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This is a private RP between ebacusta, Itu, Eevee-chan, and PorcupineCuty based off characters originally created for the RP, A Twisted Fairytale. If you are not one of the aforementioned users, please do not post in this topic. It will be considered spam; repeat offenses are grounds for punishment on the boards.
Setting: The twisted world where twisted fairytales go to die. Happy endings here are hard to come by. This world is the antithesis of fairytale. It appears to be relatively technologically advanced. Plot: Wherever the wind blows us... Currently, Djeviench, Ariel, Jaden, and Victoria are getting to know each other at Djeviench's apartment. RP Theme song: Gotta Be Somebody by Nickelback Characters: ebacusta: Character Name: Ariel Age: 17 Species: Human Background: Ariel has lived in the city of Atlantica all her life, mostly because her father was the mayor. She was known throughout the region as having the most beautiful singing voice and sang often. She was very vain about her voice and full of herself and her abilities. One day, while bragging about her voice in town, she ran into Ursula, who told Ariel she doubted her reputation as having the most beautiful voice in the area. Ariel responded arrogantly, claiming that not only did she have the most beautiful voice in the region, but also, in the world, and that with it, she could make any man fall in love with her. Ursula took her up on the offer and Ariel confidently told her to pick any man out in the square for her to serenade. Unfortunately, the man was a traveler and while her voice mesmerized him, he politely declined to spend any more time with her because he had a deadline to keep and rushed off. Having officially lost the bet, Ariel was forced into servitude and became property of Ursula. Utterly humiliated at the thought of being demoted basically from princess to servant, Ariel tried to hide in the house doing cooking duty. Ursula, however, made sure to give Ariel jobs that required her to go out into the city, and further chose to make matters worse by forcing Ariel into a potato sack and fitting a dog collar around her neck with a magical chain attached that wrapped around Ursula�s wrist and expanded and contracted in length according to Ursula�s wishes. Yanked around and abused, Ariel spent two years as Ursula�s servant before a misplaced prince wandered into town and purchased her. Ariel, like Jaden, is suspicious of love after having been screwed by it during Ursula�s bet. She�s a very prideful person, and the fact that she still has to wear the chain, even though she no longer belongs to Ursula embarrasses her constantly. She hates, or at least tries to hate, Jaden for his holier than thou attitude when he leads her around by the chain, but realizes at the same time that he is actually a kind person and appreciates his determination to find someone who will free her from the chain. The two of them fight with each other all the time, but it�s mostly because that�s how they show their affection for each other. She�s angry and bitter about a lot of things, but also has a desire to help people. Her experience with Ursula has humbled her somewhat, but she�s still judgmental and full of herself. She swims extremely well and is naturally attracted to water and sea life; people used to refer to her jokingly as a fish out of water. Ariel has not sung since losing the bet with Ursula. Appearance: (Picture coming); Ariel has long golden blonde hair and eyes the color of the sea. She is tan from working out in the sun so long and wears an extremely short, raggedly cut dress made from a potato sack. Around her neck is a dog collar that has a chain attached to it which embarrasses her endlessly and continues to harm her pride. On her feet, she wears worn, dark brown maiden slippers. Though she seems like she�s always got dirt on her person somewhere, she�s a beautiful girl. Character Name: Jaden (Prince Charming) Age: 19 Species: Human Background: While Jaden, like his counterparts in other fairytales, is a price, his personality is quite a bit different than most girls had come to expect. He is very handsome and knows it, often using his gorgeous body and secks appeal to manipulate others into doing his bidding. He seems more focused on breaking hearts than finding true love, though this seems to track back to an experience he had with a princess he became enamored with. Having met in the forest, the two quickly became infatuated with each other and were due to be married when she ran into and fell in love with another man. Hurt by the fickleness of her personality, he retreated into himself for a while and then put up this fa�ade to put off others and make pointed statements about the meaninglessness of the words �I love you.