorite between them as they in their own ways no doubt represented Simba and Nala. A dynamic duo at times they were. Trouble followed easily. Sure often enough she was the voice of reason but all the same she was the tongue of mischief. The melody of discord. The song of potential chaos. Her attitude could be just as explosive as his at times. There were plenty of times where the roles had been reserved and he had to pull the reigns back on the fiery redhead.
* That being said Simba and Nala grew up only to find each other and kindle something that was possibly long there and locked away. Was that the fate this duo was set up for? Naw right? They were just really good friends. Besties of some kind right? There wasn't anything passed them but what they already had right? Honestly the two years she had been missing he had certainly grown in ways. She'd be lying if she said he hadn't gotten more attractive. Olivia too had gone through some body changes from her fifteen year old self till now. Safe to say she really grew into her beauty, blossoming like a beautiful flower in a harsh winter defying the odds. Being truthfully with herself she was happy to see him. It put her at ease, gave her a relief to see his familiar face.
* The annoying sound of honking horns drew her attention causing her to furrow her brows in unison with Juelz. She was about to lower the window herself when Juelz beat her to the punch throwing out obscenities before peeling off trying to get them out of a bit of crazy New York City traffic. Olivia smiled and chuckled shaking her head.
"You beat m-."
* Words were cut off by an obscured saying that left his lips. For the smallest moment something felt like it skipped a beat. Some little tinge or whatever. Couldn't exactly place her finger on it. It swooped in and passed through so quickly wasn't much time to process it. Juelz apologizing in the way he had was surprising but all the same welcoming. Olivia couldn't help but to let her cerulean blues remain idle on him for a bit. He was right they both would have something to deal with, well if her father had found out about it. She didn't have to tell him but she was because she couldn't allow her friend to handle it alone. It wasn't necessarily his fault in the end. But was it really hers? They were the idiots that mistook her for someone else and didn't want to listen. Whatever may come was their crosses to bare. She was in agreement about spending time with him however. Again she smiled, adjusting herself in her seat wincing just a little at the pain in her ribs. Her body twisted a little to face him finally opting to respond firstly softly. Words she too really didn't say let alone in that way.
"No, I'm sorry Juelz for getting you involved. I'm assuming you were making a deal with him, sorry if it was ruined because of me.. You know I'm not gonna let you walk that alone right?"
* Letting it simmer she smiled keeping a gaze on him verbally agreeing with his previous statement. Honestly though she should probably get some clothes on, though she didn't seem to mind or care that much. Ironically Olivia was always comfortable with herself but being a bit younger she was conservative. But hey she blossomed and whatever happened maybe it effected her a bit. Now that didn't mean she was just gonna walk around naked or wear the most revealing of clothes. She still had respect for herself.
"Well while we have no Zazu mucking it up I would like that..Catch me up?"
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Sept 27, 2015 0:56:11 GMT -5
-- you dudes couldn't walk in my shoes ! " I've been walking this path by my lonesome for quite some time now, Olivia. Same shit different day to me. But you know, the climb to the top is a lonely one, so i'll find companionship when i'm rotting away in hell." A mental retort to the very kind offering from Olivia. But this was a path Juelz had to traverse alone despite secretly wanting to ask for some much needed aid. Not the traditional kind of aid—any kind of punishment dished out would be met with a stalwart resolve not even a Russian warhead could rattle. He needed moral support, someone he could seek refugee in when The Underworld drove him on the edge of insanity, which happens more often than not. He needed a shoulder, someone to remind him he was still a kid... Still a human and not just some product of cutthroat mafioso creed. But to ask for help was the ultimate sign of weakness to Moore men and their code... The thought was nice—just having Olivia around to have all sorts of crazy misadventures. But that thought would remain a thought locked up in the reinforced caged of his psyche to never see the light of day again. " What was going on between me and Quinn was strictly business. Business and I go hand in hand, I ain't done with Quinn and Quinn ain't done with me. Only a matter of time before we cross paths again and brush this little "misunderstanding" under the rug." Truth be told, he knew exactly how to handle a man of Quinn's stature and position. Sure, he'd more than likely be looking for a way to humiliate Juelz in front of all the other Big Players of The Underworld. But Juelz' thick skin and steel resolve would never falter that easy if it came to something that petty. But he was already prepared for it in that regard. However the dealings with his father and potentially Olivia's father was a different matter in itself. " I'd do it again too, Olivia. I don't give a fuck. Ain't no fucker in this world going to get away with putting their hands on you while I'm around, you got that?" A deep breath was taken in attempt to cool bubbling blood. " But I have to handle this on my own. Understand that, alright? Tch, if you insist on throwing yourself into the mouth of the lion. Just be there when I call you for some video-games." Driving a little further down the road leading outside of the city. Juelz came to a slow crawl as he pulled up to a homely looking little house—with the white picket fence and all. Golden eyes bestowed on the redhead as a shaking head with a faint smirk followed soon afterwards. That Zazu comment didn't fall on deaf ears and the charming smirk proved it. The majordomo Zazu, the bird who loved to run his beak in some way, shape, or form. " Fuck Zazu. But what do you want to know? We're here, by the way." Departing from the drivers-side, he'd stroll over to the passenger-side and open the door for Olivia so she can get out a little easier. ★ Oliviaanything she want to know, he'll tell her .
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Post by Olivia on Sept 28, 2015 15:38:52 GMT -5
the lion doesn't need the whole world to fear him, only those closest to where he roams. ▼ | * There were some paths that one needs to tread alone for particular reasons but many others that they didn't have. This no matter what he said was one he didn't need to walk so solitary. Olivia was a part of this situation whether he liked it or not. Truth be told there wouldn't have been one had she not been involved. Yet all the same it still really wasn't her fault but she should've fought harder. She was honestly better than that but she had been essentially ambushed; taken by complete surprise. They had the drop on her and she was thoroughly confused by the assault. Adonis would probably say that it served her right for sneaking out against their father's wishes. What was done was done. There was no turning back.
* What was left at this point was to move forward. To deal with the consequences of the actions that were taken this night. Quinn clearly hadn't known who she was. Who her father was. So word getting back to the Cassadine clan was 50/50 to be honest. There was always the murmurs that slipped through the cracks which could carry her description to neighboring ears. Whatever the case may be when the time came she would need to deal with such 'pleasantries'. For now Olivia was more focused on the task at hand. Cerulean blues shifted away only to be brought back by his angered filled words. The way he spoke felt like there was a hidden passion behind those strings. No the it wasn't completely hidden but there was something a little extra in there; maybe.
