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oh my god, they were roommates...
posts: 145
nickname: mor
zodiac: pisces
affinity: fire
child of: artemis
class: mage
district: 4, fishing
house: gryffindor
kingdom: stark
patronus: dragon
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Jun 27, 2017 20:46:24 GMT -8
Post by morrie on Jun 27, 2017 20:46:24 GMT -8
[/i] [/font][/ul][/ul][/ul] [/span] the apartment was on the small side, but so were most new york apartments. so, in a way--this place was a steal. two bedrooms and a bathroom? with walls? most young adults his age found themselves crammed in a bedsit. jay on the other hand, he had connections. good connections too, because he'd managed to slither his way into the apartment and lower the monthly rate. he knew very well that the place had always been a dump but seeing it in even worse condition made his heart heavy. sure, jay had to share the space to afford it... but it was one of the few things that he had. the echo that travelled from the kitchen to the living room only confirmed the damage that left the space closest to the door pretty much barren. theft would have been easier to swallow than this. "i can handle bland," and it was true. he was never a picky eater. any food was good food so long as it was edible. "it's the maision de connard way." he commented with a sneaky smile on his face. because he felt like his display wasn't very convincing, he shifted his weight into his supporting hand so he could use the other to flatten his hair against his head. a few strands fell out of place as soon as his hand slid beyond their max length--his optimal look, the only hairstyle that could ever really support his long lasting 'dapper hoodlum' aesthetic without crossing those 'try-hard' lines that he had no interest in venturing anywhere near. "months ago?" jay was taken aback, whether or not his shock was genuine was easily up for debate, "when we first met? i didn't think you rolled like that." he didn't. but jay felt that he had good reason. she was younger than him and from some place outside of new york--and he guessed that since she moved here she had been from somewhere small and boring. and frankly, according to jay, nothing interesting happened in small towns except for murder and teenage pregnancies. which wasn't that far off from the big city. the only difference was that here in the city, no one cared about murder or pregnancies. not unless it affected them directly. she was right, his knuckles did get infected. pretty bad too, because they scarred over in an over-all messy fashion. had it not been for the new battle wounds that existed over the old scars, she'd have visual evidence to reference. so, technically, jay could fight her. but her gaze insisted that it'd be a bad idea, and he was getting tired from it himself. he chose silence while she looked him over. which was a surprising feat, considering that she went as far to hold his head and readjust it without any warning. not a word escaped his lips during this process, but that did not mean he was without facial expressions. his go-to was the all-too gaze of irritation, but it only made him look like an upset child while she held his face. the look remained on his face when she pulled her hands back to herself, but at this point the damage had been done--he still looked like a whiny kid. "broken?" jay asked with faux doubt in his voice. "it's not broken," he further insisted, "if anything... it was knocked back into place." his nose was always such an easy target, at it seemed anyone who had beef with him was out to bend it out of shape like that'd ruin his face. he'd always come out of a brawl rather lucky because he'd always avoid a deviated septum by a hair. thank god, too. because realignment surgery certainly was not in jay's budget by any means. his eyes trailed off to the quirky rust-colored camel back sofa that effortlessly filled the space it needed to, even without the cushions. and then he looked back to her, thinking of whether or not he'd reply to her comment. he postponed any kind of response so that he could relocate to the couch she gestured to. he had to force his long legs into a deep squat in order to make it onto the sofa without free falling, and even then there was a split second that made his heart skip. "i'm not trying to be a 'tough' guy," jay could only stay quiet for a second or two. sitting in silence was much harder now than it was a few minutes ago. now she was invested in this conversation, and in turn so was he. funny how things worked. "you don't always have to care." he didn't really know her, he didn't know what her habits were. jay was just grabbing at straws. he was also grabbing at the solitary cigarette deep in his pockets conveniently next to the lighter that was miraculously unscathed. even though he took the time to jam the thing between his lips and light it, he wasn't done talking. "caring wasn't on the lease." jay took a long drag, a drag much longer than anyone would suggest to someone who was having trouble breathing--and this was immediately met with extreme resistance on his lung's end. jay was thrown into a drawn out coughing fit that he combated with a curled torso. the pain that erupted when he curled seemed to take the attention his brain was giving to his lungs elsewhere--so he shot right back with a pained look on his face when he threw his head back against the back of the couch. "shit," he groaned when it was all said and done. rather than discarding the cigarette that was now being held between his index and thumb, the guy jammed it back between his lips like he hadn't learned a single thing just then.[/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul]
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time to nut up or shut up
posts: 41
nickname: thor
zodiac: cancer
affiliation: supernatural
affinity: earth
child of: athena
class: sorcerer
district: 1, luxury
house: ravenclaw
kingdom: tyrell
patronus: lioness
planet: coruscant
status: moroi
trainer type: dark
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Jun 27, 2017 20:47:29 GMT -8
Post by thorne on Jun 27, 2017 20:47:29 GMT -8
[attr="class","stella"] truthfully, stella felt the smallest sense of gratification in the installment of bewilderment from the otherwise-dispassionate man, of finally getting some sort of raise out of him as oppose to the usual quiet disposition within the amount of time they have been living together. she cared very little about the genuineness of the expression, but rather its actual manifestation. of course, the notion came as a surprising revelation─it did for most people─as the nineteen year old's own initial impression, both outwardly and inwardly, gave off a more amiable depiction. and it was not like the two young adult had much interaction prior to their current situation that could come as aid for jay to piece together her entire background. however as a true characteristic, she was not above the basic impulses in human nature and cared little in suppressing them when given the freedom of decision, a sense of independence that roots the cause for her escape from the mundane life of college-living. instead of taking the time in conjuring a witty reply to his statement, she simply chose not to, rather opting for a sly smile and retrieving the lonely first-aid box from its spot on the floor.
