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Post by friday siresha flood on Aug 7, 2009 0:49:45 GMT -5
Friday sighed, her brown hair whipping around her face as she leaned her elbows on the edge of the railing and pushed her body forwards. The feeling of air rushing by her body was what woke her up, and soon enough she realized she’d landed - it was on the floor, not on the ground as she’d imagined in her skydiving dream. A slight moan filtered through her laps as she raised a hand to pat down her forehead, and then ran it over her body, hoping in vain she hadn’t partied another night away and ended up in someone’s house, but she already knew the truth. That was precisely what she’d done. Rolling her eyes, she peeked over the edge of the bed and sighed in relief as she realized that at least the boy she’d brought home was pretty… but was that carpet? She didn’t have carpet.. And her room didn’t smell like taco bell.. that was last week before the maids had cleaned it. Wrinkling her nose, she turned around, and oh shit..
That wasn’t her bedspread on the floor. She was in someone else’s house. And she needed to get out. Running a hand over her brown mess to straighten it out at least a little bit, she crawled around the foot of the bed, looking for her shirt at least so she could get out of there without much of a problem. Sighing, she picked up the shirt and tugged it on over her skinny frame, braless for once in her life. Despite her general guidelines-free nature, she didn’t approve of things like that because they made you a whore. While she was careless and immature, Friday wasn’t a whore in any respect. Shifting so she was sitting instead of on her knees, she pulled the tights up over her calves and then standing, she pulled them the rest of the way. Tugging on her boots, she bent over for a minute to make sure they were secured before straightening and blowing the bangs out of her face. She scooped her purse of the chair, surprised it had even landed there, and snuck out, shutting the door to the one room apartment inconspicuously and scurrying out the hall.
Her boots padded against the wooden floorboards despite her attempts to move secretly, and she frowned down at them, half tempted to take them off if not for the disgusting nature of the place. She didn’t know where she was, but the smell of wanton soup was filtering up past the walls and the ceiling seemed to be stained from years of steam abuse.. She must have been in Chinatown. Releasing a relieved sigh, she pushed open the window at the edge of the hallway and pushed her bag through first, hearing it land with a satisfying clang on the fire escape before she pushed herself through. The minute her feet connected with the steel, she was moving again, the whole fire escape shaking as she clambered down it. Jumping off in the deserted alleyway, Fri took a cigarette out of the pack in her bag and lit it, letting it hang between her lips for a minute while she rummaged around for her lighter. Upon finding it, she lit the fag and blew the smoke through her nose, proceeding out onto Lafayette.
Of course, being clumsy, while she was trying to throw all of her shit back into her bag, she dumped the contents of it onto the street by accident and was forced to stoop and pick it up. As she was collecting her scattered items, a pair of shoes showed up in front of her, and the shoes, obviously were connected to a person.. Pausing in her action, she shifted her bleary brown eyes up to the person and offered a warm smile. “Can I help you, mate?” she questioned, her cigarette hanging out of the corner of her mouth and her hands poised above the items on the street.
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notes; she's a nut.. you're in for
a shitton of weird stuff xD
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Post by romeo adieu zurich on Aug 10, 2009 19:20:33 GMT -5
New York City was huge. Honestly. How was he suppose to find this Friday Flood that was the younger sister of his cousin's fiancee to bring her back to Romania? When the plane had landed, he followed the directions to her apartment, or what he was told was her apartment, and didn't find her. According to the doorman, she was out and had been since last night. He ended up wandering around, simply to kill time, and ended up somewhere in a place called Chinatown...
Everything had been really...strange lately. By no means was Romeo really the relationship type. Then again, neither was June and he was going to walk her down the aisle pretty soon. You see, Romeo had been in only one relationship that was actually stable and worth calling a relationship. He met the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with when he was eighteen years old. He had moved back to California and they started dating and were married a year later. It was strange...How he had fallen for her so quickly. Everyone said he was too young, but he didn't care. Sometimes he wished he listened to them, and sometimes he was glad he didn't. But after her-he was skeptical about relationships. She had cheated on him, had gotten pregnant in the affair, and he still stayed with her. A sorry sap who should have left her but didn't have the heart to because, well, he loved her.
Loved her enough to actually cry at her funeral. To mourn for her and mourn for the kid he wanted to raise whether it was his or not.
He opened the fortune cookie he got earlier and started reading the fortune when something hit his foot. He glanced down and saw someone looking up at him, asking if she could help him...mate. Zed said that alot. Apparently it was a British thing. He wore nothing special, just a simple white button up shirt, unbuttoned all the way with a white guinea tee underneath, some loose fitted blue jeans, and some chuck taylors that were a bit old looking. He squatted down and helped her pick up some stuff, handing it to her with a friendly grin on his face.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there..." he chuckled. He had a mixture of that sort of laid back Cali accent with the usual Romanian he spoke to June with. A strange combination, but there nonetheless, "I'm Romeo, by the way," he introduced himself as he helped her with the last of it and then held his hand out to shake her's politely. His grandparents' good morals had all stuck with him since they hammered them into him and June since the beginning of world war one... Old geezers...