* Her head tilted a little feeling a smile tug on her face though all the same his following statement made her furrow her brows a bit. It was nice to see him so protective but all the same she wasn't some prissy princess that couldn't take care of herself. She was young when she lived on the streets and had to fend for herself. But it wasn't anything he knew because she never really talked about before she came to the Cassadine's. Truthfully she never mentioned being adopted, hell she looked like she fit right on in ironically. Nevertheless when everyone acted like she was some weakling it agitated her beyond words. She doubted it was on purpose at times. Pegged it as some kind of macho thing but still. Olivia wasn't putting herself into the mouth of a lion but yet she was a lioness in her own right standing next to the lion himself. Never behind always by the side that's how she operated. Olivia wasn't the background type.
* She rolled her eyes a little with a small sound of her sucking her teeth before he announced they were there. She really wasn't going to wait for him to walk around and open the door but since her ribs still hurt she wouldn't turn too quickly. She made a small wince as she got herself out of the car not bothering to hold the jacket close cause honestly she didn't really care much about it. Wasn't like it was even staring at her new grown into figure anyways. Obviously she would wait for him to lead the way to this humble abode which she eyed a bit noting the white picket fence. Something about it made her turn that frown to a smirk and glance at him.
"The American dream huh?"
* Softly she chuckled giving him a nudge with her shoulder.
"I have no idea what to really ask. Honestly just clue me on anything.. Hmm, any special lady I need to grill?"
* Again Olivia would laugh this time giving him a playful push with her hand unfortunately losing her balance in the purpose because the heel of her boot decided to finally give way. It must've loosened or cracked when she first fell before they caught her. But luck be it would fail her now.
"Shit."
* Was all she could mutter as that hand that pushed his arm grabbed a hold of his sleeve and would essentially end up tugging him with her as she fell back against the car. Of course that is if he hadn't pulled her forward first but her falling wasn't something for seen so. As she fell and tugged Juelz would land on top of her as she hit the hood of his car with a thud. Back resting against with her still damp like locs mostly spread over her head. Yeah it hurt if she landed. She'd wince again if anything with a hand on his chest. But after squinting for a moment Olivia would just start laughing as something jogged her memory.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Sept 29, 2015 3:02:09 GMT -5
-- you dudes couldn't walk in my shoes ! Out the corner of his eyes, Juelz witnessed Olivia take it upon herself to exit the vehicle without any further assistance—heh, still stubborn as ever. Her somewhat cautious movements and grimace went noticed, but Juelz had no desire in raining on her "big girl" parade. If Olivia really found it important to keep up the "tough girl" act, so be it—she's a feisty one, she'll be a'ight. He gave no outward response to the display other than a mild change of direction. Instead of heading for the passenger-side, he was now heading for the front door of the abode. He didn't even try to play it off either, he simply just shifted courses like a subtle tide and left it at that.The cocaine enthusiast found it impossible to avert his gaze from the "exposed" frame of Olivia. He admired her figure for a fraction of a second before pressing onward while adjusting his soaked tie. If she was anyone else—any ole'random broad from any ole' random place. He would have made his desire and lust clear from the get-go. But this is Olivia, can he even see her as anything more than a friend? The thought never once crossed his mind, yet here he was instinctively "checking" her out, if only a peek. The peek could quite possibly be fueled by his yearning for an temporary escape from all the bullshit associated with The Underworld. He typically gets this "temporary escape" in the form of sexual activity; a lot of it; like a lot; i'm dead ass serious here. Olivia fit the bill but he'd never act on such raw impulse. He was doing a good job containing himself thus far, so maybe Olivia's beauty was just another reminder for him to find some time to relax and blow off some steam. She commented on the house with a morphed smirk. " Yup, the American dream." He replied with furrowed brows of his own as he noted the smirk and playful shoulder nudge. The wrinkle in his brows deepened as she continued to speak, asking about a special lady with another playful gesture. He had half a mind to hit her with a Pimp mentality—let her know how little of value he actually holds the women he fools around with. But this is Juelz Santana, he holds everyone at a value less than dirt, so there should be no real surprise if he had the opportunity to respond. Though before he could answer, Olivia; being an unlucky doofus, managed to snap her boot heel and fall upon the hood of the car, in the process, taking Juelz down with her... He tried to keep his balance and all that good jazz, but it all happened so fast... He found himself victim to another misadventure staring Olivia with himself as co-host. He rested firmly above her, one hand placed against the hood of the car to keep himself from falling on top of her wounded body as the other gripped the side of her hip to keep her stable so he doesn't collapse on top of her. He fixed a harden gaze upon the laughing visage of Olivia as she spoke almost mid-laughter. Her words caused a subtle smile to creep on the corners of his lips. He too remembered those violent yet playful days and he honestly missed them. " Well we aren't kids anymore, Olivia. We both have grown-" Thump. Thump. Thump. That urge was clawing at the constraints..." --Fuck." He picked himself up and took a step back— y'boy almost took that plunge, almost." Lets get inside. It's starting to get cold as fuck." ★ Oliviajuelz - 01 olivia - 00 :^) .
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Post by Olivia on Sept 29, 2015 22:46:56 GMT -5
the lion does not need the whole world to fear him, only those closest to where he roams. ▼ | * Little miss Doofus here had no intention of being remotely clumsy. Gotta give credit to the heel lasting as long as it did considering if it was cracked before it could've broken off when she stormed out of the car in the rain. But no of course not, it decided to strategically break at that moment where she could grab him and have herself pinned underneath her half naked form. Yeah because that was totally what she was aiming for. However this little debacle came about it went unnoticed in it's other possible forms to the red haired beauty. To her it was a ironic situation finding herself pinned beneath him thinking back as many times she pinned him in their little games.
* A playful homage to continue their little Lion King similarities. The little inside jokes between the two of them. The laugh she had was much needed and welcomed. Forget about the pain she was feeling it was nothing compared to the pleasant memory striking her. Days of old swimming into her thoughts when they used to tussle about. There was a warmth in there somewhere or was the warmth building from elsewhere too. She was too busy lost in her laugh and mind to note the feel of his hand on her slightly bare hip. Olivia looked up to the silhouette of Juelz hovering over her and still held that smile on her face. It wasn't until the way he cut himself off that she was brought back into focus somewhat.
