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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 ✞ ascension ✞ on Oct 15, 2015 12:56:09 GMT -5
-- hide my pain, but i hide it well ! A cold cream smile from cheek to cheek. He blinked a few times, tongue lapping at the side of his lips to taste the whipped cream getting into his mouth. She wanted him to "smile", huh? Well with her little stunt he was more than surly "smiling" now—both metaphorically and physically. Olivia began taking slow steps away from her creamed victim. However, each step she took backwards, the drug baron matched them with a step forward of his own—long strides closing the distance she was attempting to create. " Insert corny Joker quote here." He'd retort as his upper torso went forward, leaning in very very slowly. " I'm so happy I could kiss you." A low whisper followed by action. Aimed for the right cheek of Olivia, his creamed covered visage dove for her without warning. If he struck his target, puckered lips behind layers of oily topping would grace the side of her face with a huge smooch. However, the smooch hid behind "true" intentions. The very moment he graced her cheek with his face, he'd smear his cream covered face on hers—head shaking from side to side like a dog with locked jaws. Sure, behind the actions he gave a smooch, but that was all apart of the plan—a means to justify an end. With the damage done and both their faces undoubtedly covered in whipped cream and saliva, Juelz retracted his face with a now smeary face and somewhat visible smirk. " So happy indeed." He chuckled, she looked silly and he more than likely looked equally silly. |
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Post by Olivia on Oct 16, 2015 22:02:09 GMT -5
if you have crazy friends you have everything. ▼ | * Sometimes little miss Olivia pushed the buttons that turned all the cogs on within ones brain. Clearly her little makeshift cream smile on his face got those gears turning. Call her being childish but give the girl a break. She had been through a lot even though she might not quite recall. Had to be something considering how long she was absent, add on the events of the night yeah she needed to let loose. Then again was this really different for her? Was this really outside of the norm for her to be a little goofy around him? No. Not particularly. However yes a little off for the moment considering everything. It was like she never was gone. Like they had just parted maybe for a day and picked right back up again. It really did beg the question at times, was it her? Is this not an impostor? It looked like her just more grown up. She grew into her features. A budding butterfly. A swan like beauty. She seemed to know him just well enough. Reference things no one would really know. If it wasn't her that would've meant for whomever to know such things she would have had to crack under pressure. Extreme pressure.
* Enough of the what if factor. What matter was the present and the present was looking pretty darn creamy right about now. With each of her slow steps back he stalked her like prey making sure to use his long legs to close that gaping between them. It wasn't even much considering. Luck be to her that her lower back would bump into the edge of the counter top just as he leaned into her. Damn she was trapped between a rock and a hard place basically. The entire time she was backpedaling trying so hard not to laugh yet managed a few short ones. Well she started this right? Might as well face the consequences of her course of actions. Just before he leaned in she made an attempt to speak or plea or something. Suddenly she knew what he was going to do.
"Juelz no. Don't you d- ah!"
* Yip. Just like she figured. He swooped in like a peregrine falcon aiming for her right cheek. Olivia squealed as he gave her a kiss on the cheek and began to smear cream all over that side. She laughed and tensed up, a few little 'ows' slipping through her lips because of her bruised ribs but overall she was fine minus the beautiful artwork he left on her face. In the moment pure reaction had her hands placed on his chest, her free left gripping his shirt just a bit and her right holding the can against him. If he was close enough, meaning he didn't create a decent enough gap between them, he would feel her bare left leg more like the outside of her knee against his own.
"I. hate. you."
* Her tone staccato in nature but a smile was ever present as she turned her face back to him after his assault. He looked extremely silly and that alone she couldn't stifle a laugh looking at his smeared face. He looked like a rabid dog, lord knows how her right cheek looked. So was she like Two Face now? Honestly that was a hard one to retaliate against in truth cause she would've done the same. Well there was one thing and he would probably absolutely kill her for it. Which made it all the more tempting. And the more tempting and devious it was the more she couldn't resist doing it. Whelp fuck it. All this thinking, planning, plotting happened within a matter of seconds. She leaned up standing more straight a little in his face with that smile almost cheshire like. Her hands no longer on his chest a little out of sight considering their bodies. Like a snake in the grass she would make her strike swiftly tugging the waist of his pants and making a quick spray of the cold cream substance inside. Oh yes she did. And now it was time to book it. If she even managed to break away that is. Olivia would push him back making an attempt to run with a squeal.
"You deserved it!"
* She would shout as she ran down the hallway ignoring the bruised ribs. If she even got that far to begin with. And if so she'd head for those sliding doors, making a small fumble in opening it as she was laughing in the process. That would give him enough time to almost be upon her. If she made it outside she wasn't gonna get much further than the grass and she long been dropped the can in her run. Olivia would turn around only a little breathless, still giggling, placing her hands out in a stopping signal. She could barely speak through her breathless laughs.
"Ju-Juelz... Don- Don't kill me.. I'm sorry.."