she was able to make it to the deteriorated couch before jay, whose seemingly painful technique of sitting down made her want to cringe out of pure sympathy for the man. although she refrained from doing it to spare him the further dilapidation of his masculinity. placing the kit against one of the arms beside her, the brunette waited patiently for him to get settled before flipping the metal latches open and grabbing the first set of sterilized clothes and a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide. she remained soundless within the following moments, simply admitting every ounce of her attention to the task at hand as she gently ran the bleached fabric onto the unpleasant lacerates.
the dark-haired man's commitment to sustaining their conversation was a feature that added another level of astonishment to stella's mental memory. she half-expected him to merely drop it whenever given the opportunity, as per usual when they talked. the fact that he continued to speak was an unusual peculiarity and inwardly peaked the girl's curiosity. however the instantaneous shift in their discussion topic further intensified the notion, ultimately catching her off-guard with the suddenness of the indirect accusation. she paused for a second, one hand still plastered on the side of his cheek that hosted a blood-coated gash. "caring isn't something that should be on a lease for an apartment," she answered in a way utterly blunt towards the subject, as if overlooking the reason for the inquisition. "it's called 'being human'," she added without cessation before continuing to clean the injuries. the fact that she had to explain her motivation for keeping jay away from death's touch to the man, himself, seemed like a ludicrous undertaking to the girl. her sense of irritation in his defensiveness was also laced with hints of wretchedness in the aspect of his suspicions towards even the smallest trace of help.
the fact that he grabbed a nearby cigarette had very little affect on stella. truthfully, she cared a diminutive amount for his daily dabbling in bodily harm, even in his current condition within the ruined shambles of their building. much like herself with the situations in the inter-workings of her own life, her companion is able to make suitable decisions on his own well-being. nonetheless she immediately sprang into action when his questionable selection concluded in a notable fit of congestion and coughing, using an empty hand to retrieve the wrinkled cancer-stick he jammed between his lips before he can protest. "and he's a fucking idiot too," she stated, with microscopic speckles of fondness, while shaking her head in almost disbelief in the way he stuck it back onto his mouth after the impact of the ordeal to his body. however instead of expressing another showing of frustration towards his actions, she laughed, expelling a small bout of chuckles in his expense due to the fact that the man's action was wholly something she expected from him. rather than finding somewhere to toss the cigarette, the brunette stick it between her own lips, balancing it easily with her teeth as she took a drag.
once she'd bandaged the worse of the injuries on his face and arms, she glanced down at his shirt, which accommodated various degrees of tears accompanied by dull red stained blotches. "off with that too," she said, pointing at the offensive piece of cloth. however stella was also in the process of lifting herself up from the uncomfortable sofa and onto her feet. "the food should be done. i'll be right back." the nineteen year old murmured, knowing he wasn't in any condition to move regardless of what she said. and with that, she drifted into the neighboring kitchen to fetch the boiling pot on the stove, essentially pitching the finished cancer-stick into the nearest pile of trash. returning momentarily, she carried two similar plastic containers in her hands─the quickest and closest things she was able to obtain in the mess of the other room─and placed on lightly on jay's lap for consumption. | |
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oh my god, they were roommates...
posts: 145
nickname: mor
zodiac: pisces
affinity: fire
child of: artemis
class: mage
district: 4, fishing
house: gryffindor
kingdom: stark
patronus: dragon
planet: coruscant
trainer type: dragon
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Jun 27, 2017 20:50:47 GMT -8
Post by morrie on Jun 27, 2017 20:50:47 GMT -8
[/i][/font][/ul][/ul][/ul] [/font] with a wave of scattered stinging bites, the concoction the white fabric soaked up made itself known to jay's facial abrasions. had he not been so used to the burning sensation that left his skin feeling strikingly cool, a series of short-lived facial expressions would be sent stella's way. instead, he kept still while she dabbed with care. "all i'm saying is i wouldn't be mad if you left. i'd get it." he was aware how bad everything looked, how troubling everything seemed. anyone in their right mind would get the hell out of here while they could. jay wished he could say that he would, but that wasn't true. what stella was doing was what he would do. somehow, it was different when he was on the other end of things. "i'd still want this month's rent, though. i'm really gonna need it." his eyes moved to look at her without adjusting his head or neck to offer a simper. leaning down into the couch, regardless of the apparent discomfort the bony piece of cushion-less furniture offered, was quite easy for jay. his long limps stretched far beyond the edge, over the rubble, and out to the a clearing where his feet rested while the girl moved down to his arms that didn't need much tending (according to him). they were mainly covered in bruises, and tiny cuts from the glass, but nothing major. no new wounds on his body had been classified as major as far as his untrained inquiries went. he didn't feel like he was dying, and he wasn't. the unlisted needed something from him, and to think that this plan would rely heavily on someone returning to help him seemed unrealistic and unlike the unlisted. either way, he was still injured; and stella was a bigger help than jay was ever willing to admit. at least right away. his thoughts on the matter immediately began to falter when she tugged to pull the cigarette from his lips in an overly-forceful manner. just when he began to physically ache from the idea that she had been one of those anti-smoking nuts who made his day-to-day smoking habit a pain for more than just his respiratory system--the cigarette was placed between her lips after a quick comment on her part. his face transformed from general vexation to a highly suggestive leer while the smoke left her lips nonchalantly. "that's hot," he smirked before she continued with her routine. by now, every shred of fight within jay had temporarily dissipated without a trace. when she pointed to his shirt (which was left bloodied and torn, a trait that wasn't uncommon in his clothing. but in this shirt's