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| RiddleMeThis396 | Nov 17 2016, 02:57 AM Post #51 |
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Leila shook a finger at Tripp, "You don't leave until you at the very least have food in your stomach, drink in hand, and....a proper umbrella from yours truly." She winked, laughing as she saw the girl's gaze wander. "Ah..I'd stay clear of that hot mess, love..." She mused, hopping off the bar towards the man with the bun and the glowing face. "Oye, to order you have to actually make eye contact. Think you can handle that, yeah?" She asked as she leaned forward on the counter, her bright green eyes sparking with amusement. Rich assholes like this made her life amusing, thinking they were so far above her with their fake ass magic. Oh, if only they knew.... |
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| never_fade_away | Nov 17 2016, 03:06 AM Post #52 |
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"What you was goan to say was dat you was gonna stay here for a while, yea? There is no need for you to be goan out in dat weather out there now, bebe." Remy reminded the young girl after Leila had sat her down. He winked up at the woman to let her know that he had heard her earlier. He'd always be her muscle any time she asked. He had no issues with helping out when she needed it. "And if you goan to be stubborn about this, then you're goan to have yourself a friend, yea? Can't very well let you wait out there for a bus all by yourself, ain't nobody good up to anything out tonight. I'll have to walk you I will." ~*~*~*~ The rehab house that Verena's parents had bought for her was about a 15 minute drive across town. It was a nice, unassuming building that was owned completely by her elitist parents. They paid for the whole staff (of completely women) and anything that their daughter could possibly want. From what Sin could tell as they pulled up to the building, shutting her bike off as she put the kickstand down, this had been the way things had gone on now for about 40 years now. Now looking at Verena you would never guess just what her true age was and to be honest, Sin was only making an estimate but she definitely knew that the girl wasn't the same age as her despite what she looked like. Getting off the bike, she motioned for the girl to go ahead of her as they entered the house. Inside was warm and well lit against the darkness of outside as Ambrosine pulled off her helmet and placed it on the foyer table. 2,000 square feet completely devoted to the crazy witch standing soaked next to her. It was a beautiful decorated home but in the end, it was still only a gilded cage. They called it a rehab home but truthfully they never actually did anything here to help Verena get better. All they did was keep her away from the public and keep her hidden from the prying eye. Sin would go crazy as well being trapped in these walls for the rest of her life. They were not alone long before one of the help arrived and curtsied in welcome. "Welcome back mistress and Ambrosine. Shall we draw you up a warm bath and get you clean clothes misstress Verena?" The woman asked as Verena waved her away. "I can do it myself. You're dismissed." Her voice was curt and clipped as she turned back to Sin and clutch her arm. And so it began. It was the same thing every time. "Please don't leave me here, Sin. Please." Verena begged her, her eyes turning large and watery. And even though Sin did feel an inkling of guilt, she shook her off. "You'll be fine, Rena. Trust me you're in good hands." The words felt rehearsed and dry in her mouth- the same words she said every time. "No, no, no, no, no!" She cried as she clutched at her hair. "He's waiting for me. He's waiting! He'll never leave me alone. Ever! Again and again and again. Red red red! ALL HE WANTS IS RED." She shrieked and Sin cursed as she moved Verena's hands away from where she was yanking her hair. "Verena it's okay! Nobody is here, he won't get you. Men aren't allowed in here, remember? Just me and your staff." "He is! He IS here. He's always here. He tells me. All the time. He waits and he tells me. It's all their fault, he's here because of THEM, Sin. Soon I won't be able to stop him. I try to stop him, I don't want him to do it. The red, Sin. Red, red, red. But I don't want it! No I don't want it to. Please don't leave me." She fell to her knees sobbing as she began to rock as Sin sighed. Kneeling down next to the girl, she began to rub her back. She looked up to catch the eye of a staff waiting nearby and tossed her head for her to get the medication that would help Verena sleep. "It's okay, Rena. It's okay, I won't let him do it, okay? I believe you." She said even though she didn't. She never knew who this he was that Verena talked about. From what she could figure, he was the reason that she killed the young girls that she had, the reason she craved the blood. Sometimes Verena was like this; a broken mess and other times she was like she had been at the bar. Off. Way off. This was just a broken girl. "Please don't let him do it, Sin. Don't let him. The red, so much red. It's always red." She murmured and kept murmured over and over. Soon enough the woman came by with a glass of warm milk and the pills. Once Sin convinced Verena to take the pills, she helped her up to her room where she could get into some warm, dry clothes and go to bed. "Goodnight Verena. I'll see you soon." She called out but the woman was already half asleep, the pills she took having always affected her almost instantaneously. "Red, red, red. It will all be painted in red." Verena sighed before passing out into the drug induced sleep. Sin shook her head before moving to leave house, not wanting to be in here any longer than she had to. She hated this place more than Verena did. It always felt more like a crypt to her than a home. |
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| mallyapple19 | Nov 17 2016, 03:18 AM Post #53 |
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Tripp looked quickly away from the man, noticing her laugh. Did she think...? "Oh no-" She tried to protest, but the woman was already down the bar. She let out a little huff of air, glancing at the alcoholic beverage left for her a while back. She eyed it warily before reaching instead for her half full water. Looking over over to Remy, she blinked her long lashes a couple times, putting together his words before shaking her head. "Nonono, that's not necessary," she insisted. "I think you're both worried for nothing - I mean, I got down here okay, right? And I've gone back before...and hopefully the rain lets up soon... and I think I had a flashlight in my bag somewhere. Maybe." - At the first couple words, Casimir clicked off the screen and set it face down on the bar as he looked up to meet the bright peridot of the striking redhead behind the bar. Well. She was unexpected. He smiled pleasantly. "Fun fact: You're the second person in thirty minutes to assume my basic motor functions and common sense are malfunctioning." His tone was friendly and playful - it was remarkable the amount of antipathy one received once one left Uptown though. "May I have an old-fashioned, please? With bourbon instead of rye, if it's not too much trouble." Edited by mallyapple19, Nov 17 2016, 03:18 AM.