* It was only then that she really noticed where his hand had been by feeling it slide off her hip and the warmth lingering in that spot as a small chill breeze kissed it. However Olivia's focus was drawn more towards his awkward reaction. What was that about? With him off of her Olivia groaned a bit as she propped herself on her elbows. Her ribs were really the only issue that bothered her. This new positioning more than likely placed her in a desirable outlook the way she rested now. It wasn't her intention at all but just her taking a moment to gather herself and before peeling herself off the car.
"Indeed I would know."
* Her retort was full of sass and sarcasm considering she was the one more bare of the two. Squinting a little she peeled off the hood but sucked her teeth thinking about her heel breaking. Fuck it then. She decided it'd be best to just remove them both. What did she care at this point about being barefooted? Honestly she was still just a tad oblivious to the fact they probably did almost have a little Simba and Nala all grown up moment; almost identical too. Funny to think she would be absentminded to it but honestly it was because the thought hadn't crossed her mind. Maybe it he lingered there and let her calm her laugh it would've. So wait, was that the thought that crossed his mind? Olivia hadn't exactly had full thoughts about Juelz past being like her best friend but she never denied he was cute. Well back then he was cute, currently that word would change to handsome or attractive.
* But something Juelz either didn't know or knew was the Olivia was actually still 'pure'. She was fifteen when she disappeared; seventeen now. It was safe to assume her purity was intact despite her flirtatious ways. Despite being more comfortable with in her skin now. But yet she didn't really recall her time in seclusion away from that world she knew. What if something did happen? What if she did do something and wasn't as pure as she thought? Did it really matter? This wasn't a topic for discussion - moving along. With her boots now in her hand she decided just to follow Juelz. The curiosity of his reaction was still poking at her like a insistent child. Maybe she would ask later more directly. A better inquiry raised in her mind about him. Something that was a slow crawl in bugging her.
"When did you become such a sourpuss Juelz? You're really gonna give me the 'we aren't kids anymore' line? What happened to you huh? Too much 'I just can't wait to be king' shit make you forget? Disappointing."
* The irony was she wasn't exactly joking. She was a little upset that he would just push what they had to the side so easily. Feed her some nonsense they weren't kids anymore. He made it sound like they were so old that they couldn't enjoy old times. She wouldn't even look at him till her next string of words hoping to catch his eyes directly in hers so he knew how serious she was. How determined she was to pull him back around. They were both stubborn souls and if he pushed again she would push back. But if he pushed too far and spoke hurtful words who knows if he'd still have her again. Who knows if he'd lose her for the last time? Life wasn't promised. Tomorrow wasn't promised. She meant what she said about not letting him walk alone. Despite her words make no mistake she understood the pressure but still the rebel in her just couldn't allow him to be consumed by it any further. Not while she was still around.
"I guess I have my work cut out for me then."
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Oct 1, 2015 12:43:44 GMT -5
-- you dudes couldn't walk in my shoes ! Olivia sounded a tad bit upset with how he handle the moment on the hood. He gave a subtle smile, humored her a bit, then spoke truth—pft, she ain't have no reason to be upset! But what gave her the impression he was throwing away what little they still had under the window? They had their little moment and he honestly appreciated for what it was and the significance behind said moment. But he was cold and damp from the little "adventure" in the rain—he wasn't trying to stay in this chilly as weather, yo! Alongside the fact his mind slowly began wandering off elsewhere the very moment he glanced at the half-naked and curvaceous frame of Olivia, being pinned on top of her with primal urges and thoughts clawing at the front door wasn't such a great idea. " It isn't like that Olivia, you should have realized at least that much by now, damn. Listen, I'm not the same little brat you knew years ago. Shit happens, people come and go, and people change to fit their surroundings. It's survival of the fittest out here in these streets and i've been thriving in this jungle for quite some time now." He paused for a moment, attempting to let the words he just spoke stew like a finally cooked broth so the flavors can "pop". It was obvious in his demeanor he was no longer the same guy she knew. He had this aura about him, an aura that made him seem superior yet very humble at the same time. Back in the day his actions and words went hand in hand—a punch followed by a insult meant exactly what one thought it was. But now, being a Kingpin on a type of conquest. The world is much more black-and-white to the cocaine enthusiast and some growing up he did. He can't afford to drop his guard to much because the vultures are always soaring underneath the clouds looking for their next easy meal. Being this newly molded product of The Underworld, everything he does, everyone he associates with, and those that become enemies of his slowly growing empire know he is always planning for his next big move. But Olivia brought to the surface the "old" Juelz while the "new" Juelz tried to keep control over the situation. When he said one thing, the actions followed may mean something completely different in their own little way. Almost as if the two halves were fighting for superiority. But which side would win...? " My goal is still to be king and i'm going to rule it all one day. I'm just not some obnoxious little shit about it anymore hiding behind my ignorance." Making his way to the front door of the abode, he simply twisted the knob and the door swung open. It was left unlocked for this exact reason and it was pretty obvious to Juelz Mr. Makunouchi departed mere minutes before their arrival. As he entered there wasn't a single ounce of doubt in his mind Olivia would not follow behind him. So, once she entered, he'd close and lock the door before heading towards the master bedroom. " Pretty sure there's some fresh clothes back here." He gestured for Olivia to follow him as he strolled down the spotless and fluffy carpet. Walking through the one-level house, it was pretty obvious to see this humble abode was no more than the ultimate "Chill Spot". Paintings of actors and actresses littered the walls as a massive liquor cabinet hug up against the wall right across the kitchen which also functioned as a mini-bar. " Master bedroom to your left. You can change and whatever in there. I'm going to handle my business in the bathroom, so you do what you do." Chopping up a somewhat lazy and crocked peace sign. He made his way into the bathroom and began to strip from wet and soggy clothing. ★ Oliviawe gonna' netflix n' watch ? .