particular case, it was too far gone), he began to pull it off without a single defiant word. once the bloody veil had been removed, the result of malicious intent had been revealed. his side suffered the most, at least as far as gashes went. but like always, he wasn't worried about it. as long as the glass had been removed, he figured he was in good shape. what troubled him the most was the collage of deep reds that existed along the front and sides of his rib cage. the lighter reds showcased the dark vessels that looked like lightning underneath his skin. jay knew very well that all of this would bruise within the day--blacks and blues replacing reds and pinks. and that was never any fun. it was all out of his control. "no rush," jay said while his hazel eyes examined all the damage that existed on his torso. the front, anyways. he wasn't sure what was going on in the back. probably nothing seeing as it wasn't a target for the men that attacked him. had they used knives, or any other sharp objects, it would've been a much different story. jay was keeping this in mind the entire time he took in the damage. it made it tough for him to be grim. jay pulled his eyes away from the blood and the contusions and pushed them up to look at the ceiling. it was a familiar method that caused him to focus on the sounds stella was making in the kitchen--all the clinks, the clanks, and the eventual steps that moved in his direction. the ceramic bowl that she placed low in his lap was caught by two quick hands that were not surprised to discover that the soup left the container hot. the steam that left the surface of the brown stock was a good enough clue for the heat, and he welcomed it. hot palms were an interesting means of distraction, but they worked. "thanks," jay looked up at stella before bringing one of the few metal spoons they owned up to his lips for his first sip of the half-assed (but still extremely appreciated) dinner stella had prepared on such short notice.[/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul]
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time to nut up or shut up
posts: 41
nickname: thor
zodiac: cancer
affiliation: supernatural
affinity: earth
child of: athena
class: sorcerer
district: 1, luxury
house: ravenclaw
kingdom: tyrell
patronus: lioness
planet: coruscant
status: moroi
trainer type: dark
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Jun 27, 2017 20:51:16 GMT -8
Post by thorne on Jun 27, 2017 20:51:16 GMT -8
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[attr="class","stella"] "don't worry, i'll get my half of the rent in before the date you set," the brunette reassured nonchalantly, retaking her seat beside the injured man carefully. the emeralds of her eyes seemed to spark as she gazed upon him once more and her voice spoke volumes in certainty, to the point of even expressing a level of digression for anything stating otherwise. it was not only due to her characteristic certitude but rather because her words held a ring of honesty. within the months of their shared residency, she has always approached a single deadline without a sole guarantee of holding up her own end of the lease. the lonely stack of money always appeared somehow─without reason nor indication─much to everyone else's knowledge.
she haphazardly balanced the steaming container of broth atop the nearest dilapidated armrest, her slim fingers lingering briefly along the diaphanous metal of the bent spoon before she resumed her earlier engagement of bandaging jay's wounds. his chest withheld a more scabrous appearance when compared to the scraps and bruises on his countenance, although neither really seemed exactly appealing at that moment. the reddened flesh glimmered with drying blood and cuts and there were various areas of visible swelling along the abdominal region, possibly from damage along his interior viscera. the corner of stella's pale lips twitched downward at the unsightly glimpse. after taking a minute to absorb the image and formulate her own thoughts, she peered back onto the jagged ridges of his face as he continued to sit slouched, seemingly defeated in their current situation. "maybe it's a good idea to visit the hospital," she suggested hesitantly, but immediately contradicted her own words by reaching out once again for the supplies to help relieve his pain, already knowing the man's response to the preposterous proposition. she made an effort in showing a level of tenderness in her movement, as not to disturb the agitated affliction further, but the gesture conclusively yielded little in the response of lightening his present state of discomfort.
the calmness in the wake of catastrophe, the stillness in the moment, was interrupted by the ear-ringing noise of heavy slamming on the fragile wood of their front door. the abruptness cause the nineteen year old to jump in surprise, nearly toppling over above jay before catching herself with one hand as a balance upon the backboard of the couch. the half-open bottle of hydrogen peroxide, once secured between her fingers, fell on the floor with a notable crash, spilling the clear liquid along the dusty wood. the unsettling sound continued for a few seconds more before ceasing. stella remained in her spot, frozen with an unlikely look of fright, her thoughts racing with every inevitable what-if that would suit their situation. however, the instants of stillness were quickly followed by a booming resonance from the other side. "nypd. we had a call about a disturbance coming from this apartment," shouted the voice, which immediately caused more blazing alarms to ring within the girl's inner frameworks.
straightaway, stella's eyes widened, dark pupils dilated. she shoot a hasty, panicked glance at the man before quickly glazing around the destroyed living complex. there was no way anything logically sound could be used to describe the scene in the eyes of the law, or even anyone with a brain. however the young lady had very little time to conjure an excuse as she hurriedly scrambled up from her position on the couch and shuffled towards the awaiting door, concerned in the possibility of the authoritative men forcing their way inside. in the face of their circumstances, she's going to have to wing it. and the thought had her shaking in her shoes. she made a visible effort in compelling her own body to calm down once she reached the tarnished handle, taking a deep, lengthy breath as her fingers curled around the metal object. stella opened the door to be greeted with the sight of two large men in dark blue uniforms. they stood tall, stern, with a matching set of frown on their faces, and utterly ready for an interrogation. from the looks of it, she knew the state of affairs had gotten progressively worse than originally anticipated. however she chose her own fate by signing the lease those months ago, and the girl was fully prepared to get herself out of it. |
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oh my god, they were roommates...