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| never_fade_away | Nov 17 2016, 03:26 AM Post #54 |
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Remy chuckled as once more, the peeshwank tried to tell him that she was fine. She had been doing a lot of that since she first got here- didn't mean that him or Leila listened to her any. "Think nothing of it, bebe. Now what kind of man would my mere think I was if I doan help a pretty girl when it was called for. You doan listened to me and Leigh tell you about what kind of trouble to expect bag daer on them there streets now, yea? Any night is foolish, but dis one is especially coo-yon to be on your own. Dis is a bad night to be out and you doan need to be on your own. When you ready to leave you let ol' Remy know, alright? I'll walk you own out to the bust stop and wait with you there until it comes, yea?" |
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| mallyapple19 | Nov 17 2016, 03:34 AM Post #55 |
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Temporarily distracted from her consistent insisting that all was well, she actually turned on her stool to face Remy a little more. "Well... thank you. I probably won't tell you when I leave, but... thanks." For the first time, her voice sounded actually a little... playful, maybe. Well...maybe not playful, but friendly. Not so panicky or uncomfortable. "So um - Remy, right? - I know this is kind of rude, so you don't have to answer but... your um, voice. It's...I haven't, uh, heard anyone talk like, um, you before. Where... are you from?" Terrible as she was at small talk, she actually felt a twinge of pride that she'd powered through that and managed to actually sound like she was genuinely interested in chatting with him. |
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| never_fade_away | Nov 17 2016, 04:04 AM Post #56 |
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Remy offered Tripp an insanely attractive grin as he tipped his almost empty glass towards her. "You got dat right, bebe." He answer her about his name before outright laughing as she asked him about his accent and where he was from. She would feel better in seeing that he wasn't offended at all by her question. "Nah! It ain't rude at all! You ain't gonna hear anybody talk like dis around here, bebe. See me? I'm from the South down in the bayou, yea? You ain't gonna get a lot of us up here, we like to stay close to home usually." He explained to her, wondering if she even knew where the bayou was or what it even was. |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Nov 17 2016, 04:17 AM Post #57 |
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Leila let her eyes graze over him with a light shrug as she pushed off the bar to make his drink, seeming wholly bored at the conversation. “Maybe the hair tie is cutting off the circulation…” She teased with a wicked spark in her eyes as she looked up through her lashes. “Pit stop on the way to the infamous Gala then?” She asked as she placed his drink down on the bar, ignoring as two royal guards came through the door. She heard them mumbling about her presence into whatever com system that they had. Ugh…it really was him. She pressed a thin finger to Casimir ‘s lips, “Hold that thought…” She winked, wiping her hands off on her apron as she walked to the end of the bar. “You boys lost?” She called out, smirking at the looks of aggravation on their faces. “Oh, come now…where is your keeper, eh?” One of the men took a step towards her, hand reaching to the piece on his side. “You would be right to learn your place you urch- “ He suddenly clawed at his throat, glaring daggers at the redhead. “Aww…now, Louis, that was uncalled for…” She tisked, her one hand clenched in a light fist. “Leila…give it back.” A wicked smirk hit her lips as a familiar voice rang through the tense silence. Actually, now there were more whispers than silence. Not often a member of the royal family themselves found their way to this end of the track. The young man was obviously hiding a smirk as he walked in, dressed for a much different occasion than hitting up a dive bar. “Leigh…now….” “Princey, princey, princey…what a rather…well, inconvenient surprise. If you listened to your messages or read your mail…or listened to your mother…you’d know this was a wasted trip.” Leila mused, her smile broadening as he leaned against the bar by her. “Give it back, and we’ll talk…Leigh I mean it.” She made a face but finally released her hand. Louis gasped and let out a rather violent cough, looking ready for murder but a simple finger up from the prince and he fell back in line. Leila boredly twirled her hair a bit, “He should know better than to run his tongue. One day I won’t be as nice.’” She mused, and one look from her sent everyone back to what they were doing. “Seriously, Kaleb, what in the seven realms are you doing here.” She kind of hated the smirk that hit his lips, “Came to convince you to come out and play. Come on, Leigh…you know you’re the best in the business, why turn it down? It is one hell of a payday…plus some other benefits…” Leila let out a snort of laughter, “Don’t make yourself