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Oct 23, 2015 15:58:07 GMT -5
-- hide my pain, but i hide it well ! Perfection... He admired his "sloppy" handiwork as Olivia remained pressed up against. He felt an odd sense of satisfaction given the circumstance involving The Underworld and his own less-than-pleased father. Everything still coursed through his head like a rampaging tsunami swallowing everything in its watery path of destruction. Though he managed to push all that aside in an attempt to partake in activities long sense considered "foreign" to one such as himself— "having fun" with Olivia made such activities that much more doable and authentic." Shut up. You love me." A snarky retort associated with a devilish grin as melted whipped-cream dripped from his chin like blood. Instinctively, he took mental note on the way Olivia had her body in relation to his own—that's just how he rolls. When you're an up-and-coming Druglord in this Crime Syndicate influenced world, you can never be too cautious, right? So when her hands went out of view, he found himself following their paths with the perception of a seasoned fighter. However, Juelz caught himself mid gaze and averted those harden eyes of his. He wasn't in the presence of some scumbag, some uncultured hoodlum that wanted him dead in attempt to quell the obvious power-struggle among the "Younger Generation". No, he was with a friend, a person he could trust... It was about time he proved it with actions and not words. But homeboy should have kept his wits about him...Sweats filled with cold whipped-cream made him gasp in displeasure. His stomach sunk inwards as Olivia pushed him away as an attempt to flee from her retaliation. He didn't even try to stop her escape. Instead, when she pushed him away, he stood in place with his legs somewhat apart and tried to get himself use to the coldness running down his legs and gracing his unmentionable parts. Squinted eyes watched as his target stumbled for the sliding doors, that still usable bottle of whipped-cream flying off next to the sofa. Slow steps carried the teenager forward. He made his way over to the sliding door, bending down and snatching up the bottle of whipped-cream as he did so. Juelz shook the bottle violently before spewing a perfect mound of the good stuff in an opened palm. Like the famous killer Jason Voorhees, he eyed the greatly tickled Olivia with a stoic expression and closed the distance between himself and her with "uninspired" steps. " You've forced my hand, Olivia... It'll all be over soon." He crept closer. One step at a time. An ominous aura about him. She was fucked. ★ Oliviarun little piggu ruuuun .
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Post by Olivia on Nov 13, 2015 19:31:03 GMT -5
if you have crazy friends you have everything. ▼ | * He should've indeed kept his wits about him. Not for the fact of possible impending death but it was Olivia after all. Letting ones guard around her especially when she was in a playful mood was not the wisest of choices. But where was the fun if not taken by surprise every once in awhile. Life didn't have to be so boring. Life needed its little moments to be cherished. Moments didn't happen all that frequent so when they did they were grand. They were something to be held on tightly and never forgotten. This was essentially or could be one of those rare ones.
* It was amazing how it all transpired between the pair. The back and forth, switch on and off demeanor's. One minute it was one thing next it was nothing. Was it really them both or was it mostly her? Honestly the switching seemed mostly Olivia changing the atmosphere from one thing to another. Guess it was the strangeness in her currently in acting like nothing happened at all. It wasn't entirely odd but she normally didn't completely ignore ongoing's especially when they were important. Nevertheless right now she was fearing for her life - well not really but. Outside his hideaway it was still cold from the rain that passed through earlier. The ground, the grass was still moist as her bare feet stood firm upon it.
* The lion came out of his den and began to stalk his prey. She should've never dropped that can but she wasn't thinking about it. Where was she even going to go to get away from him? Nowhere. There was nowhere to go other than face the lion's wrath. She felt like she was in some kind of horror film. Friday the 13th type shit. But she couldn't stop giggling no matter how hard she tried. It was all very comical to her and she just had to egg it on as her fate was approaching her.
"What's a matter never had 'cream' in your pants before?"
* Oh she was pushing it. Attempting to back up in her laughing and occasional 'ow's' she somehow let gravity bring her to the ground, falling back on her butt. No surprise the shirt lifted up her legs a bit but he already seen her in just her under garments already thanks Quinn's men prior. On the wet ground she held onto her ribs with her free hand still reaching up like telling him 'no'.
"A-alright.. Ju-Juelz I'm sorry...Ow. See my ribs. Jue- no..Don't.."