posts: 145
nickname: mor
zodiac: pisces
affinity: fire
child of: artemis
class: mage
district: 4, fishing
house: gryffindor
kingdom: stark
patronus: dragon
planet: coruscant
trainer type: dragon
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Jun 27, 2017 20:55:09 GMT -8
Post by morrie on Jun 27, 2017 20:55:09 GMT -8
[/font][/ul][/ul][/ul] [/span] doubt dominated his facial muscles without needing to say anything to make this clear. his vacillating gaze peered deep into the bowl of his soup, avoiding eye contact with the girl after she blurted out something so sure. jay paired a snide smile with the look as insurance, extra cushioning in case her pale green eyes did catch him in all of his brief contemptuousness. "the only promise i need you to make is that you won't tell levinsky," jay started just after slurping down a second spoonful of the soup. "about any of this." a little known fact about their landlord levinsky was that he had a soft spot for jay. however, soft as far as the grouchy old man went meant a never ending train of elaborate complaints and blunt displays of derision. because levinsky was still holding onto the near-ancient ceiling fan that went out months ago (something jay had nothing to do with), jay wasn't sure how the man would react to deliberate acts of destruction in one of his 'best' rentals. silence was the best option. what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. it's not like the man visited the building often anyways--this was perfectly hidable. jay wasn't nervous about pulling it off at all. stella seemed more nervous than he was, especially in mentioning the hospital of all places. "you're kidding," jay declared, an inquisitive eyebrow raising in a tasteful arch. he could go on and list all of the reasons why the dreaded h-word would be a bad idea, but they were both having a long day. and the way that she continued to fiddle with the first-aide kit like a nurse of some-sort suggested that she knew the reasons too. so why bother? instead he ended the discussion before it could start with a confident "no." he wasn't nervous about the damage--to him, or the apartment. what he was nervous about was what was next for leo and his skeleton club. if this was phase one, what would be phase two? certainly something he couldn't hide. he wasn't eager to find out. in fact, he didn't want to think about it. not at all. that's all there was to it. but then a loud thudding against the door forced him into that mindset. was it the same renegade goons? leo himself? jay's initial reaction was that of a numb sensation that made his stomach feel heavy and the rest of his body feel lighter than air. the second was anger that left his head hot, and his hands ready to do something about it. but in all of his emotion, he sat still. hazel eyes watched the door like he was expecting it to go down. a part of him was relieved when the next thing that happened wasn't the falling for the door, but the voices of police. and then he immediately felt ridiculous for feeling that way in the first place. "fuck." this wasn't the first instance that the police knocked on his door. his usual routine was to exit the building via the window and stay out of the house until dark--but having stella here complicated that plan. but that didn't mean he continued to sit still without action. the first thing he did was leave the couch as quickly as he could. the next was setting aside the almost-finished bowl of soup in the sink where he washed away the blood on his face with hands that moved vigorously--regardless of the pain that came as a reaction. once his face was clean, and his body out of the front door's vicinity, he moved with light steps to snatch a shirt from the nearby laundry basket--deciding that although it was in need of a wash, it was much better than the other bloodied shirt he was wearing moments ago. after he had successfully (to his standard) executed every surface-level thing he could think of, he walked stiffly to join stella's side at the door. "a fucking noise complaint?" jay scoffed, even though it was really quite reasonable. but either way, jay hated a snitch. it was the only thing he had in common with the unlisted. "no one's trying to sleep. the fucking sun's still out." the officers, who had easily dealt with jay before, gave him very little attention aside from wavering looks of irritation that were transformed to their usual looks of professional seriousness towards stella--who they seemed to immediately prefer in this instance--even though that meant hardly anything. "everything okay, ma'am?" said one of the police officers.[/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul]
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time to nut up or shut up
posts: 41
nickname: thor
zodiac: cancer
affiliation: supernatural
affinity: earth
child of: athena
class: sorcerer
district: 1, luxury
house: ravenclaw
kingdom: tyrell
patronus: lioness
planet: coruscant
status: moroi
trainer type: dark
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Jun 27, 2017 20:56:44 GMT -8
Post by thorne on Jun 27, 2017 20:56:44 GMT -8
[attr="class","stella"] the best thing to do in their scenario was to let jay handle the situation─let him talk to the law enforcers and smooth out the ordeal with the candid fabrications that come naturally to the young man. he knew what he was doing, she did not. stella, for one, was accustomed to the rules of deceit, having lived by them on a daily basis back at home. although she never had the misfortune of having an encounter with actual police officers due to the innocuousness of any of the crimes that she's commit. with little experience in the matter, the girl quickly felt the slight sheen of perspiration on her palms and the numb sensation settling along her nerves as she greeted the uniformed men with a polite introduction. before she was able to utter another statement, jay made his appearance at the scene, standing beside her at the ajar door with the usual look of annoyance upon his boyish features. having previously been slouched defectively atop the ruined couch, he was able to pick himself up at an impressive rate as a means of emerging presentable in the presence of the officers.
however he was still a very recognizable character in the neighborhood, from his tattered features to his lean built. he's had multiple run-ins with the law before, and it immediately became apparent from their reaction that he already had an encounter with the blue-cladded gentlemen. after awarding him a couple of fleeting looks of mild disgust, they swiftly turned their attention back to stella, wasting little time in inquiring her about the situation. the girl in question quickly cleared her throat, taking the opportunity to replicate a more embarrassed image. "yes everything is perfectly fine. i'm really sorry about the noise, sirs," she answered respectfully, not skipping a beat.
the two officers exchanged glances a second afterwards, almost as if communicating telepathically, before the second man took his turn. "then you wouldn't mind if we take a look inside, correct?" he spoke sternly, the question hinting in the direction of one desired response. however before the nineteen year old had the opportunity to reply, he had already taken a step forward, the compact muscles in his arm glinting briefly as he lifted a hand onto the chipped surface of the opened door a pushed. clearly taken by surprise, stella nearly tripped over her own feet with her efforts in moving backwards as an attempt at not having half her figure get slammed by the wooden entry-way.