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Post by Olivia on Oct 2, 2015 14:04:59 GMT -5
the lion does not need the whole world to fear him, only those nearest to where he roams. ▼ | * Olivia wan't upset necessarily about the situation on the hood. Truthfully she really wasn't upset at all at best she was just slightly disappointed if not annoyed that he would throw that card out there. If she was being honest any irritation came more from a different place. The irritation was more towards herself believe it or not. The fact that in just two years he had shifted so much and she wasn't there started a rising flame in the pit of her stomach. Steadily it was growing, spreading it's heat throughout her body. She had vanished into thin air and hadn't a clue as to what even happened. Her memory wasn't the greatest and even now she remembered just enough about her friendship with him. She was agitated with herself for not being there for him. Olivia might not have been the kindest person in the world. She too used and manipulated people for gains and needs. But she valued those closest to her. Those people usually got the best of her. Juelz was one of those said people so yes it bothered her to watch him descend into a different light. However she didn't doubt that the one she knew was still swimming in the confines of his shell.
* That's how she viewed him currently. He might not have liked it but she saw him a shell still needing to be filled; at least for now that's what her eyes saw. Now if he wanted to piss her off the easiest way was to talk a little down to her. Or speak to her like she didn't understand how things worked. It was the one thing that so often crawled underneath her skin. He may not have meant to be it's exactly what she felt like he was doing to her. She had to tell herself to control her own temper but some of his words made her eyes alone snap towards him. He wanted to talk about changing to fit their surroundings and how hard the streets were. He should've tried living in her shoes years ago when her biological father kicked her to the curb literally. She lived on the streets at a tender age nothing about it was pleasant. She knew about things changing a person. She understood more than he knew about adapting to survive.
"Don't talk to me about survival in the streets."
* The words were spoken just under her breath in a hush maybe partially audible tone. What did she mean by that? It sounded like there was a story there and if he ever asked more than likely she would tell. His words never fell on deaf ears but all the same she wasn't a fool. Nor was she a prissy princess that didn't know or understand hard labor of any kind. She wasn't the type to just sit in a castle and watch the soldiers go to war. No she was the type of girl to gather her armor and step out there with the boys. At the door she gave no response to his other string of words letting it merely pass her by as bare feet stepped into the humble abode. Silence was the game she played for now letting her eyes roam a bit as she followed behind him. They rolled in response to looking at what the place seemed like or came across to her at least. Leading to the master bedroom thoughts swam in her mind. They were old enough for that stuff it would be no surprise he probably had done so often enough. No there was no thought that he was trying anything with her, come on now.
* It was just some passing thought of well how many had there been? Did she really wanna sit on the bed? Did she need a black light? Kidding! As he waved her off and headed his merry way she stepped into the master bedroom just enough to glance around. There was one thing that was true he had changed and she didn't fully know the Juelz of now. His words and actions blended in ways that didn't exactly match. Could she ever get him to drop that bullshit with her? Get him to once again just enjoy life from time to time? It would be a hard task it seemed but Olivia was one stubborn redhead. So stubborn that in fact at this very moment her brows furrowed actually starting to process fully the mere thought if he brought girls here did he expect her to where their clothes? He did say fresh but how fresh? Nevermind cause Olivia giver of no fucks right now just made her way to the bathroom where Juelz was obviously undressing or whatever it was he was doing. Still hadn't bother to add clothes or even close the jacket. Oh look the door was a tad open! Invitation! And she gladly took it pushing it open without a care with her bare foot, her body would lean against the frame as the sass spilled from her lips.
"You've gotta be joking if you think I'ma wear some other broad's shit... "
* In other words she rather wear something of his, which didn't seem out of the question but didn't want him bitching about it right? Her head would tilt towards the frame of the door, honestly just making the whole picture of her something she wasn't painting on purpose. But it was what it was wasn't it. Actually her head tilt was to seeing his form he really had been working out. She went from having a mild irritation to smirking and making a motion with her right hand. She didn't need to say the words he had to be familiar with it. She was something else right now switching back and forth between things. Can't say it wasn't laughable. Can't say she wasn't being offly cute. |
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Oct 2, 2015 18:35:56 GMT -5
-- you dudes couldn't walk in my shoes ! 「 music 」, a tranquil rhythm poured from the expensive dock station the very instant he entered the bathroom. Motion censored lights lit up the extravagant washroom instantly as he began disrobing himself. He started with his torso, throwing many article of wet clothing by his side without a single care in the world. With his upper body completely exposed, he glanced at himself in the massive mirror while unbuckling the very belt that kept his slack firmly above his waist. Tattoos covered both arms to make a one of kind piece of art. Dragons, lions, turtles, and other creatures traveled up and down each arm—Yakuza in nature, but not quite. A little more "urban-esque" if you will. The Kingpin exhaled a sigh as he pulled the leather belt through the first loop, followed by the next loop, followed by the third loop. However, Olivia's stubborn ways interrupted the sequence and she was met with a less than stellar glare. " "What? Tch, did you even take the time to look or are you just jumping to stupid ass conclusions?"He continued to tug at the belt, this time at a much slower pace—similar to how a father would right before spanking their child. How dare she jump to such conclusions! Did she really think he'd have her wear hand me down clothes? Washed or not that shit was foul, disrespectful, and not to mention disgusting. Everything in the master bedroom was new, from the knickers to the bras; everything. But if she really felt booty tickled about rocking hand-me-downs, she was more than welcome in wearing Juelz' stuff. But oh wait! She didn't even take the time to examine the wide assortment of items in the dressers or closet! ...Dofus! With the belt finally removed, he couldn't help but cock a brow at the subtle gesture of Olivia— Oh, this how the game is being played now? A'ight 'den.Unbuttoning the fabric of the slacks, his eyes dipped down to the two pieces separating very very slowly. Picking his eyes up back on hers, he relived the the black waistline of his briefs before bestowing Olivia with a faint smirk. He knew she was just being her goofy self, but her actions still caused his "masculinity" to rear its ugly head, if only a little. He was the one who got the first glance, never the other way around. The future king is the presentee, not the presenter. Fair is fair, yes. But this is just how the game is played. If the presenter dosen't like it, she is going to learn to like it—get enticed to take the leap he ensures she most defiantly wont regret. Standing tall, becoming a little more "imposing" minus the cocky smirk that graced his mug. He spoke, tone playful yet sultry to match the mood set by Olivia. " After you." Minimal words of challenge as golden orbs examined her exposed body in perfect lighting. " Damn." There is goes again. That clawing. ★ Oliviashow ya'self off to the future king .