* For someone that was hurt and she was she sure did laugh a lot through it all. Juelz wasn't going to give up because of her trying to use that factor in her favor. She wasn't in pain to do it and run right? Swear the Jaws theme was starting to play in the background as he approached. Yeah she was fucked.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Nov 14, 2015 23:17:32 GMT -5
-- hide my pain, but i hide it well ! Does the lion allow the wounded antelope to escape when there is an entire pride to feed? How about the unsuspecting crocodile with exposed vitals, what then? This is a dog eat dog world where only the biggest and baddest of curs thrive and flourish, and Juelz applied that harsh reality to this very situation. So, those unfaltering eyes of the heir fixated intently on his "cowering" and giggling victim. Heh, it was nice she thought all this to be one giant game, because, when he was finished with her, he'd be the one having the last laugh. Forever." Hm, I don't know. But tell me, Olivia. Have you ever had 'cream' in your mouth?" Yup, a double entendre of the filthiest kind as he drew closer and closer with each eerie leg stride—those 'ow's' damn near music to his ears because it served her right. At this point in time he has forgotten all about the glop of whipped-cream shacking up with his dangling parts for his mind and intent were sent on the current task at hand. However, each step step he took remained an constant reminder to the female as leftover cream stained the grass below as it seeped through this sweatpants. When she landed on her ass from all that laughter, the very sight only made him want to pounce her like she really was an antelope knocking on deaths door. But, he contained himself, his cream hand raising as he closed the distance to no more than roughly seven feet. Then a brow cocked, his brow. " Oh your ribs, huh? Don't worry. The pain will be gone... indefinitely." With those final words spoken, the teenagers ' weapon' rose and struck down upon the girl with the utmost amount of savagery. If the strike hit the attended mark, Olivia's face, mouth, and hair would be drenched and covered with the oily substance. Then Juelz would just be standing there, a look of nothingness before busting out into jolly laughter. |
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Post by Olivia on Nov 15, 2015 10:11:38 GMT -5
if you have crazy friends you have everything. ▼ | * For the briefest of moment her head tilted at his words. Did he just? Oh yes he did just. If she wasn't too busy laughing she probably would've scolded him for such a comment but then again she did start it first. Fair is fair. His cheeky words were the least of her concerns as the beast crept closer and closer. Her night originally started out rough. All she wanted to do was get out of her home and stretch her legs. Break away from the walls that held her in and roam freely through the concrete jungle. It truly was interesting how much Olivia dreaded being inside overly long periods of time considering how long she had spent on the streets longing for a home again. Truthfully she didn't mind being inside it was when she was forced to stay in that truly drove her insane. It made her itch for the fresh air. Safe to say she had a mild case of claustrophobia.
* Alas her dear friend didn't know those tidbits about her. Besides them never coming up in conversation she just never spoke about it at all. Tonight was supposed to be one of those freedom type affairs but alas she had inadvertently gotten herself into a pickle. What she told him in the car was all true. She really did nothing but make a snippy comment back to those that spoke rudely to her first. Should she have said anything at all? Probably not but she was a fiery redhead and they tended to mouth off often enough. Her snarky words wasn't the catalyst but the fact they mistook her for some other redhead that had been spoiling their bosses operations. Great job guys just attack every ginger girl you see why don't you? Whatever grace wanted to befall her Juelz happened to be attempting business with this boss, Quinn.
* When all was said and done he rescued her and now here they were 'creaming' one another. Guess maybe she ended up having her fun after all huh. It just took some bruising and maybe a cracked rib to get there but hey she was living it up now. Cerulean blue gems looked up as he closed in the gap enough, raising his weapon clad had and spoke. Olivia squealed, quickly raising both her arms to her face as the creamy substance came at her; most of it getting in her hair and on her forearms. His bellowing laugh had her peeking out from behind her guard with a smirk on her face. Deep inside she was glad to hear him laugh like that; maybe he needed it. Everyone needed a good laugh once in awhile. Ribs be damned as Olivia pushed herself off the ground and attempted to tackle him while he laughed. If she managed to floor him she would get the mount position sitting on his waist.
"So funny right? How about this mm mmm?"
* She mocked as she purposely draped her damp and now semi creamed hair in his face, shaking it side to side. Without hesitation she would smear the cream from her forearms on both his cheeks laughing the entire time - if all went according to plan. And if so she'd laugh another 'ow' being breathless and sit up still on top of him - both would look rather ridiculous at this point. Olivia would let out a smile followed by a huge exhale and let herself gently off him by flopping herself to his right side if he allowed her to. There she would lay next to him chest heaving in medium paced breathes trying to regain her air and energy. With a small snicker and another exhale she kept her eyes up on the sky completely ignoring the wetness of the grass or her shirt a bit above her waist. Yeah the night was a bit cold but all that kinda warmed her up a bit.
"You win. I concede this time."
* She glanced his way and then back up. She definitely flared up her side with all of that so trying to fight on wasn't gonna get her anywhere. It was still all in good fun. However laying next to him would bring a certain nostalgia back as she smirked and pointed to the sky outlining a certain constellation with her finger.
"Hey look the Big Dippers out. See."
* Star gazing was something Olivia loved to do. She used to bring out a telescope and map sometimes. At least she was a good person to have if ever lost at sea with no compass as much time as she studied reading the stars. Still with everything as much as she was her, how could she still just act like she was never gone? Like everything was simply ok when it wasn't?