'how rude,' she thought bluntly in light of the discourteous exertion. she assumed that most officers act rather primitive in the rougher divisions of new york, especially the ones assigned to their neighborhood. it was simply a given due to the elevated levels of crime, all with a large range between the basic store robbery to massive shootouts. however the action was enough to cause the blood in her veins to boil, knowing completely that the law enforcers cared very little in giving them the time of day unless it was for apprehending them. taking a couple more steps to the side, she simply watched as the two men stalked into their demolished apartment complex, hands clenched into fists and nails biting into the skin of her palms as she kept herself from uttering a crude remark.
the policemen suddenly paid little mind to the two, their attention captivated entirely by the extensive carnage of the diminutive area. stella carefully observed their callous features, watching as their reactions transformed from indifferent to pure shock to suspicion. they took a handful of quiet moments as a mean of absorbing the magnitude of the situation before finally turning back to the young lady while still unavoidably ignoring jay. "what is the meaning of this, ma'am?" murmured one of the men dubiously. she noticed the way his dull eyes narrowed almost maliciously, as if challenging her fabricate a made-up scenario fitting for the current surroundings.
"well, you see," stella spoke in an earnest manner, having the decency to look thoroughly abashed, as if having been caught in an act of duplicity. "we had this big fight because i thought he was cheating on me, and as you can see, it got kinda out of hand," she explained while gesturing at the ruined display in the kitchen and living room, "and we got a little carried away while making up..." a light pink settled over atop the apple of her cheeks from having to utter the falsified anecdote, further adding to the image that she was trying to portray to the officers. letting out a sheepish laugh, she used one hand to rub a spot on the back of her neck bashfully, adverting her eyes to from the officers in question to jay. the brunette peered at him expectedly, curiosity peeking towards his response while hopeful in the fact that he'll play along. she knew it was a bit of a stretch, but the story was believable enough to give reason for the destroyed complex as well as jay's state of complete disarray. | |
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oh my god, they were roommates...
posts: 145
nickname: mor
zodiac: pisces
affinity: fire
child of: artemis
class: mage
district: 4, fishing
house: gryffindor
kingdom: stark
patronus: dragon
planet: coruscant
trainer type: dragon
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Jun 27, 2017 21:00:48 GMT -8
Post by morrie on Jun 27, 2017 21:00:48 GMT -8
[/font][/ul][/ul][/ul] [/span] mayor dinkins took office only a year ago--but the things he had managed to accomplish had been detrimental to the 'authenticity' of the neighborhood jay grew up in. the 'broken window policing' style the city adopted with dinkins' takeover introduced more police into the area, and jailed handfuls of people jay personally knew. people responsible for petty crimes like trespassing, robberies, vandalism. but the style never worked for the real crime the neighborhood faced, like murder... shootings... the style merely enabled the unlisted to do their thing without penalty. all dinkins' plan did was bring on more scenarios similar to both jay and stella's current one--the invasion of police officers that lacked proper documentation in their home. unfortunately, this wasn't the first time. the nypd loved to make routine visits to this apartment complex in particular. their visits were never welcome--so the fact that someone (especially one of their neighbors) had dialed 9-1-1 to personally invite the men in blue was really quite bizarre to jay. if anything was promised in this area, it was that you'd face an unauthorized search at least once during your stay. knowing this, it many people took precautions to avoid serious run-ins with the law. jay was one of those people. he kept everything the nypd wasn't supposed to know about hidden accordingly. having had an adolescence filled delinquency, he was able to master the art. but that didn't mean he wasn't at least a little bit nervous. especially since he knew very well that he had four pounds of coke somewhere in the bathroom. which was why the unlisted had arrived uninvited, they must've heard about it--meaning jay had not one, but two snitches to worry about. the two week warning suddenly made more sense to him. those assholes thought they could intimidate him? hardly. but now was not the time to react. not with two nosey officers in his living space. jay watched them with a glare. every move they made, every item they flipped over to investigate put him closer and close to the edge. much like his roommate, his hand was folded tightly in a white-knuckled fist. seeing a police officer was enough to get him heated, but seeing two trifling through their things carelessly was leaving him far too frustrated to think clearly. jay knew very well that if he wanted them out, he'd have to orchestrate something to get them through the door--but all he wanted to do was knock both of them out--and clearly this was no good. luckily for him, stella was already putting in the ground work. obviously she was just as upset as he was, but he wondered--for a brief moment--if she would have been as quick to cover his ass if she knew exactly what he was up to. nevertheless, she seemed pretty keen on keeping all of this as domestic as possible (a move that worked in her favor, officers were always extremely uncomfortable with the personal lives of those they saw as criminals. especially the salacious over the heartfelt). if the explanation that fit wasn't enough to drive them away, the discomfort they felt towards anything suggestive definitely would. surely he could find some way to play along, so the black haired man listened closely and with interest. evidently, a proud smile fixed on his lips when stella looked to him for support. jay pushed himself from the counter (in the kitchen, the space he had retired to with a casual lean as soon as the police officers took it upon themselves to perform their search and hopeful seizure), and transitioned his inked arms from behind him to the front in a relaxed fold. the officers finally looked to jay along with stella, both sporting looks of doubt and displeasure--the fact that they were turning to jay for answers prompted a majority of these feelings. it was a childish display. " what can i say? i like it rough." the looks of the men in the room immediately