The girl before him was pretty, to say the least. Her hair was a little messy, but it seemed to suit her. Her eyes were what caught him most, though. They weren't just brown. They sort of had that spark and twinkle to them that showed she was probably a really fun and down to earth person. It was like she was baring her soul just by gazing up at him...
It was all so weird, considering he was sort of seeing Juliette. Sort of. He liked her, but he didn't know if it was a full crush yet. He had gone on a date with her, but he was still trying to figure himself out before he jumped into him. It didn't help she was eighteen and with a daughter either. Though he loved kids, he definetly wasn't ready to take on the role of dad; especially since he wouldn't be around enough to actually see the kid grow up. That wouldn't be cool. The longest he left to serve was about a year...
He wouldn't want anything serious unless the gal was willing to put up with him constantly being away...And not cheat on him over it.
But that was besides the point. The gal before him seemed eccentric, eclectic, and like someone he would have hung out with back in highschool. But then again, looks could be deceiving.
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Post by friday siresha flood on Aug 11, 2009 1:44:50 GMT -5
As the stranger helped her with her things, Friday grinned at him and nodded her head. “You're not a native, are you?” she questioned, a huge hint of playfulness in her voice, along with the usual accent. Pulling the cigarette out of the corner of her lips, she blew a stream of smoke out and smirked, holding it between her index finger and middle. No, it didn't seem like someone like him would be around here – well built, tanned... helpful. Several times when she'd been lost in the city, she'd attempted to ask someone for help, but for the most part they all just stared at her like she had five heads and turned directly around. It was a pain in the ass, but after she'd figured out how to work the metro card it hadn't been too hard to deal with. After all, even if she was well over loaded, she wasn't above public transportation – she didn't own a car and the Flood driver always wanted to know where she was going. Sometimes, she just wanted to disappear – you couldn't do that with someone else. Rubbing her eye sleepily, she pushed the items into it haphazardly and sighed, the small smile still playing over the edges of her features.
Looking up, Friday appraised him for a moment before he spoke, wondering if he was from California or somewhere similar – they seemed to ship out boys of his appearance by the boatload – blonde, handsome.. but his voice cleared up her suspicions – definitely not American.. but at least she'd been right about one thing, he did seem to be from somewhere else. Taking another quick drag, she stubbed her cigarette out against the cement and stood all the way up, her small stature not shifted at all by the tasseled boots on her feet. “Cause, you know, they don't help a lot in need around here.”
Hair wild, makeup still caked on her face from the night before and nothing but cigarettes for breakfast, she must have been the picture of innocence, and yet for some reason she didn't care.. well, that was Fri for you – she never cared. Whatever, mate. Take it or leave it was her stance on most things, and it was a rare time when she blew up on someone, because she was generally just so laid back... another smirk played over her full lips as he introduced himself, and she took his hand with a dramatized shake. “Found your Juliet yet, mate?” she chuckled briefly at her own joke, rummaging around for a second in her bag before she retrieved her camera. “Name's Friday... and do you mind if I snap your picture so I can show my Juliette that I met a Romeo?” she asked, eyebrow quirked as she considered it for a moment.
He seemed chill enough, but she honestly couldn't be sure what was going on with anyone these days. Things had changed so much since everyone was able to have one meeting spot in all of Bordeaux and just go there whenever they wanted to hang out with someone. Such a small school.. and it was so nice to be able to know everyone, as well, whereas now she was out in the real world – she was alone unless she made friends – which she'd done, don't get her wrong, but it wasn't high school anymore. Until she settled down, high school would be the peak of her life. Friday couldn't exist in a society where you really had to do anything, cause all she was good for was making friends and drinking. A small smile chased over her features as she clicked on the digital camera, waving it as if in an offer. “Come to think of it, I think she knows a Romeo.. she talks about him a lot. ” she pondered, pressing the button again to turn off the camera while she waited for an acceptance of her suggestion or a denial.
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outfit; click.
notes; hahah xD epic.
tagged; romeo
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Post by romeo adieu zurich on Aug 11, 2009 16:10:58 GMT -5
Romeo chuckled. He was already liking this girl. He had gotten that joke so many times, but it didn't seem to bother him much. He was already used to it by now.