� Believing her son was in need of respite after losing one he loved so dearly, his mother sent him out from the kingdom on a soul-searching journey, hoping along the way he�d fine the means within himself to love again and produce an heir for their kingdom. Thus, he has traveled from city to city, village to village, town to town, mostly having his beliefs about the fickleness of one�s heart confirmed and causing trouble. He�s random, sarcastic, and somewhat of an bum bum, but secretly lonely. One day, while traveling through Atlantica, a beautiful city on the ocean, Jaden saw a girl in a dirty dress two sizes too small that looked as if it had been made from a potato sack slaving away at scrubbing the cobblestone street in front of a large house that look as if it were made entirely of pearl. She had a dog collar around her neck with a chain attached to it that traveled up the pavement and into the house. She intrigued him. He was about to talk to her when the chain hanging from her neck jerked to the side suddenly, yanking her to the ground. Clutching at the collar, gasping for breath, the girl remained on the pavement for a moment until a large woman appeared in the doorway. When she saw the girl lying down, she indignantly slapped the girl and dragged her into the house by her hair. Interested, Jaden asked around town and learned that the girl�s name was Ariel and that she was the servant of Ursula, a prosperous woman known for her sharp business tactics and bite-you-in-the-bum bum-later transactions. After watching the girl for a few days and talking to her (their conversation had been full of sharp barbs and intellectual insults), he decided to buy her from Ursula. After paying an absurdly high price for her, he now takes her around with him on his journey, often leading her around by the chain and frequently reminding her who her new owner is when he feels like being a jerk. That said, he is actually trying to find someone who can release her from the magical chain around her neck, so that she can be set free. Appearance: Itu: Character Name: Lorelei Embresst (Aurora, Sleeping Beauty) Age: 26 Species: Vampire Halfbreed Background: Hardly princess material, she's an insomniac workaholic with no greater love than the bottle and several very good drugs. She hates sleeping and lives a vicious and merciless night life, choosing darkness over light any day. In addition, she is often repulsed by men in general, and has a tendency to use and abuse women without a care for their feelings. She enjoys isolation and the facelessness of the crowds. Thankfully she works in an extravagant bar home to more underground business than it is to actual bar patrons. But that doesn't matter to her. She deals drugs and illegal weapons just as swiftly as she'd blink an eye. Getting caught doesn't concern her either. It just means a chance to catch up with some old pals that got screwed over before she did. Obviously, she doesn't really give a rip about the important things in life. Survival is key, though if it involves sleeping she'd really rather just give up on it. Appearance: Character Name: Djeviench Valentine (Playing Card, Alice in Wonderland) Age: 19 Species: Shapeshifter Background: He's a damn fine looking guy who loves wearing his sister's clothing and has a serious addiction to gambling. He's a wiz at poker and any card game you throw at him, and ironically enough, he works in law enforcement, though you'd never know it from taking a look at him. As a matter of fact, you'd probably think he was a woman from his soft, feminine features, and that's exactly what he wants everyone to think. Not that he's homosexual. He's actually straight as a hundred and eighty degree angle, but hey. The fellas ain't as quick to rough you up if they think they're being bested by a woman. And mind you, he's not the flop most think he is. He's actually quite capable of handling himself. How else would he have gotten his badge and gun? Appearance: Eevee-chan: Character Name: Victoria (Toto) Age: Twelve. Species: Half German Shepard, Half Human. Background: The "Toto" in that movie that everyone's seen isn't like the real one. Victoria was actually a German Shepard. Really, she was loyal to Dorothy and loved her greatly. But Dorothy only wanted a puppy, and never a big dog. So the girl abused Victoria, and the dog had no other choice but to run away from the small house in Kansas. When Victoria was old enough to shift into a human, the now rebel girl wanders around, trying to find a loving person, someone that she thought she was with. Victoria can't help but have a hard time knowing who to trust, though, thinking that everyone would only abuse her more. Appearance: PorcupineCuty: Character Name: Belle (Beauty and the Beast) Age: 16 Species: Human Background: Belle is a happy-go-lucky type of girl. She grew up in a small town where books were loved and the arts flourished. However, Belle was never the book-reading type. She always fell asleep during class and couldn�t focus on a single word let alone a whole book. She was always shunned by her fellow villagers for her quirky attitude. Lacking in intelligence, she always found herself in bizarre predicaments. It was at the age of fifteen when a wealthy and powerful man named Gaston came to her village seeking a bride. He held auditions to see which girl would �please� him more. Whilst searching for a watermelon stand, Belle accidentally stumbled upon one of these �auditions.