became narrower. " last time i checked, that wasn't illegal." jay's frustrations finally became verbalized. he looked at both of the men with a challenging gaze while they continued to do nothing. they seemed to both be at a loss for words. they certainly weren't about to ask for more details, clearly they didn't want to. surely the only thing keeping them here was the fact that they didn't have anything to bring either of them up on. the duo was practically home free. that was enough to leave a jay beaming with confidence. " now, are you gonna give us a citation? for fucking?" it was the final nail in the coffin. both officers tore their gazes away from jay, their faces riddled with discomfort. the officers ignored the duo once more, backs turned while they discussed their options in hushed whispers. when they came to a conclusion, they turned around once more to face the tenants with matching scowls. "keep it down." the slightly older one warned. jay had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. " your neighbors called once, they'll call again." the two men began to make their way towards the door. seconds stood between the roommates and freedom. jay felt his heart beating in anticipation. and then the younger officer turned, eyes drilling into jay. " we're going to book you, garcia. one of these days. you're up to something. people like her won't be there for you forever." the cop spoke in an unprofessional amount of frustration with a pointed finger in stella's direction--a sharp gesture that felt lethal in all of the officer's emotion. his throat sounded tight, like he was about to cry over this. jay was taken aback by the display, initially surprised by the fact that cops harbored any emotion at all--and then concerned that of all people, the police force was desperate enough to throw him in jail that they'd announce it. jay went through all of these emotions all at once, but eventually concluded with lowered eyebrows, and a challenging stare. " i'll be waiting." his words left the cop even more infuriated, but they eventually left the space with an unceremonious slam of the door. how ironic. his eyes watched the door with nervous caution, just in case the uniformed men weren't finished with their visit. but minutes passed, and after ghost like silence--a cop car along the street could be heard darting away. jay looked to stella, his calm demeanor quickly returning. " want a beer?" the man spoke nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened.[/font][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul]
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time to nut up or shut up
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nickname: thor
zodiac: cancer
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Jun 27, 2017 21:02:32 GMT -8
Post by thorne on Jun 27, 2017 21:02:32 GMT -8
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[attr="class","stella"] stella watched carefully as the police officers continued on their needless search, turning over furniture in their haste. their reckless frustration was now bluntly obvious, as they continued to probe their brains for another possible excuse to continue their investigating. however there was nothing more they could do in the matter. now caught in their restless disillusion, there was nothing more that connected the apartment building to any possible crimes that may require apprehension. not after the alibi improvised by the nineteen year old and conducted perfectly by her roommate, who played along without a moment of hesitation. she stood rigidly, firmly clenching her fists to her side as a mean of distraction. as they slowly made their way back to the door, utterly lost for words at the event that momentarily transpired, the dropout half expected them to turn around, to continue their persistent inquiries in a more forceful and violent manner. cops have always given her the most anxiety. but the door soon slammed shut with an echoing thud, forcing stella from her distracting mind and into a more serene situation.
she was quickly hit with a sudden empty quietness that came from the departure, unknowingly lost with what to do with herself after the harebrained episode. the swiftness of her pulse slowed, leaving her feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders and forcing her spirit to drag ever so slightly. stella sighed, peering over at the calm young man when he spoke to offer her one of their lukewarm beers, only to realize she hadn't moved from her spot alongside the wall. her physique was still incredibly tense, even without her realizing it, and the fact that jay was so nonchalant, so uncaring in the face of immaculate danger was almost enough ignite her wrath in that moment. however the previous expenditures has generated within her an oddly chilling sensation of vacuity, and she knew she had little left to give in terms of emotional response, at least for the next few hours. it was simply not worth the trouble and she needed a break.
instead the girl merely sighed, finally showing every once of tiredness she felt, and nodded. "that would be fantastic," she murmured almost drowsily. there was nothing more she desired than to get completely intoxicated in order to purge her memories of the cursed events that transpired. however she was already well-informed about the fact that they didn't have nearly as much alcohol, not even close to the amount that would be needed to achieve her awaited goals. instead, stella would have to settle for the light buzz the depreciated her skull from a couple of watered-down beers. at least it was better than nothing.
"thanks," she uttered once the translucent brown bottle was placed into her pale palm. with a loose grip on the the cool glass of the beverage, she proceeded to walk over to one of the desolate, destroyed couches and plopped sluggishly into the torn vintage cushions with a graceless drop. watching as the small white, feather-like particles continue to escape from their damaged confinements in heaps due to her actions, the nineteen year old leaned her head back heavily onto the awaiting backboard and lifting the bottle by the neck upwards, her lips pressing tightly against the spiraling opening. after a hearty swig, she swallowed audibly, emptying a quarter of the contents before finally lowering the ale limply to her side. "anymore surprises, you think?" she spoke directly to jay, her eyes remaining closed and her form continually relaxing as she remained. there was no hint of sarcasm nor was she being condescending in the least. it was merely a question, for curiosity sake seeing that they have already had an exceedingly eventful day thus far. |
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oh my god, they were roommates...