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Post by Olivia on Oct 3, 2015 10:50:49 GMT -5
the lion does not need the whole world to fear him, only those nearest to where he roams. ▼ | "Nope."
* Olivia grinned at his question. Of course she hadn't truly looked and she wasn't going to deny it one bit. Whether they were new or not mattered little to her considering what she thought about this little abode. American dream huh? What dream would be complete without a place to boogie on down with some ladies right? At least some men's dreams that is. Nevertheless maybe at this point she was purposely being stubborn with him. Kick a few rises out of him while she still could maybe. Or maybe she was just looking for that confirmation to borrow some of his clothes and that was it right there. After all she didn't want him to possibly bitch about her wearing his shit. You know considering he had altered a bit and was a grumpy ol' sourpuss so just precautionary to make certain.
* The rhythm of the song started to take its little course through her body. Olivia was a lover of music and always had a beat in her soul. She didn't groove to it just yet as she was too busy making a playful gesture to her half naked friend that stood before her. Those cerulean blues indeed took in his form noting the tattoo's upon his arms. Was there a story there? Some tattoo's had stories and greater meanings, others were just what they were. Speaking of tattoo's never once was her own questioned. That big Phoenix that graced the left side of her back. Why bring it into question? Well she was missing for two years and honestly seemed like it was nothing almost. Memory wasn't the greatest yet somehow in that course of time had gotten the same tattoo she once drew and talked about. It was obvious it was not done recently.
* Juelz seemed all GQ'ed right now. Taking a model esque approach to her playful notion. So he wanted to play the sexy game? She couldn't help but to widen her smile as he looked down at himself and back at her. Olivia found it so amusing she had to chuckle. How they switched up the dynamic so often was a sight to behold. For some reason it seemed a little easier than before, the way she just bounced from the agitation to making jokes, being silly. Honestly it was always in her nature to be a bit silly with him but still when she was mad at him she was mad. For now Olivia let out another snicker making a devious face at his response.
* She could just feel his cockiness oozing out of him. That superiority, that king mindset dripping from his being. In some cases it was something that could very well be obnoxious, but then again Olivia occasionally had a similar mindset now didn't she? Well especially when it came to Juelz. King's mindset could only be matched with another part of royalty now couldn't it? They were both defiant little rebels so what was it going to be? This time she'll kinda play along rather than butt heads. Still with that smirk she'd causally turn around finally letting the beat take it's course, bruised ribs or not her hips swayed smoothly. Of course his jacket blocked and would block more as she gazed over her left shoulder shifting it off her shoulders low enough that the head of the phoenix tat was visible. However she paused there only granting him that smirk before words broke the semi silence.
"Mmm I'm feeling hungry. How about I make you something? Want a drink?"
* Tease much? The last statement could be taken in the opposite way she meant it considering and she didn't catch it immediately. She'd shoot him a wink -not meaning any innuendo actually - dropping the the jacket completely off her, snatching a nearby towel in the process ruffling it in her hair as she laughed walking back out without a single care. No she didn't close the door either. It wouldn't take her long to pick out a simple shirt from his collection. Considering their height difference wasn't that great in gap the shirt would cover just enough.
* Whenever he was done he'd find her in the kitchen already starting to cook would appeared to be breakfast? Yip, she was feeling cinnamon pancakes and bacon. Olivia never cooked without humming or dancing a little now would've been no different. She'd hum a tune while her hips swayed in unison as she poured the batter into the frying pan. Maybe this was also her thank you, make the king a little meal huh? Seemed her ribs weren't bothering so much anymore or she was completely just ignorant to it. But the real question how could she act like everything was cool? Like nothing happened. Like she hadn't been missing for so long.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Oct 4, 2015 17:59:49 GMT -5
-- hide my pain, but i hide it well ! That smug grin grew a bit more smug as Olivia began swaying to the music playing. The boy greedily eyed those swaying hips with a half-sarcastic nod of approval. Golden eyes drifted to the exposed ink on the back of the girl— That same Phoenix he saw beforehand with the "misunderstanding" with Quinn. A smirk which turned into a fond grin greeted the exposed tattoo as the exotic "show" came to an abrupt in. Olivia reached for the nearest towel before heading back off to the master bedroom. As she did, ears twitched upon hearing the question from the girl. " No." Of course he was just being a little shit, hopefully she caught to the not-so-apparent playful nature of the young heir. She didn't even close the damn door! No worries, disrobing himself from slacks, dress shoes, and soggy socks. Juelz only rocked black polo boxer briefs. With Olivia off doing what she did in the kitchen, amble steps carried him off to the master bedroom where he fetched a tank and a pair of coozy sweats—he even threw on a pair of ankle socks with Nike house slippers. Once he was fully dressed for homey happenings, Juelz departed from the bedroom and passed the washroom as he headed for the family room. Upon passing the washroom the lights switched themselves off and the dock went into standby mood. Though the wet cloths still remained on the floor, he'd just take care of that mini-mess later. " Help yourself. Thanks for asking." He commented as golden orbs watched her work her cooking magic in the kitchen. Not like he minded in the grand scheme of things. It was how she went about it that made him feel a little uneasy. He had questions, but he wasn't the type of person to press on them especially in a "sensitivity" moment such as this. He wanted to make sure she was okay, he wanted to ask her where she was, and, more importantly, he wanted to know why. But right now know of that mattered because all he wanted to do was make her feel welcomed, safe, and wanted. His phone rung...Snatching it off the counter top, he glanced at the screen and recognized the contact name. " You make a mess, you clean it up. Capisce?" A glare was sent in the general direction of Olivia as slow steps carried the frame of Juelz to the backyard to take this call in "private". Sliding open the sliding door, he'd step on the porch while gently closing it behind him. Just in case Olivia developed the ability to read lips or certain mannerisms while she was gone, he'd step outside of view of the sliding door and answer his smartphone. " Yo?" " Uh... Soooo about that little meeting with Quinn..." Juelz chuckled, nothing but annoyance coating the laugh. " Words sure do travel fast. Fucker snitched sooner than I anticipated. What about it?" " Well, uh, you see... I just got a call from your daddy and..." He braced himself by leaning up against the wall of the house. " He's going to pay me a little visit, huh?" " B-I-N-G-O, bro." " When should I expect him?"" " He said you can pick the time and place." " A'ight then. He knows where I reside, if he wants to chit-chat he can catch me at the manor." " Yeeeeah... He figured you'd say that so he'll be around when he be around. Just quoting your old man here, don't kill me, boss..." " All good. It is what it is. He shows when he shows, no sweat off my sack." " Alright, man... Just thought I'd let you know A-S-A-P... You remember last time, yeah? Half our squad got fuc-." Juelz interrupted. " Much appreciated. That it?" " Y-yeah... Wait, where are yooooou at? What are yooooou doing?" " Relaxing." " Psh, you gettin' some ass, huh?" " Some shit like that." " Then I'll let you go. Hey, take care of yourself, Santana." " Got it." *beep beep*He sighed, eyes closed, mood now very sour. He expected Quinn to say something... But not this soon. And for his own father to take matters into his own hands? This was going to be one encounter he wouldn't forget anytime soon. He dragged his backside down the wall until he was sitting on his butt. Adjusting both of his hands through those ivory locks of his, he recalled the last time he had a "meeting" with his father. Such horrors should remain unspoken..." Fuck..." Now wasn't the time—homeboy had a cutie whipping something up to eat and he needed to act accordingly! Getting to his feet, he dusted his butt off before heading back inside, doing a very crappy job in hiding his displeasure. He didn't even look at Olivia upon his return. Instead, he simply trudged towards the Lazy Boy recliner chair, plopped down within its softness, and began surfing through Netflix. ★ Oliviadon't ask yo. don't do it .