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Nov 25, 2015 17:29:17 GMT -5
-- hide my pain, but i hide it well ! There was a subtle hint of accomplishment that twinkled in his eyes admiring the cream covered girl at his feet. He found little joy in his victims cowering at his feet, but, for this one time, he found the lighthearted sight one of great amusement—the laughter steadily increasing with each short burst of exhales followed by the shorter bursts of inhales. When Olivia stumbled to her feet, he took a few steps back and prepared himself for what was to come next. " Oof-" The fiery little bundle of spunk managed to tackle him despite her wounded state. Truth be told, he allowed such an action to transpire, but he was still managed by the impressive amount of strength displayed for one her size. Golden eyes locked on the sky above as his back slammed into the wet grass below. With Olivia pinned on top of him, he continued to laugh—she still looked like a ravaged beast and the attack only further complemented the beast-esque. Then, like a dog fresh out of a body of water. Olivia began whipping those red locks back and fourth like Willow Smith. Juelz closed his eyes to avoid getting oil in his eye and attempted to dodge the raining remains by moving his head from side to side. Obviously it didn't work, but it was still worth a shot.After a few more moments, the mounted female exhausted what remained in her tank—the winded pants being a clear indication of this. The ivory locked teenager opened his eyes with a stoic look before giving the female a slowly formed yet devilish grin. When she removed herself from on top of him, Juelz stayed where he was and positioned himself into a more comfortable position. A single arm was placed behind his head, the other rested on his chest, while his knees were bent and feet planted firmly on the slippery grass below. Yes he was getting all wet, but at this very moment, he honestly didn't give a fuck." I know." He retorted with the utmost amount of arrogance to his little victory. His eyes remained fixated on the group of stars above, his mind racing through past hardships despite the attempt to relax and finally come to terms with a few things. However, his mindset and upbringing wouldn't allow such a thing so easily. Even during times such as these, he still couldn't allow himself to come to terms with this food, bonding, and stargazing. He didn't deserve it." Are you happy? Is this what you wanted?" He'd ask in response to her location of the Big Dipper. Honestly, he wasn't listening due to being so deeply engrossed with his thoughts. But he needed to know if this is what Olivia wanted. With his eyes still focused on the sky, he'd await her answer. ★ Olivia uhh potential mood killer ?! .
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Post by Olivia on Nov 26, 2015 2:36:08 GMT -5
sometimes we want what we want even if we know it's going to kill us. ▼ | * Olivia's might wasn't really anything to snuff at. She wasn't nearly at her fullest potential but mustering up a little strength to sweep him off his feet was all she needed. After all it wouldn't be the first time she pinned him. The fiery ginger was by no means fooled that he allowed her to floor him this time but she was lost in the game. Captured by the fun of it all. Taken back by his laughter. The rapture of days past echoed in her thoughts. There were some things one just couldn't get or take back. While others were found in new ways like simply rebuilding a cracked foundation. Yet even then so glue can only do but so much. It takes something much stronger to hold the pieces from falling apart entirely still the chipping will always remain underneath all the polishing.
* There was a lot of polishing on Olivia's surface currently. Things were hidden behind that pretty face that wasn't being said or asked outright of. It was hard to say that the past didn't matter because in this case the past two years mattered greatly. It wasn't something that would go left unnoted for too long. After exhausting herself with her Milla Rage esque like attacking on his face she gathered herself steadily at his side. Juelz's arrogant retort was nothing short of what she expected from him. If he had given her something entirely different she would've been shocked and wondered if he had hit his head. The hand she was tracing the stars with would lazily fall to land on her stomach. Initially wanting to give him a playful backhanded smack on the arm but she lacked the drive to bother and allowed his snide ways to sly.
* Despite it stinging a bit to do so she pulled her bare legs up so they were bent like his with her naked feet against the moist surface. At this point with smeared whipped cream on one side of her face, a design on her forehead and traces in her hair what did she really care at this point for the wetness of the grass damping her shirt. Actually it was his shirt but who's taking note. It wasn't his chosen words that grabbed her attention but the tone in his voice. The strong sense of seriousness it carried caused her eyes to shift over to her dear friend. She couldn't help but feel like it was something he really needed to know for whatever the reason my be. Though all the same she felt like maybe he was a tad annoyed with how hard she tried. How much she poked until he finally sorta burst and even then so he managed to find some kind of reserve.
* Olivia didn't know how to respond. Actually it wasn't a how to respond but more or less she had been trying most of their time to pull him away from the solemnity and somehow it all came circling back. It would've eventually from one of them but maybe she just wasn't prepared yet
"Whip cream in my hair? Not one bit."
* Olivia attempted to muse but deep down she knew that wasn't going to fly. With that knowledge she winced in pain as she turned herself over towards him. Considering there close proximity Olivia would be against his form just slightly with a hand on his chest trying to prop herself up enough to look him in the face. For some reason she felt her response deserved some eye contact.
"Look Juelz to see you smile and laugh like I remember or as much as I remember. Yes. This is what I wanted.. I prefer you not to be so closed up and grumpy around me. I know I've been gone so I don't know everything but I'm no fool and we both have similar lives still. I get it can be rough. Rules. Do this be that. Be that. Blah blah, I get it. They expect so much.. But Ma-Juelz.. "
* She almost slipped up on his name not wanting to agitate him she caught herself.
"When will you get it through your thick head that I've been offering you a safe haven? Couldn't we just have a place where it all doesn't matter? A castle on the clouds where they can't touch us.."
* Cerulean blues stared at him unwavering, giving him two taps on his forehead at the beginning of her words. She seemed to show a strong resolve in her words. It was also probably the most honest she had been since they knew each other. The most open somewhat. Maybe her disappearance had a little something to do with it - well whatever happened anyways. There was a lot of 'we' and 'us' not excessively but just enough where it counted the most. Juelz was like her best friend why would she not say it that way. All the trouble they generated together. Why couldn't they just leave the stress of their worlds for awhile and enjoy the moments? But was she happy? Yeah she kinda was. The other part was a bit indifferent for some reason or another. A small shiver passed through her indicating the slight coldness left behind from the rain but naturally the stubborn crimson haired girl ignored it keeping her eyes focused on the white haired one below her a smile curling a few seconds after her words were over. A thing of note was she had never been this close to him with the exception of him falling on her on the hood of the car and formally inside the house when he smeared the cream on her face and even then it was a tad new.