� Gaston immediately deemed the girl a clueless idiot, menace to the peaceful society and ordered his men to execute her. Running for dear life, she managed to escape her town of self-absorbed maggots, and has now been wandering from town-to-town from more than a year looking for a place where she will be welcomed for being herself. But, considering she�s a klutz that has been quite the difficult task for the cheerful teenager. Appearance: Belle Character Name: Kurtadamus Vilkolakis (Mulan) Age: 23 Species: Lycanthrope Background: Being trained to wield a sword since the age of four and being strictly disciplined, Kurtadamus grew up to be a very cruel, self-centered, all-humans-are-below-me, type of man. He became bored with his simple lifestyle of going on hunts for his village and not receiving any excitement from the mere battles he took part in. He longed for something more. Something to take away his boredom so he wouldn�t have to make excuses to not attend whenever there�s another hunt. To satisfy his thirst for battle, he became a bodyguard at the age of 17. Not because he cared about people, not because he wanted to rid the world of sick people, not even to spread the word about him being a talented swordsman, but just because he wanted to prove that he was a skillful warrior to himself and make money at the same time. He now travels around, looking for various bodyguard jobs for a living and seeks nothing more than pure joy from the strife he will cause for other people. And who�s to say? He may find more excitement than he can even dream of. Appearance: Kurtadamus Lycanthrope This post has been edited by ebacusta on 2009-07-19, 10:06 PM -------------------
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Posted: 2009-02-12, 09:43 PM
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Lorelei - Aurora, Sleeping Beauty Seriously, pruning and primping herself in preparation for a vicious night of relief work was not how Lorelei had imagined herself spending this evening. As a matter of fact, working the late shift in the God-forsaken bar was exactly what was going to get her screwed over in a matter of… She turned her head away from the glass of vicious vodka she had just dumped and washed, was now drying with a soiled, seemingly filthy rag, and looked for the clock. It was just a quarter to two in the morning, and in exactly five minutes, she was going to miss her drop off. A snarl escaped her lips and she shoved away the dubiously clean glass and throw down the rag upon the counter, pushing her way gracelessly past a coworker that gazed after her with irritation and mingled amusement. “Ditching me again, Lore? You know Vik ain’t gonna be happy about this,” the guy called out after her. But she didn’t so much as glance his way, barreling through the singing, brawling crowds without care nor concern for the patrons she served on a daily basis. If she didn’t make that drop, she was going to be in a hell lot of more trouble than she’d be with a man who employed her mainly because she gave him no choice in the matter. Grabbing her short brown leather jacket, she shoved her arms through the sleeves, angrily brushing aside her locks of white hair and thrust her hands deep into her pockets, feeling in one a small bag, and in the other what seemed to be—and in fact was—a crumpled up piece of ratty paper. She brushed off immediately the cold of the night, hardly feeling it anyway, and headed for yet another busy, darker district in town, keeping to the shadows and avoiding the mess of the crowds. Witnesses always caused problems, and she had enough of them as it was. -------------------
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Posted: 2009-02-12, 09:45 PM
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Ariel and Jaden Ariel groaned as she shuffled along the road next to Jaden, wrapping her arms around her bare arms. She shivered involuntarily. “You cold?” Jaden asked, suddenly, breaking the silence. Ariel bit her lip, indignantly, preparing to fight with the blond, but the ache in her body reminded her she did not have the energy. “Yes,” she grumbled. “Why don’t we stop for the evening then?” he suggested. “We’ll build a fire, get some rest, keep going in the morning. We’re probably getting close to a town now.” When all he received in response was a shrug, he nodded. “I hear water. We’ll set up camp there, hmm?” And so they walked the five minutes to the creek, gathering a bit of firewood along the way. The stream bubbled happily, moonlight reflecting off its dark surface. Ariel plopped down on a log and watched Jaden work, occasionally rubbing her arms to keep herself warm. Quietly, she pulled her legs into her chest, wrapping her arms around them, resting her chin on her knees. Jaden quietly arranged the logs in his makeshift pit and began striking two rocks together, trying to get a spark. “You’re a prince,” Ariel murmured, watching him. “Why can’t you afford matches?” “Shut up,” Jaden replied, without looking up. They fell back into silence for a moment. “What are you thinking about?” he asked suddenly. She glared at him a moment, upset about his terse reply to her earlier, but then returned her chin to her knees. “My father. I miss him. I didn’t get to see him before we left and Ursula never let me talk to him when I was with her. I just…want…” “We’ll go back,” he interrupted her as the spark finally caught and the wood went up in flames. “To see your father. If that’s what you want.” “You don’t want to go see your parents?” Ariel