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Jun 27, 2017 21:08:43 GMT -8
Post by morrie on Jun 27, 2017 21:08:43 GMT -8
[/i][/font][/ul][/ul][/ul] [/span] after crossing the kitchen, and handing stella a bottle--jay eventually stepped back to lean against the counter. hazel eyes stared forward at nothing in particular while the boy let out an airy chuckle. "i've never been able to answer that question." with that, he lifted the bottle in his hand to take a drink. * * * the rest of the afternoon merged easily into twilight, and eventually solid darkness. in those hours, the duo did what they could to clear the wrecked space of the debris left behind--up until exhaustion caught up with them, sending stella to bed--and jay through another pack of cigarettes. for what felt like the first time since stella had moved in, jay didn't go anywhere for the night. but he didn't sleep, either. he continued to sweep, move furniture, and stare into empty space with a gun at his side when the pain from the day became too much. while he had been quite tired for the duration of the night, it wasn't until about six am when his eyelids became heavy, and his neck became limp. as the sun began to rise, the light that it brought with it progressively began to shine on jay's face. when the yellow light wasn't enough to pull him from his heavy-eyed state, the abrupt loudness of life (likely kids making their way to school) outside forced jay forward with eyes wide open. his eyes scanned the apartment, and he soon repositioned himself to look at the clock behind him. 7:10 am. a bit earlier than jay ever cared to start his day, but tired legs brought him to his feet. a prolonged wince paired with a grunt accompanied him on his way up--bruised ribs were to blame. a late night wasn't enough to get jay to forget the previous day, but he still had a difficult time coming to terms with it. this feeling became prevalent not long after he carried himself down the hall to the bathroom--where he caught his own gaze in the mirror. hours after the event allowed for full bruising to come in, and it wasn't pretty. a bruised nose influenced bruising underneath both of his eyes, and a cut up lip reminded him of the sharp knuckles of the assailant. "jesus christ," was all jay could mutter while he moved in closer to examine the blues and the purples. his tone was defeated, a little shaky. however, he did not give himself the time to get emotional over it. instead, he moved to keep himself busy. in this particular moment, that meant disrobing, and stepping into the shower. jay was never one to take long showers. something about not wanting to waste water, waste money. he was always stepping in, and stepping out in easily three minutes--just enough time to get his hair wet. obviously, things were different today. he pressed his shoulder against the tile, and simply let the steamy water move down him in tiny streams. exhaustion influenced heavy lids once more, but the crease between his eyebrows (riddled with an obscene level of stress) was enough to keep from falling asleep completely. he wasn't thinking much about when he'd push himself away from the tile--so when he did, it didn't feel like time had passed. but little did he know that he had spent over ten minutes in that slouched position, doing nothing but turning a deep shade of pink from the hot water that moved down his back and side. now that he was out of his trance, he moved routinely once more. it didn't take much thought to rinse the suds from his hair, or to turn the cold metal knobs of the shower to stop the water. jay was practically on autopilot when he stepped out of the shower to wrap himself in a towel. he would have stayed that way, too, if it weren't for the clearly loaded gun he had left on the counter. he pulled his eyes away from the dark metal, and bent down to gather his clothes from the floor. jay pulled open the door, and allowed for quickened steps to move straight for stella's closed door--no breaks inbetween. two fast knocks for courtesy's sake, but were immediately tossed out the window when jay refused to wait for any kind of response. it wasn't like he had to, but that was something he discovered once he spotted the still-sleeping nineteen year old. jay's still-damp hand took hold of her shoulder and shook her back and forth. "wake up," jay didn't bother speaking to the girl with a hushed tone, just a stern one. he felt like a parent. "we have things to do." technically, only he had things to do. but after the break in, surely she would understand why he was intent on dragging her along with him. jay moved back to turn on the ceiling light above just before exiting her space. "get dressed, we'll leave in ten." it was advice he should have been taking, considering he was still draped in a towel. after he had finished reciting what felt like 'the ten commandments' to the sleepy girl, jay left the room to continue what he had left to do. the first thing on the list was to dump the clothes he was carrying into the laundry basket, the second was to get dressed (today's outfit consisted of black jeans ripped at the knees, a static gray loose fitting shirt, and a black zip up jacket that he wore for for the hood), and the third required the most movement of all. after shuffling through his room for a good minute, jay eventually emerged from his room with a backpack in hand. with that backpack, he moved to the bathroom in a hurry. once he had made it into the tiled room, he crouched in record time, and began to open up the cabinets below the sink. everything seemed to be quite normal, up to the point where jay pushed aside all of the objects under the sink, and pulled at a handle that belonged to a secret compartment. once the additional door had been properly open, the pounds of drugs he had been worried about yesterday had been revealed. jay counted four one pound bags as he pulled them out to shove them into the once empty backpack. a wave of relief rushed over him in the process, leaving him to kiss one of the bags for no other reason than the fact that he was overcome with a specific kind of joy exclusive to jay--and people like jay. occasionally, that did mean people in the unlisted. jay zipped up the bag, shut the cabinet doors, and stood up to grab the gun he had left on the counter. jay checked to see if the gun was loaded (regardless of the fact that he knew that it was), and slipped it behind him into his pants so that it could be properly hidden. in all of his movement, he found a burst of energy within himself that he used to race back to stella's door where he skipped the knocks, and walked in--uninvited--for the second time this morning "if we leave now we can catch the next train," jay said while he pushed the door open.[/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul][/ul]
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time to nut up or shut up
posts: 41
nickname: thor
zodiac: cancer
affiliation: supernatural
affinity: earth
child of: athena
class: sorcerer
district: 1, luxury
house: ravenclaw
kingdom: tyrell
patronus: lioness
planet: coruscant
status: moroi
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Jun 27, 2017 21:09:05 GMT -8
Post by thorne on Jun 27, 2017 21:09:05 GMT -8
[attr="class","stella"] the day concluded in a rather peculiar vibe that night, neither one of them evoking anything more than a pragmatic sense of false normality. after the ordeal with the two police officers, stella felt neither ready nor motivated to continue the typical bodily routine, and the schedule prior was already thrown abruptly out the window in light of the magnitude of their apartment's devastated appearance and jay's fresh wounds. and despite her previous and somewhat vague knowledge of her roommate's dangerous past, seeing the repercussions with such vigor felt vividly unsettling to the brunette, who was purely a bystander in the grand scheme of things. while having known what exactly she was getting into, she didn't actually know what was going to happen and when, which leaves her slightly mystified as to the rationality of the whole situation. after the dust finally cleared and everything settled down, she was able to really come to terms with the fact that reality suddenly felt too real.