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Post by Olivia on Oct 7, 2015 22:10:57 GMT -5
DOn't walk in front of me i may not follow don't walk behind me i may not lead. walk beside me, friend. ▼ NOTES:* Door is still wide open to question <3 Don't spoil the food though! >=[ TAG(S):* ✞ ascension ✞
| * Honestly he couldn't be completely mad now could he? He did get a "show" considering she still dropped the jacket off her revealing her backside in full while she strolled out the bathroom. She didn't care for a show back it just felt good to see him join in on the fun altogether. To even for the smallest of moments allow just a hint of his rough and tough demeanor down and play along with her. Olivia was very much herself yet probably a little too overly as such in some eyes. It really wasn't surprising that no one had truly pressed her for answers not even her own family. They just seemed to be glad that she wasn't dead and she was home safe and sound once more. However that didn't mean that they didn't have questions. That her father wasn't beyond the point of being weary about her. He worried in secret of course, had his thoughts about was she who she claimed to be.
* But she was indeed his little Olivia. His little phoenix preserving through what life had thrown at her. Did he think she was dead? No, though was there a small portion of him that feared that outcome? Yes. He knew she was a tough cookie; a firecracker; not so easily taken down. She was far too stubborn. But still the unthinkable was always possible. Juelz was more than welcome to ask the questions no one truly sat her down to ask yet if he chose to do so. The thing about it was would she answer or rather would be even be able to answer? Did Olivia have the answers that everyone silently sought after? Or was she too plagued with the unknown? The way she acted the way she moved was as if so much wasn't wrong. As though everything was more than alright.
* The world went round and round. Days, weeks, months went by and yet that was all like a simple passing breeze to the fiery red head. Currently she stood in the kitchen of an old close friend singing in a nice tone "Bad Romance" for some magical reason. Well she liked the song, liked the beat and frankly she just didn't cook without a tune. Olivia not humming anything while she was cooking would've been thought strange usually an indication that something was up and usually leading to her food not coming out the best. It was like the concept of cooking with love. Olivia was technically in her own little zone when he finally showed up paying him no mind to his cheeky will comment. The bacon sizzled in the frying pan as the cinnamon pancakes came to their finishing points. Still it would seem like she paid him no mind when his phone rang and he addressed her once more. Truth be told her eyes had cast themselves to her peripherals watching his frame stalk towards the back to take his call.
* Clearly the call was not meant for her ears. Juelz seemingly had become more closed and private but could she really blame him. Everyone had their secrets even from their closest persons. She didn't feel insulted by it how could she? That would be a ridiculous emotion to have. All she knew was that more than likely she didn't exactly expect him to come back in the most pleasant of moods especially considering what happened that night. What he did for her, the risk he took, the predicament he placed himself in. Olivia couldn't fathom the repercussions that were soon to follow. She remembered everything he wanted to be and do, well a good portion of it anyways. She knew his father was a hard ass but did she truly know the extent? And even if she did question was did she remember cause honestly she had a small blank in that department. Speaking of phone calls she really should've made one to her own father to which by now was probably in a small uproar about her disappearance again. Aside from that he was probably heavily worried once more thinking she was snatched up again. He wouldn't be completely wrong.
"Shit."
* The notion suddenly hit her about the call but was distracted by him coming back inside. He seem to pay no mind to her and plopped himself in a seat, striking up the TV. Just like she thought he came back all moody again. For someone so young he surely acted like a grumpy old man. With a quiet 'mm' Olivia grabbed a can of whip cream and yes, yes she did make a smiley face on his three stack pancake, setting one of the three bacon's on top of the whip cream smile for added oomph. With silent steps she strolled over with both plates in hand but stopped just behind where he sat. He would quickly find his vision of the TV obscured by Olivia's face staring at him from an upside down positioning. A funny face accompanied by words.
"Hey there mister grumpy gills."
* Red locs cascaded down touching at his chest as she kept up her little duck face. He could try to resist but he totally knew he was going to fail against the infamous duck face. It was totally better if he just gave into this one. Playfully she'd twist her head side to side just to make it look a bit more funnier. In the process of starting to chuckle she would wrinkle her nose and purposely nuzzle it to his before quickly moving back up with a small sucking of her teeth at the pain in her side. Yeah kinda a bad idea.
"Ow. Kinda hurt but worth it."
* She joked through the throbbing as she presented the plate with the smiley to him from his right side. Utensils included of course.
"Here.. Hope you like it. What do you want to drink?"