* Playfully pinning him in a Nala/Simba esque kind of way was far different than the closeness that transpired including the present. The time she usually spent with him there was always some sort of invisible barrier creating a gaping in space. When they would star gaze - rather she pulled him to - she either simply rested beside him or never more than on a head on his shoulder. Sure there were times she had gotten in his face but usually that was a result of them arguing or whatever. Point was there was something slightly different. Something slightly more freeing about her. She had always been deemed a pretty girl but it was clear the last two years she had blossomed more. Her hair grew to longer lengths, her features truly defined themselves and she didn't fully seem to care about covering up in front of him. Whatever the case end game was she wanted to be there for him to make up for all the lost time she wasn't. Not as though that was her choice.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Nov 28, 2015 1:30:12 GMT -5
-- hide my pain, but i hide it well ! He ignored the lighthearted remark for what it was—that blank stare of the teenager speaking volumes; he was not in the mood for lighthearted nature. He tried to push back the lingering thoughts to no real success and the outcome showed visibility. Olivia attempted to make eye-contact and he allowed it with meeting eyes of his own. A kingly glare piercing the deep blue irises of the female. When she continued speaking, to truly answer his question with some meaning. He instinctively sucked his lip in mild-annoyance and broke the glare with a shaking head. Just like when they were children, she still spoke about how she wanted him to smile, laugh, and simply be free when around her. He always hated that about Olivia and her. Tch, he was a grown ass man with little to no use for foolish pipe-dreams. His mummified heart pulsated in mock-pain as "that word" almost slipped from her fair lips—she'd feel the increase in his heartbeats too. In response, he locked his firm gaze back upon the girl, his eyes practically daring her to speak the name he has dubbed as " taboo". And as she continued, that gaze faltered once again—the talk of castle in the clouds and a fortress where hardship could never penetrate truly making him sick to his very core. Could she honestly still believe such foolishness could be possible? He was no longer a little boy with the privilege to go unnoticed by the public eye. Now, he was a man with a steadily growing empire with more enemies than a warring tyrant. How could Olivia possibly ask him to drop his guard like that? She knew nothing about this life. That much was more than obvious now at this point." Everything that glitters ain't gold. The grass ain't greener, I've been told." He recited two quotes as his eyes were focused elsewhere but Olivia. " You're still asking a whole lot of me, you know that, Olivia? You're asking me to believe such a place like that exists? For you? For me? Heh, yeah, okay." Juelz blatantly laughed at the idea the further he thought about such a place. Obviously he knew she was speaking in metaphors but still, no such place existed for a man so engrossed in this cutthroat world of crime. " This is the world I've stuck yourself into, if I'm not strong enough to lead, then I lose the privilege of getting what I want. And I want it all Olivia. I want the whole fuckin' world." He finally looked at the girl with a hardened glare. " But you, Olivia. You always had a choice. Or at least a chance for a life that didn't revolve around all this shit. A part of me honestly thought you got the chance when you disappeared. Needless to say when I saw you today I-. Never mind. I was just curious. Is this what you wanted? This life filled with pipe-dreams and a few smiles? I can give you smiles, but if you want those stupid dreams... You're barking up the wrong tree." |
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Post by Olivia on Nov 28, 2015 16:36:04 GMT -5
if two people believe in something, really believe, anything, even the impossible is possible. ▼ | * Was Olivia mentally prepared for whatever Juelz would say back to her? Would he find a way to cut sharply, deeply whether he meant to or not? One thing Olivia remembered about the ivory haired one below her was that he had a knack for honesty. No matter if it hurt one or not, but all the same once she usually allowed herself to calm from the anger that built up - the frustration - she took note that there had to be more to his words. Something hidden - locked away in a coffin buried further than six feet under. Things he didn't want to say. Things he didn't want to admit. Everyone had that sort of dilemma. Everyone had secrets - secret desires and wants. No one wanted to be seen as weak and within the world they both resided in that was the biggest 'taboo' of them all. Weakness. Almost anything could be taken as a sign especially the slightest bit of caring towards anyone or anything. But how could one pretend to care about nothing? No there was always something. You had to be the coldest individual to care for nothing at all.
* Her want for him to smile and laugh came from a good place. Olivia would never pretend to be the best person in the world. She was just as conniving and manipulative as a fox. And when she got vengeful well hell hath no fury right? But there were those she couldn't help but care for - and he was one of them. Maybe he would never understand her reasons until she decided to open up about a past he never knew about. Her life before becoming a Cassadine and even then she figured he was too wrapped within his cocoon to grasp it either way. Thinking about it was interesting to consider him like a butterfly. First starting off like a caterpillar wondering through life till it was time to evolve. Spinning it's shell, cutting itself off from the outside world for a period of time till it was ready to break out and show itself off. The sad thing about this was Olivia kinda saw Juelz as never coming out of that shell per say. No she didn't doubt he would break out and show the world his domination what she doubted was that the coating would merely blend into his skin. Untouchable. Unbreakable. Quality traits admittingly though it made her wonder where did she stand in that? If their friendship couldn't be the same then what was it going to be? Adapt to survive right?