asked, curiously. She tore her eyes away from the bright dancing flame and looked at Jaden, who was staring into the fire himself. “They’re the reason I’m on this journey. So I can 'rediscover' myself. Mom thinks I got confused after she left. When I go back, she’ll expect me to be ready to marry.” He turned away from the flame and stood as he continued. “I’m never going to marry,” he added, matter-of-factly. “You look cold. Do you want this?” He reached for the wrap around his waist and made to untie it. Ariel grimaced. “Ew, I don’t want that. That’s been near your no-no square. I’d rather freeze.” “You’re an ungrateful little brat sometimes, you know that?” Jaden growled, stripping off his shirt and dropping it around her shoulder. She made as if she was going to remove it, but then thought the better of it and pulled it tighter around her body. She yawned and stretched as she slipped off the log onto the ground, clearly away enough debris for her and Jaden to sleep. She laid down, curling into the fetal position, covering herself with his thin shirt. “This thing is useless, by the way,” she grumbled. “It’s too thin.” “Then give it back. You didn’t have to take it,” Jaden replied offhandedly, his lithe, muscular body glowing in the firelight. “I don’t even know why I offered. You’re so selfish anyway.” “Shut up,” Ariel replied, pulling it tighter around her. She drifted off within a minute. Jaden sighed and watched her a moment, before staring at the sky. That stupid girl had made him all sentimental, thinking about his mother and father. He missed them from time to time, but he didn’t want to go back there as long as they were going to force him into a relationship as fickle as the weather. He couldn’t be with them as long as they wanted to hurt him like that. Sighing, he shuffled down to the creek and splashed some water on his face, hoping to clear his mind of the bothersome thoughts. When he returned, he could see her small frame shaking in the cold. Of course it wasn’t fair to her to be stuck out in the elements like this. But they weren’t in town. He couldn’t provide a warm bed for her. Instead, he untied his wrap and removed it, so he stood only in his undergarment and laid down beside her, laying over both of them, and then curled his body around her own. “Good night, Ariel,” he sighed. “Sweet dreams.” -------------------
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Posted: 2009-02-12, 09:47 PM
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Lorelei - Aurora, Sleeping Beauty In the still of the waning night, the sound of a body being tossed heavily to the ground seemed almost eerie, little to no moonlight to illuminate the darkling squabble that had broken out where naught should even lie in wakefulness. Before the heavy-set, burly figure of a man could properly raise himself up, however, a pair of long-fingered hands gripped him by the back of his neck and the seat of his pants, jerking him up from the ground and crushing him into the cold face of the building who cast them into darker shadow. Just as a fist was expertly shot into the back of the ruffian’s neck, causing his grunts and moans to heighten into a cry of agony, lips were brusquely pressed to his ear, vicious fangs bared in nothing short of brutal intent. “You are going to bring me that kill, and it doesn’t matter what your so-called Reaper wants. If the bastard has the gall to stand me up, then he obviously feels you are expendable,” snarled a starkly feminine voice, cracking the head of the man clearly stronger than her into the wall once again to emphasize her point. “Alright! Alright, I’ll—,” the offender cried, sweat pouring down his face, mingling with blood already long drawn, his complexion frighteningly pale for someone with his ruddy features. But the snow-maned woman would have nothing of it and soon the added pressure onto his head, skin rupturing against the abrasive wall made the man scream yet again, the female now shouting, making her fury known. “Who is your source! Where is he!” Another vicious crack against the wall, breaking the man faster than his spirit and careless the consequences. “Give me a name! Give me a location!” she snarled, falling onto her back with him facing heavenwards, one leg braced beneath his thigh as she brought the other down onto the back of his knee, effectively breaking one of the man’s legs with a sharp, sickening Crack! Then it was a knee in the back and she ground his already torn face into the concrete, until at last the informant could not handle it any longer and broke as swiftly as his body. “It’s Ferdock! Martin Ferdock, also known as ‘Mercury’! He uses the Ves Cambringe to the north of here!” he wailed, unable to heed the triumphant and similarly dark light that glanced over the woman’s eyes. All this time… it had been Ferdock, that high and mighty piece of garbage, in his fancy suits and his faux act about being the victim to such ‘grotesque practices that had taken the life’ of his beloved son. Ignoring the pleas for mercy from the pitiful man still held in a position of great agony beneath her, she got up and thrust him onto his side, reaching under his jacket for the handgun concealed there that he’d never gotten the opportunity to use and likewise the shred of paper she knew him to carry in his back pocket. Then she kicked the man away and disappeared into the shadows as swiftly as she’d come. “Ungrateful liar,” Lorelei scowled and stuffed the paper away into her pocket, the gun she easily emptied and shoved the rounds away into the other with the bag still crumpled in there, the gun tucked away into her pants at her rear. With a quick glance at the lightening sky, she ditched the idea of returning to the bar and headed home, to her apartment on some nameless street where no one went anyway. -------------------