* Funny enough it was like she was catering to him. Not waiting on him hand and foot this was much more different. She had done it once in a blue when she was able to raid the kitchen. If he provided her with an answer she would without hesitation go and retrieve his request while grabbing herself a glass of orange juice if he had any. Coming back with both glasses held at their bottoms in her right hand she'd extend her hand and allow him to grab it from her. She'd place her drink at the (assumed) table in front of them and plopped herself without a care on the right armrest of his mock 'throne'. She faced more half towards him so she didn't grace him with the complete of her back rudely. Peering a little at him from the side of her cerulean blues, it was the same side the held the faint bruising just at the corner of her full lips.
"I assume it wasn't a good phone call was it? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But I meant what I said Juelz, no matter how stubborn you wanna be. Now don't let my food get cold cause I will beat you senseless for wasting it mister."
* A small smirk caused her lips as she glanced at the TV saying her last string of words. Though it sounded like she was trying to lighten the mood and that was true, she really didn't like people wasting her food. The fiercest lioness emerged in those times with the sharpest of claws and fangs. |
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Oct 8, 2015 3:51:36 GMT -5
-- hide my pain, but i hide it well ! The mundane surfing through Netflix categories had the same potent effect as most hardcore drugs— that shit was addicting as fuck! Well, maybe not consider an "addiction"—more like a mild case of masochism. Going through Netflix more or less left the viewer with the same results. These results being absolutely nothing new to watch if one has already seen it through their previous masochism induced surfing. Besides the new use of Netflix commonly associated with sexual active youth, the same programs, episodes, and movies await time and time again; like some screwed up nightmare waking up from seems nay impossible. And that is exactly what Juelz did despite knowing not a single thing changed or was added to the catalog. Truth be told, the surfing was more or less on reflex and a potential way to keep his mind busy and off the call he just received. Sure, the actions weren't working and he felt himself falling deeper and deeper into thought. But at least he was containing that festering and bubbling pool of mixed emotions stewing in the deepest darkest corridor of his soul. Hell, he didn't even smell the cinnamon cakes that unknowingly made his stomach roar in hunger. Yes, he was that deep in thought. Well, he was until those blurry eyes of his caught the visage of Olivia, the upside down and duck-faced visage of the girl. It took a few seconds of him glaring at her before he realized what she was even doing. With furrowed brows he blinked two times in quick session to make sure he wasn't just seeing some weird shit— yip, she was totally doing some weird shit. He felt no need to dignify her little pet name with a response. Instead he grimaced at the "cute" little nose nuzzle followed directly with a sucking teeth of displeasure. Funny how they both sucked their teeth at the same time due to displeasure of some sort. Ironic? Heh, I think not! When Olivia placed the plate in his lap, honey kissed orbs examined the miniature tower of spiced flapjacks and perfectly prepared bacon. He took extra attention on the makeshift smiley face constructed out of what smelled and looked like whip-cream. It was a simple meal that took no longer than 30 minutes to make. But the "vibe" behind it tickled him softly. The minimal labor wasn't important, it was about the thought; the thought mattered and went noticed by the grumpy teenager. Having females cook for him was no rare feat— y'boy gotta' eat somehow, right?! But consuming a meal forged by the hands of one he actually cared about? Yeah, that was rare... And seemed to be on the verge of happening this very moment. A half-assed grin was given in attempt to match the one on the flapjacks, but a grin nonetheless. " This is good enough, thanks." He said in retort, declining yet another drink offer. Juelz watched her stroll off from the corner of his eyes. When she was out of vision, he focused back on the flapjacks at hand. Grabbing the fork in his right and the knife in his left, he cut the pancakes in eatable little squares. Olivia returned with a glass of orange juice for herself and sat on the armrest as he continued to cut with uninspired gusto. Then she spoke... Man, she had to mention the phone call, huh? Tch, shithead... Juelz finished up the cutting and placed the knife back upon the plate. Not really in the mood to eat just yet, the fork in his grip weaved and maneuvered through his fingers in a display of great finger dexterity. Juelz Santana was a truthful man—the kind of man who always seemed to be telling the truth even when he lied. To him and the men of his bloodline. Lying was a trait of weakness, a blatant way of saying you're not strong enough to handle the backlash of speaking the honest truth. There was nothing in this world Moore men deemed lower than being a weakling to their elitist and over the top standards; this'll explain why Juelz has more than half of NYC under his control and "all seeing eye". However, when it came to Olivia... He, without a single doubt, threw his creed out the window. He'd endure being seen as weak if it meant keeping her safe and smiling. He wanted to tell her about the call, tell her about how his father would be paying him a little "visit" in the very near future. But such information went against what he was trying to do this very moment. So pressing the matter further he would not. " If there's one thing these streets taught me it's to appreciate kindhearted generosity of all kinds, especially the generosity that puts food in your belly." He took a fork full of the flapjacks then lathered it in the puddle of syrup upon the plate. " You gotta' humble yourself before the next motherfucker does it for you." He plopped the fork in his mouth and began chewing with less-than-stellar table manners. " You really put your foot into these, huh? Shit is good." He bellowed with a mouth full of food, fork already primed and ready for another greedy plunge into that mouth of his. |
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Post by Olivia on Oct 8, 2015 20:52:51 GMT -5
don't walk in front of me I may not follow. Don't walk behind me i may not lead. walk beside me. ▼ | * Olivia's intention's on bringing up the phone call wasn't to sour the mood but of course maybe she should've ignored it altogether. But it just wasn't in her nature to turn a blind eye to such things more so when it was blatantly obvious and especially not for too long. It wasn't about her being nosy in any way but considering what had just occurred she was making a firm solid stand to not let him walk alone. It wasn't his error. She would protest that to the end of time. However the retort to such a thing is everyone has a choice. He had a choice. He didn't have to overstep and protect her. Juelz could've left her at the hands of Quinn. All he had to do was stand down, but he couldn't and she wouldn't fault him.
* How could she ever? If the roles were reversed without a doubt she would've done the same for him. When she held someone dear there was hardly anything that could stop her. Olivia's side of vengeance was not a pretty one. She wasn't exactly always so tamed when unleashing her fury yet honestly Dante was worse. It was a bit odd considering when Dante unleashed his rage there were times she found herself stopping him with a calm nature. Trying to put the sleeping beast to rest again. Why considering there were times not so often enough that she herself unlocked her cage? Nevertheless the point was she would've done the same thing without considering the consequences that followed.