* Olivia wasn't the sappiest person in the world. She didn't always have those deep conversations - actually in truth she used to just let that typical redhead fiery temper take over, say her piece when he pushed her and go her separate ways. This time she seemed to take a little more care in speaking to him - in trying to avoid upsetting him more. Funny she never really cared too much before about pissing him off. His heartbeat raced a little and subconsciously the hand she held on his chest shifted over to that area as if holding it in place. Silently telling it - telling him- to calm as she ignored that daring gaze. Honestly daring her to not do something or to do it was asking her to actually go through with it. In this case it was wiser to not cross that threshold besides this wasn't remotely a joking matter.
* So the practically stone fortress of a man below her finally opted to speak. Typical quotes spilled from his lips that made her want to role her eyes but instead she left her gaze on him while he looked away from her for a bit. But here was where the dagger she had a small feeling was coming for her would start. The dagger pricked her skin. He made a mockery of suggestion going so far as laughing at it. She believed such a place existed but it was a matter of finding it. Or even the willingness to. Everyone needed a place of solace. A place away from their hardships and trouble. A place to their own thoughts and maybe just maybe were able to be a little more of themselves than what everyone else wanted them to be. He wanted the world and her dreams, her wants were stupid. The dagger entered drawing blood. The girl he once knew would've shown her temper by now yet she appeared to remain eerily calm. Her face showed frowning brows but they were not of anger instead they were more questioning; if not thinking. There was much to say yet little in the same regard. What could she say? Would it make a difference? He was set on his course. There was no deviation it seemed.
"Since when did you start believing what others told you instead of finding it out for yourself?"
* In that regard she was referring to her words as well. There was no need to be hypocritical and tell him to just accept her words over others. No but she rather he had taken them into consideration instead of just dismissing. But he was who he was.
"I've actually never asked much of anything from you Juelz outside of maybe just maybe one or two things. If those things are asking far too much from you well then I won't ask anymore."
* Those things she referred to were simply just for him not to lock himself away around her. To even though in this cruel world and harden lifestyle live a little. Let go. She was never asking him to drop his guard in the way he thought but little did he know she more than understood. She did know the life well enough. She also knew what it was like to have essentially nothing. To fend for yourself. She may not have been the sweetest girl in the bunch but she understood hardships more than some thought she did.
"I don't want your false smiles Juelz, so don't for me."
* How in the world was she managing to keep her cool the entire time was a unexplainable magic trick. Her tone constantly remained so even if there was any anger it wasn't peeking through. Olivia leaned towards his face placing a kiss on his cheek ignoring the remnants of the whip cream. She didn't linger to look at him. Just as quickly as she granted the kiss was as quickly she pushed herself off of him to stand up wincing at her ribs while she did. On her feet she took a breath to gather herself before glancing up to the stars and back down to him.
"You know, you really do act like I don't understand this life or this world. Like I don't understand rules, regulations, what it takes, what is needed or just purely the cruelty the atmosphere has to offer.. The ambiance is bittersweet.. I get it you want the whole wide world in the palm of your hand. You wanna be a king standing on top of the world. Yeah I get that drive that ambition Juelz I'll never knock you for it. Heh, when I was little I didn't want to be a princess I wanted to be a fucking Queen.. Still do."
* Somehow she managed a smirk with that comment. Shaking her head dropping the smirk she continued taking a step around him but she would not give him her back as she turned to face him.
"One thing however don't pretend you think or know what choices I have or had. You can call my dreams stupid all you like but ya know what I do believe in such a place. But see it doesn't have to be a physical place it could be a person it's all up to the individual, but I digress. I've lived a life on those cutthroat streets for two years when I was eight - when my family threw me out. I know what it's like to lose. I know what it's like to feel weak or empty handed. To fend for myself. I know how harsh things could be. So again you can deem my pipe dreams idiotic even but you wouldn't even know me right now without me having just a little bit of that.. There are some things that just keep you going ya know. If Nicolas Cassadine never found me and gave me a bigger dream and such to shoot for I wouldn't be here. But when you aren't blood it's a bit difficult. You have a dream, a big one. I'll never see you as weak but clearly it doesn't matter what I think. And frankly fine. I'll support you if not stand by you. Heh you know I don't do well being behind someone. Can't do the shadow thing. Never a princess always a Queen."
* She opted to grant him a final smile of sorts. If he listened well he woud've caught her opening up slightly. Giving him insight that she was not a blood related Cassadine which made things a bit hard for her in some cases and being a female in that world. There weren't many that knew she wasn't his legit daughter but enough did to place a heavily glare on her. But it mattered not as she started to walk away holding her ribs pausing briefly to turn back and speak.
"If you don't mind I'ma go get all this off. I'll clean up in the kitchen when I'm done. Oh and I'ma need to use your phone. I've been holding off making a particular call."