such a gem. Only one in here interested in your bull is the one nursing an old fashioned.” She paused, though, as something rather dark flashed through his eyes. “And if I don’t agree what exactly is your angle?” Her scowl turned really scary as he dare flick his hair down the bar. “Aye…Don’t you go there. Princey or not, you’d make a nice rat you so much as touch a hair on his head. Or her's." Suddenly her smile turned loud and wicked, “Or! Oh…I know. I’ll go with you and I can tell mommy and daddy dearest all about-“ Suddenly the prince’s hand shot out, only to stop about a centimeter away from her throat. His eyes were confused until he heard her laugh. Her finger was barely off the table and yet he couldn’t move. She laughed, actually laughed at his angry confusion, “You tryin’ to scare me hun? Oh, that’s real cute…” She her grin was fully wicked when, with a snap of her fingers his ass was planted firmly on the barstool. “Now. Either order your ass a drink or get the hell out. You’re not going to parade me around tonight or any night. We clear?” By the end she was about a centimeter away from his face. “I love our little chats, don’t you?” She gave him a smacking kiss before walking back down the bar, looking like nothing had ever happened. Kaleb, on the other hand, had a whole range of emotions on his face. Obviously he was very used to getting his way…. Edited by RiddleMeThis396, Nov 17 2016, 04:33 AM.
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| mallyapple19 | Nov 17 2016, 04:44 AM Post #58 |
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Remy's grin drew out a smile from Tripp - it seemed like her prideful moment wasn't misplaced. He actually confirmed outloud that he wasn't offended by her question, which grew her smile just a twitch. It didn't last long though when the door was shoved open and two very royal guards entered into the establishment. It took all of five seconds for her to see the expressions on their faces and the way they eyed Leila to know that something was going to go down. Grabbing her bag, as though it were some kind of safety net, she wished now she was a little further away from the door. Confrontation was a no-no for her... in any form. Watching the scene unfold, she made the decision it was definitely time to be on her way... she didn't know if the prince (The PRINCE was here!), or his guards would do any sort of damage or retaliate. Glancing at Remy, her lips twitched and she slid off the barstool, an apology of sorts that their conversation couldn't continue. |
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| never_fade_away | Nov 17 2016, 04:56 AM Post #59 |
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As much as he wanted to stop Tripp from leaving and walking out of the door on her own, Remy damn sure wasn't going to leave Leila alone here with the prince and his goonies even if she could handle herself. Making eye contact with the two guards, he offered them a flippant grin, daring them to try something as he leaned back on his stool against the wall, arms crossed across his chest. Where he was sitting, he was able to watch the whole scene unfold without being too far away in case anything happened. As always, however, Leila had it all perfectly in hand so all he had to do was sit there and taunt the guards and look somewhat threatening. As she finally dismissed the Prince, he held in his snort as he watched the emotions rage over the man's face. You know... for a man who was supposed to be in the public eye all of the time, he sure didn't have good control over his facial features. His poker face was merde. |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Nov 17 2016, 05:14 AM Post #60 |
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Leila let out a whistle as she saw Tripp get up, "Oye, what did I tell you...." she chuckled, leaning under the counter and pulling out an actual umbrella for the girl. She waved her hand over it, grinning as she handed it over. "There. At least you'll keep dry...oh!" She flicked her wrist and a small card flew into her bag. "You need anything you call that number, understand?" She mused as she poured Remy's refill. "If you're worried about princey and the three stooges don't be. He knows better than to cross me." She was keeping a side eye on the prince as well as the other rich dick sitting at the counter. All she wanted to do was throat punch Kaleb as he caught her eye. Leila guessed that was part of the problem, really. He had caught her eye one particular night. He'd been a new customer and she'd been relatively new to the city. Now he acted like she was available at the beck and call. She took a shot of straight rum herself, looking to Remy with a look that purely said "kill me now". Leila knew it wasn't that easy to get rid of Kaleb, but if Tripp was that insistent on leaving maybe it was for the better. She didn't need her on the royal's radar too. She looked to Casimir then, "You holding up there?" She asked simply, flat out ignoring the looks being exchanged between the royal trio. Edited by RiddleMeThis396, Nov 17 2016, 02:15 PM.
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