* Cerulean blues cast themselves to the side catching his words in both imagery and thought. People talked about the streets so much yet so many didn't know what that even really meant. What it meant to really live out on the cold streets and fend for yourself. Learn to adapt to survive truly. To find shelter from the harsh weather. To steal without getting caught. To manipulate those to your will when all you had mostly was your words as a possible bargaining chip. Sure some of the things listed people had some sort of skill to but it was harder in the actual streets. Food was scarce and sometimes hard to keep to yourself when there was constant vultures. Her eyes had long shifted to the plate held on her lap as she cut in with just a fork. Her stack was different than his in a simple way she only had two while he had three and she didn't have the whip cream topping. Guess one could say it was all special for her bestie.
* Olivia let the comment pass her by but not entirely reserving her annoyance hidden well within. He didn't tell her about the call which she accepted without any issue. It only solidified however that indeed it was something severe. She was dreading the one she had to make herself and honestly prolonging it wasn't the greatest idea. She was kinda surprised but then again not really considering what he told her earlier that no one called him yet, especially Dante. Well she could try to enjoy just a few more minutes before she made her call right? Glancing in his direction she watched him as he took in her food and spoke so ungraceful through his chewing. Etiquette much? But it caused her to smirk. She seemed so chill in this very moment which she hoped would last considering. Keeping that smirk as he went for a second she used her fork, held in her right, to scoop just enough cream off his pancakes and dab it right on his nose.
"Here's some humble for ya..shouldn't speak with your mouth full."
* She wore her smile proudly seeing the cream idle on his nose. There was still some left on her fork in which she dabbed the rest if not smeared it a little on his lips. Why? Because she could that's why? She really didn't need a rhyme or reason for being silly. He slightly looked like a rabid dog if he had allowed her to. At this point could he really deny that he kinda needed this? Maybe needed to unwind a little for once?Be like Elsa and let it go? She had a feeling though he wasn't going to take any of that sitting down, so she very causally with a little humming tried to get up from the armrest. If successful she would continue her nonchalant behavior acting like she didn't do anything, grabbing her juice taking a sip like it was none of her business and headed back to the kitchen. Sadly something felt like that was highly unlikely to happen as such. Yeah no girl stood no chance at really getting away that easily.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Oct 11, 2015 13:38:16 GMT -5
-- hide my pain, but i hide it well ! Uncultured chewing continued, powerful jaws working away at the spiced cakes of goodness— man how long has it been since he had a meal he enjoyed to his current extent? Smacking lips accompanied the uncultured behavior, the words of Olivia making him glance at her from the corner of his eye. Then he felt it, the slick coolness of the pancake topping dabbed on his nose. Taken by complete surprise from the action, eyes fixated on the smear—damn near cross eyed with a cocked brow. Another fork full of goodness plunged into that greedy maw of the drug baron as more whipped cream was applied like a makeshift warpaint of sorts. She was being a playful little shit now... Making a meal for a man is means for marking his face like he is some painting canvas? Juelz was far from mad or even annoyed for that matter— homeboy just wanted to show this little firecracker he was nothing to be trifled with in every sense of the word. So, when she rose from his side and headed for the kitchen, thoughts circulated and fueled the tactical mind of Juelz Santana. He too stood up from his "throne", a finger trailing down the mound of melting whipped cream on his now empty plate. With a barbaric belch he approached behind his dear friend with a smirk of pure evil— I'd be lying if I said he didn't glance at her backside while doing so... Once within arms reach he'd position himself in front of the red head and extend his arm forward, that finger of his no different from the Extra-Terrestrial known as E.T. He mentally marked his target, her forehead as he crept closer with each passing second. Warmth graced the oily and white finger of the kingpin as he trailed the whipped cream across her forehead with a big grin—the biggest grin she has seen from him thus far. In a deep tone he muttered one word... " Simba..." Followed by a rather gnarly belch, in which he turned his head for to keep the funk out of the face of Olivia. |
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Post by Olivia on Oct 12, 2015 10:22:06 GMT -5
if you have crazy friends you have everything. ▼ | * Honestly the way she scarfed down his food you would think he hadn't eaten in days. Matter fact you would think he had no kind of etiquette at all. Like a homeless man picked up from the street and presented with a four course meal. Could she be mad though? He was eating her food and thoroughly enjoying himself. Well how could he not? Cooking was something Olivia excelled in. Give her all the right tools and some space she could whip up a pretty chef worthy meal. At his bewilderment she only smirked when smearing the other bit of whip cream across his lips.
* Still sipping at her juice as she strolled to the kitchen for some reason she felt a wave of anticipation come over her form. She felt almost like a giddy child. Oh how much she was stifling back her laugh because she just knew he wasn't too far behind her. She didn't know what he was going to do to get back at her but she knew it would be something. At least her finishing her pancakes on the way made it a tad easier to control her chuckle so she didn't choke. By the time she reached the sink placing her plate inside and her still have drunk juice off to the side near the can of whip cream she hadn't placed back yet she heard his obnoxious burp.
"Juelz.. seriously? Firs -"
* He wouldn't need to truly get in front of her as she turned to face him only to find him being a creepy little E.T. smearing cream on her forward. With a single name uttered she caught on very quickly to his little cheeky play. Well played. Touche. She had to give him points for that one. It was cute. It was clever. More importantly it got him to smile brighter than before. Maybe he was finally breaking free of those constricting chains. Maybe he could be realizing he didn't need to be all macho and closed off around her. That he could be more relaxed and maybe how they used to be. Older or not didn't matter. They weren't even that much older. Now he would've gotten full points but no he just had to be a typical unruly guy and blech again before her. At least he turned away but still. Cerulean blue tints narrowed with pursed lips making her face a little comical to stare at. Her right arm snaked behind her reaching for the can of whip cream. Yeah she was about to maybe take it there.
"That's so unattractive you know."
* With no hesitation and if met with no resistance Olivia would quickly spray the cream on his face. To be exact it was cheek to cheek, across his lips like a huge Joker like smile. If she didn't managed to it'd end up just spraying in his face in general. Whichever the outcome she would playful put on her Harley Quinn accent, grinning widely at him matching his own from before.
"How about a smile Mista J?"
* If she was successful she'd wink and slowly start taking steps backwards. The can twirled in her hand like a old western gun before she blew at the tip as if blowing the 'smoke' away. She couldn't resist a snicker with that mischevious look in her eyes. Check.
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