* He probably figured her to react much differently than she had. Olivia changed a little or was really just too tired to argue at all. If he wanted to respond to her he was more than welcome to follow her inside and speak. She might not have verbally been saying that but she wasn't one to not allow him not to have his say. She was just getting a bit cold and her ribs were throbbing more and more. Olivia would make her way inside and find the bathroom he was once in. Leaving the door open she would go towards the mirror and lift the singular shirt she wore looking at the bruising that formed on her ribs. All she could do was sigh at this point. What a night it was all turning out to be.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Nov 29, 2015 22:37:42 GMT -5
-- hide my pain, but i hide it well ! This all was like a reoccurring nightmare to Juelz—one he couldn't free himself from no matter how hard he tried. Before Olivia made her "sudden return", Juelz kept it all under wraps, buried under pounds of human remains in which he sat on top of like a makeshift throne. He never had the privilege in "letting go" if such actions never resulted in sexual or illegal activity. Well, he did once upon a time; twice upon a time; once with her and the final time with Olivia. Growing up with your heads in the clouds gets you nowhere, so he came back down to earth once Olivia went missing. Juelz realized the truth behind the world and how everyone aimed for his and his brothers skulls. And, without an outlet; a means to keep his sanity; he just said fuck it; again. He wouldn't allow himself to get close to anyone ever again, not after two loses. Yet here he was with Olivia, like a reoccurring nightmare he couldn't free himself from. 3 rd time is the charm, right? That's how that saying goes, yeah? No. He wouldn't risk it; he couldn't; he wouldn't. Since when did he star believing what others told him?When it all began becoming too much to bear. With the burden of the entire world upon his herculean shoulders, his mental and physical prowess shine brightly. Throw on top of that endless weight, the weight of the pain he hides oh-so well, an issue quickly forms and he crumbles like a petrified tree. Juelz always blamed himself for Olivia's disappearance simply because of the way their little bout ended prior to her vanishing. But there was a deeper reason on why he blamed himself and such reason goes back to the years he spent in Japan. He sighed as she continued to speak—the girl going on to say who she would no longer ask anything from him. Truthfully, a part of Juelz wanted to scream good riddance while the other part wanted to elaborate on what he truly meant; come clean about the endless pain taking place in the deepest recess of his leathery heart. But he couldn't— A man's pride was a bitch and a half in that regard, so, instead, he did what he did best and kept it buried under the pounds of remains. " Nothing about me is fake, Olivia." Were the only words he could muster up as she leaned in to place a gentle kiss upon his cheek. He found it oddly "out of character" for the female to not be glowing a gasket or two due to the words not spoken not to long ago. But, then again, could he really be that surprised? In the few years she was gone he has changed. Juelz Santana is no longer that starry-eyed child who loved getting his hands into adult business. Now, he was a man with a clear goal and the means to accomplish the impossible with a little work and time. He's doing everything he set out to do and then some. So for Olivia to exhibit anything less than attitude at this point shouldn't really weigh to heavily upon the ivory locked teenager. Still, he couldn't help but wonder why she was keeping her cool despite clearly having a thing or two to say in response. But then her final onslaught of words sunk him deeper into that nightmare that has been cast upon him by his own scarred mental state. When looking at Olivia, Juelz saw a face; the visage of a beautiful black haired girl who mimicked everything Olivia said. On the outside he remained hard and in control, but on the inside, he was a hot mess; the hottest of messes. Upon his throne he screamed, seeing the face he missed more than anything drove him over the edge. He began clawing at his skin with dull finger nails until he drew blood. Still, the pain he felt from self inflicted punishment could never match the heart winching pain he was feeling now. He hide his pain like a professional, completely detached from his true feelings and desire to flourish in this hellish and cutthroat lifestyle. But is it really worth it?" Yeah. Sure." He replied with a burning sensation in the back of his throat. It donned upon him what she was truly saying, but he would never let it show—or more like it couldn't show. So accustoming to less-than-stellar news, when Olivia came clean about her little secret, he just followed her back into the house with those slowly shifting irises of his. The shade of blue they were turning represented pain, despair, and sorrow. No matter how hard he looked on the outside, his eyes always reflected his inside. " Back to square one, huh? It is what it is." He rose to his feet and went in a few minutes after Olivia, using that time to collect himself and get his emotions back in check. Once inside, he stood by the balcony and spoke—words loud enough for Olivia to hear from within the bathroom. " Why did you leave, Olivia? What pushed you away from all of this... From me? If I'm not the cause what was? I need to know." |
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Post by Olivia on Nov 30, 2015 23:07:04 GMT -5
if two people believe in something, really believe anything, even the impossible is possible. ▼ | ~Men can be so difficult huh. Then again he wouldn't be him if he was anything but right?~
* Originally Olivia had been trying her best to steer clear from serious topics - touchy subjects. Before he seemed so less inclined to speak on the matter but presently it had all changed. She wasn't sure what it was that made things altered but if it was what he wanted then she would oblige just enough. At first they seemed to be driving on cruise control until it was time to take the wheel and guide on their own. Drivers ed was over. Words had been exchanged yet how little was still said. She allowed herself for once to open the door - even if just a crack - to a past she attempted to long forget. There was no true forgetting. Maybe dismissing in some regards but the memories would always be there. Interesting to say considering Olivia's memories weren't all there or rather they seemed selective. There were things she remembered and things she forgot within her disappearance. That argument he spoke off for example was probably one of the biggest things she couldn't recall. What did they even argue about? How did he manage to get her so upset for her to tell him she didn't need him? Bits and pieces of her mind seemed so scattered yet she still retained just enough to play it off.