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Posted: 2009-02-12, 09:50 PM
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Ariel and Jaden Ariel woke with a start, her eyes shooting opening and then slamming shut. The sun was blinding. She groaned and rubbed her eye with the back of her hand. Jaden was still curled around her as he typically did to keep her warm. She appreciated it, but she always (secretly) worried that he might get sick sleeping in the desert with next to nothing on. But thus far, he never had. Sighing, she pushed his arm off her and slipped from his grasp, staggering to her feet. She knelt to stare at him. He was quite handsome, yet irritatingly full-of-himself and rude. At least when he was sleeping, she didn't want to punch him in the face. He was peaceful and quiet then. She watched his chest rise and fall, trying to decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing that he was still alive. His lips parted and a soft rush of air exited through them. She smiled at him. Almost like a sleeping bab-- "Please don't ravage me while I'm sleeping, Ariel. I'm too beautiful for such beastly behavior," he sighed. Ariel froze, her nostrils flaring as she glared down at him. Definitely a bad thing. Her chain rattled as she stood straight up and kicked him swiftly in the stomach before turning on her heel and stomping towards the creek. "Owww!" he exclaimed, curling into himself. He groaned in pain. "That hurt, you unattractive manpig!" "Hmph!" she exclaimed, tossing her head before she stomped out of sight. Strolling several more yards downstream, she pulled off her "dress" and slipped out of her slippers, stepping into the cool, refreshing water. Oh~ It felt like Heaven. Now if only that good-for-nothing donkey, Jaden, wasn't around. She sank completely into the water, spinning around in it, splashing the fishes that swam towards and circled her eagerly. She felt at home here. It reminded her of the ocean by Atlantica that she used to sneak swims in whenever she could. She scrubbed herself as best she could and then laid on her back, floating while she stared at the sky. It was so beautiful. Entrancing. She stayed there a while, staring at the sun, feeling the fish kisses on her legs and arms, entertaining thoughts of throttling Jaden in his sleep. And finally, decided it was time to go back to their makeshift camp again and prepare to head into town. Sinking into the water, she brought her foot down to stand up and screamed as something sharp slashed across the side of her lower leg and ankle. She retracted her foot and was mortified to see puffs of red mingling with the clear water around the jagged rock that had injured her in the first place. Gasping, she swam to the side and pulled herself out, yanking on her clothes as best as she could. She limped back to camp, blood pouring down her leg, pain shooting up it with every step. Tears threatened to fall, but she refused to let them. Jaden was dumping sand on the fire as she approached, his back to her. "Jaden," she gasped in a hoarse whisper. "Jaden, I think... I think we should hurry to town." She gritted her teeth through the pain. "What is it now, you stup--What the hell did you do, you idiot?!" he exclaimed, cutting himself off. Her face was pale as she just shook her head, finally whispering, "Rock." "Expletive!" he exclaimed, censoring himself, taking his shirt off and racing towards the creek. "Dork," Ariel responded, rolling her eyes. Jaden stopped and glared at her. "You know, you really know how to make someone not want to help you." Regardless, he dipped the shirt in the water and came back wrapping it securely around her ankle. The red stained the shirt, but the cool water eased the pain. Without wasting another second, Jaden hoisted her onto his back and began the trek to the city. He walked briskly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, each step bouncing her leg painfully. ~ When they finally reached the city, Ariel looked like she was about to pass out. Her complexion was pale, her expression watery. She looked like she was about to be physically ill. The blood had long since seeped through his shirt and was running down her leg, occasionally dripping on the ground. "Hey, don't close your eyes," Jaden said, nudging her with his elbow. "I'm not," she said irritatedly. "Your transportation method just made my foot a thousand times worse though. Thanks for that." "Shut up. I should have just left you there." "What?" she asked, growling. "It's your own damn fault. It's not like a rock is hard to see," he replied, frowning. He could see the hospital with a host of activity in front of it. A merchant surrounded by a crowd of eager buyers including