He didn't mind taking the picture with her, just nodding and shrugging at the invitation. But when she said her name, his head seemed to sort of cock to the side like a curious or confused puppy, "Friday...Flood?" he asked and then she mentioned Juliette, "Yea....You have to be her..." he chuckled, a sigh of relief coming out of his muscular chest, "Zed and June sent me to get you," he laughed softly. Funny how these things happened...
When she mentioned how Juliette talked about him a lot, deep down he felt uneasy. Again, he did like Juliette, but he was very sure it was superficial right now-just the surface. He still missed his ex wife and had yet to find someone that made him forget her enough to move on and start over. Until then, he just sort of mellowed out.
"I bought you drinks before..." he laughed softly, remembering that night back at the Flood's Manor. But that was probably the only good memory he had there because there had been tension between he and Juliette and then his cousin was raped right under his and her fiancee's...well...everyone's noses. Which didn't help...at all considering he knew June always tried to be strong...but was probably a lot more vulnerable than people thought she was just because she was always a ball of sunshine.
Everything lately was really over the top and like...He just didn't understand all the drama. Ever since June had gotten with that Zed guy, it seemed like drama started following the two of them. They used to have a pretty drama free life. Not stress free; but definitely drama free. Even in high school, people liked them so much that they had little to no drama.
Well, regardless, Rome didn't let it bother him. Why? He was leaving anyways so it wouldn't matter. He was going to go to the border of North and South Korea, deal with the problems there and do what he did for a living before he would come back, hopefully in time to walk June down the aisle, and then just sort of cruise through life. He couldn't wait to be an uncle...Honestly. And he knew that less than a year, June would be popping those babies out by the way those two seemed to go at it...
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Post by friday siresha flood on Aug 12, 2009 2:01:30 GMT -5
“Yeah mate.. small world, isn't it?” she questioned amusedly as he guessed her identity on the first try. It wasn't honestly that surprising – she'd had people do it before and apparently this was the chap would was supposed to bring her back to Romania.. or send her off. She wasn't really sure how it was going ot work, but she did know she wasn't flying out for another couple of days.. so he was either there early or bored out of his mind and doing something in the city. “I didn't think I was flying out for another couple days.. here early cause you wanted to see me?” she questioned, winking playfully at the end and pulling the right corner of her lips up into a smirk. She was just kidding around, really.. slipping her arm around her shoulders, even though it was a high reach, she grinned. “Yeah, I remember you, mate. Lots of vodka.. a good man.” it was all she needed out of life – a couple of good bottles and she'd be happy for the whole day. “Yeah.. might not want to piss me off, mate.” she added with a giggle, her fun-loving nature peeking through even though she'd just woken up not ten minutes ago. Fri was generally a happy person unless something happened to make her behave otherwise... “I'll report you for pushing alcohol onto minors.” she was just kidding of course – if she was going to do that she'd have to admit that she'd been drinking.. and that wasn't on her to-do list, even if everyone knew... even the people at her job had stopped trusting her around the cooking sherry. There had been a time when she'd slept with just as many people as she had fingers and toes.. and she knew them all – they were all good fucks and she was nothing more then a whore...
But lately things had taken a turn towards the slow pace – the only time she got any sex was when she was drunk out of her mind and went home with anything with two legs and a mouth. Pulling the sunglasses out of her bag with one hand, she guided him down the street and around the corner, not afraid to grab a hold of him, even if she'd only known him for all of five seconds.. formally introduced, anyway. “Does Zed think I'm incapable of getting on a plane or something?” she questioned after a minute of silence, the weight between them something she couldn't take – it was always better to talk about nothing then to not speak at all.. as the light shifted on the stoplight, they crossed the street, her arm still placed around his shoulders as she head towards the only place she knew of in Chinatown that had good food and good people, too – Wan's restaurant. She would have stopped in to see Gage like old times, but he wasn't there – he was off doing some modeling shit or whatever, having left her behind just like everyone else she used to be close with, her brother included. The only people who really hadn't were Ame and Lily.. they were constant since she got to Bordeaux and for that she was thankful.
Pulling open the door, she motioned for him to go inside first and followed him in, smiling warmly at the bent and wrinkled little man that she had grown to know so affectionately. “Ni Hao, Wan!” she greeted pleasantly, leaning forward to kiss both of his cheeks and smiling back at Romeo, original intentions to take a picture completely forgotten. “Wan makes the best noodles ever, mate... you should get some soup, yeah? You look hungry..” Friday herself was always eating.. but she'd been to Wan's so many times that he didn't have to order. Watching the old man mutter something in chinese to his son, she smirked and turned around, back still pressed against the counter. “I hope you don't mind, yeah? I was hungry... you were here to get me anyway, from what I hear.” she shrugged, smile gently in place.
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notes; ees okay my sweet <3 hahahah wan.
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