* There were faint things that brought back visions of things she assumed she lost to the deep parts of her mind. Shadows usually overlapping thoughts that should've shinned so vividly but instead were cast in darkness. Since she came back or rather was found staggering out of a alley brawl the crimson haired teen had tried to recollect those missing pieces. Tried to gather the jigsaw puzzle that was the gap of those two years into one cohesive picture. However every time she made an attempt to dig into what happened she turned up with nothing but headaches. Sometimes she swore something flashed whether she was awake or asleep but it was always so swift - or overall just hurt. Olivia didn't speak of it to anyone but Sarris. She knew Dante would worry far too much not to mention he had an even bigger temper than she. She didn't want him to go and do something stupid and brash on a whim. Her father didn't really ask further because he figured she'd remember in time. And Adonis, he was never going to inquire.
* It didn't take her long to wash the cream off her face. Splashing the water on her face felt refreshing as she grabbed a towel wiping off the excess water as she looked up at the mirror. Reflections. A person's reflection was never what appeared in the mirror before them at least not on the surface. It was beyond the face value where the reflection truly shinned. How many could look passed the exterior and see what was within? Not just about another but most importantly about themselves. When they looked at themselves were they able to be honest even if for a moment? Were they able to see the person they had been keeping locked away? Olivia stared into the mirror before her what she saw was merely an abyss at first. As they say if you stare into the abyss it would simply stare back. What was in that abyss? What was hidden in it's depths - no her depths?
* Part of the answer was simple yet held a complexity. A crownless, throneless Queen. Unlike Juelz Olivia didn't have a throne to sit upon hers was more makeshift. While his crown could be made of the purest of gold and rarest diamonds and gems - hers was of lesser quality. By no means was it some children's arts and crafts project but the exquisiteness was not equal. But why would she view such a thing? Because the truth of the matter was as much as they were the same there was a difference between them. She didn't share the responsibilities he did, at least not right now. She didn't have the truest luxury of claiming her kingdom and subjects for she was not of that true royal bloodline - coupled with her absence over the years. Her blood was tainted if not peasant like compared to him and her adoptive family. Everything was always a challenge of sorts and she needed to be up to par with the boys. Train harder in mind and body. She didn't belong but she was damned if she was going to let anyone stop her. No. Her growth, her potential reign had been stunted long enough. She really did detest being in the shadows especially when it was someone else's.
* Beyond the throne road that laid before her to claim her own laid many other roads untraveled. Maybe even hidden thoughts left unexplored. There were regrets in her heart that she wished didn't exist. She didn't want to add anymore to it as well. Anyone could only take but so much weight thrust upon them before it crashed upon them. Who wanted a wasteland of rubble? She didn't wish to reflect any longer on matters or have visions of her past - like her shitty family or her life on the streets - play much more. As she went to turn away from herself and towards the shower she was stopped by hearing him ask why did she leave. A quizzical expression befell her face as her head turned towards the open door. That question was bound to be asked sooner or later. But he said why did she leave, not what happened to her. It meant that he thought she left on her own accord and as his questioning continued it became more and more apparent. Her body moved on its own, cautious like footsteps carrying her out of the bathroom and towards the source. The questioning expression on her face didn't leave but was mixed with confusion as she drew nearer to where he was. Thoughts wouldn't play out for they were chosen to be spoken verbally upon her standing before the mood switching teen.
"Do you really think I'm that petty?"
* Those light blues gazed over him as her head tilted just a little to the right. He already was aware she really didn't recall their little fight exactly but even if she did, she honestly wondered did he really think that low of her? To think she would use that as an excuse to leave for two years no contact? Did he think when her family thought she was dead it was all a ruse? There was a hint of agitation when she questioned him mainly because she saw him better than that to think such nonsense.
"From my understanding I was considered possibly dead to my family. Why would you think I left on my own accord? Do you think they lied? Do you think maybe they hide me away? Do you really believe I would just leave you like that for two years, no contact over a fight I can't even remember what it was about or what I even said last?"
* She took a moment to sigh before continuing. Shaking her head to try and wash away the bad taste she just got. All the while she kept her calm.
"Juelz.. For as long as I've known you I've stood by you have I not? It wasn't you and I wouldn't want to just leave you like that. Being honest with you, I--"
* She paused looking down and away balling her fist at her sides. She hated not remembering. She hated not knowing. It was like a small lack of control she lost.
"I don't know ok. I don't know what happened. I can't remember at all... I don't even know how I ended up where Dante found me. It's like I just was. I don't know how to explain it and it's frustrating as fuck..."
* She tried not to grit her teeth at the end but did just slightly. She wanted to punch something that was apparent. But now he knew he wasn't the cause that he would never be the cause especially not for something so small. But still what happened was a mystery entirely. To discover the answers was going to be even harder and no telling when or how.
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