regardless, she was merely able to conjure a single desire: to do nothing more than forget the events through drowning herself in the bottle. alas, it was an impractical aspiration. after a questionable period of silence, which had settled like a mist above the ruined furniture, stella eventually pushed herself up and out of the sunken couch, deciding to make herself useful instead of leaving the workload to her bruised roommate alone. with her mind dazed with the slightest tingle of intoxication, she spent the afternoon pushing furniture and sweeping shattered glass and concrete until her vision swirled within the deserted moonlight that swept through the dirty windows. at some point, she was rushed to bed by a ferociously insistent jay, who practically shoved her into the room after a couple of feeble protests from the girl. she dropped onto the dilapidated mattress with a graceless slump, hardly registering the shattered scene in her room through her drooping eyelids. she fell asleep as her head hit the pillow, utterly omitting all of the typical nightly procedures including changing her clothes.
she woke up the next morning with a visible flinch, her dreamless sleep getting abruptly interrupted by the siren of an intensely familiar voice and a strong vice-like grip wrapped around her shoulders. her eyes flew open, dark pupils dilated above green irises, and instinctive fight-or-flight compulsion kicked in, causing her to thrust in the tight hold. it only lasted momentarily before consciousness surfaced and she finally recognized her surroundings and the blemished torso beside her. "you scared the shit out of me, jay," the nineteen year old gasped, feeling her heart racing through her chest. to think after a day like the one prior, they would be more mindful of their surroundings and actions. but it was still a rather effective way of rousing the drowsy girl. once she was composed enough to sit up on her own, stella nearly shoved him out of her bed, hardly noticing the nakedness of his bare chest and hanging towel. regardless, she didn't question the orders once he was gone, as the reasoning appeared bluntly clear after the events that transpired the day before. however, the directness felt vaguely strange, especially after the long months of the two hardly acknowledging the other's living presence.
despite the set time frame of ten minutes, stella still began the typical routine at a groggily steady pace, practically forcing her legs to transport her into the nearby bathroom and immediately peeling the crinkled clothes from her body in order to get into the shower without skipping a beat. the water was still lukewarm under the rusted faucet and it was soothing, almost enough to lull her back into a misty reverie.
she remained in the shower for a moment longer than expected, as if her body was frozen beneath the comfort of the fluctuating spray. once she was satisfied that her body was cleansed from the grime of the day before, the brunette eased herself out onto the poorly tiled floor, wrapped herself loosely with a nearby towel, and exited the bathroom, leaving wisps of steam and a trail of dripping water droplets speckling the carpet in her wake. having returned to her room, she quickly tossed her old clothes onto her bed while carefully tiptoeing over her fallen bedside table as a mean of reaching her closet. evidently, she cared little for modestly and didn't hesitate to drop her hold on the damp towel once she felt dry in order to use both hands to scramble through her large magnitude of garments for something comfortable. the timing was unfortunate, however, as it always was, because seconds later, she heard the same familiar, slightly irritated voice coming from the other side of the room followed immediately by the loud creak of an opening door.
the sudden situation caused the nineteen year old to pause, her drying hands ceasing in their search atop two wired hangers. however she hardly found a sensation within herself to feigned the smallest hint of astonishment, especially having already found the ease to stand in her birthday suit without the need to feel self-conscious. instead, she merely signed, turning ever so slightly towards him to gaze at the seemingly frozen young man through bluntly green eyes. "enjoying the peep show?" she inquired, sounding almost curiously nonchalant, before returning to her search, "don't worry, i'll be ready in a couple minutes. and knock next time, would you please?"
true to her word, stella dressed swiftly and was ready to go within minutes, having slipped on a pair of joggers, a clean cotton t-shirt, and her favorite adidas sneakers. her naturally straight, shoulder-length hair was still damp and dripping onto her clothes once she finally closed the door to her room. she found jay already waiting beside the front door, bag at hand, and didn't hesitate to follow behind his lead as they exited the apartment and went down the stairs with a slightly rushed pace. as per usual, there was another atypical encounter with the ever-present curtis, who gave off the impression of looking a bit more deranged in appearance than normal─which was saying something. this time he was pandering about some sale at the nearby market, or at least that was what stella could assume as the two hurried past the older man without an interaction. nonetheless, she couldn't help feeling the sense of deja vu. | |
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