a wolf girl (what?). Standing not too far away was a catboy (What?), his shoulder and arm encased in a cast, wearing nothing but a hospital gown. Come to think of it, hadn't they passed another catboy on their way here with a dark haired man? (WHAT?) And they said this town was supposed to be normal. He scoffed. "I wasn't looking at the water, I was looking at the sky!" she answered. "You would have done the same thing in my position." "No. Unlike you, I look where I'm about to put my big Yeti-monster-sized feet," he snorted, rounding the merchants cart and beelining for the door. Perhaps they could sell him a new shirt since his was basically ruined and he didn't want to walk around bare-chested all the time--though, on second thought, he was sure the girls wouldn't mind. He could already see several adoring stares from females out and about. "I DO NOT HAVE BIG FEET!" Ariel exclaimed, blowing herself up, indignantly. She glared down at him as they stepped under the hospital's covered entrance way and without warning, she raised her hand and punched him in the back of the head. "Ow! Damnit!" he exclaimed, his hand automatically flying up the the lump forming on his skull. Because Ariel had not been holding on when Jaden let her go, she dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes (she even had the dress for it) and screamed in pain as she landed on her foot, tears springing to her eyes involuntarily. "Oh hell," Jaden whispered rushing back over, wincing. "Damn, okay, I'll go get a nurse. Don't cry. You look ug--nevermind." Standing up, he raced inside, still wincing from being clobbered and tossing around trying to find a nurse to abscond who could help his traveling companion. -------------------
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Posted: 2009-02-12, 09:52 PM
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Wes knew that Adi would be worried when he mentioned Seyton and, though he was reluctant to admit it, he knew that they might not stay together forever like he wanted. He let him go, turning away and approaching the woman that was bleeding, kneeling down by her. "Miss, are you alright? Would you like some help?" he asked her, but didn't really wait for an answer. "Your foot is bleeding. Let's get you to the hospital over there." He carefully pulled her arm over his shoulder and stood up, helping her across the way and into the hospital, noting that Seyton was walking quickly away from Adi. I think he hates me, he mused, ears falling. Ariel and Jaden Ariel looked up through her bangs and was greeted with an odd sight. A boy with purple hair and cat ears, dressed in head to toe in pink and purple stripes with a similarly patterned cat tail swishing from his backside. The tears rest in her eyes, forgotten about as she stared at the odd yet attractive boy. "Miss, are you all right?" he asked. "Would you like some help?" "No, I'm all--Jaden just--" But the boy didn't really wait for an answer. "Your foot is bleeding," the boy continued. "Let's get you to the hospital over there." He draped her arm around his shoulder and stood, pulling her up along with him, before carefully helping her limp into the hospital. Her pride limped along behind her, beaten and battered. "Thank you," she said once they were inside. She leaned against the nurse's station, so as not to seem like she was relying on the boy too much, especially since he seemed to have his own troubles. She was, after all, an independent woman. 'Which is exactly why you let Jaden carry you all the way here,' a nasty voice in the back of her head whispered. She frowned and pushed her lower lip out slightly. She almost "hmph"ed again in her irritation, but didn't, instead choosing to twirl her chain around her finger. Jaden jogged around the corner, tugging a nurse by the elbow talking rapidly before pointing at the blond girl. The nurse appeared to be more interested in his muscled torso than what he was saying, but tore her eyes away from his naked upper body long enough to glance at Ariel's foot and reel back from the bloody sight. Quickly, she motioned for a wheelchair and pushed Ariel back into it. "We'll get you patched up right away, sweetie." She flashed a smile at Jaden as she pushed Ariel down the hall. "I can walk you know," Ariel grumbled, aggravated. "Kinda." The nurse wasn't listening however. Jaden watched her go and turned to Wes, glancing him over. "You helped her inside?" He paused to allow for response and then nodded his head. "Thanks. I appreciate it. She wasn't rude to you or anything was she?" -------------------
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Djeviench, Card from Alice in Wonderland A giggle fluttered through the air, attached to the slim, feminine body of a dark haired beauty who just happened to have been listening in on a passing couple, one a handsome blonde who clearly had the features for a natural beauty, and the other a girl obviously injured in more than just her grotesquely cut foot. Although the femme had been left outside originally, soon she was whisked away by some Good Samaritan come and gone to take her into the hospital into which her escort had left her. It was that exact thing that piqued the dark haired girl’s interest, a devious and deceptively lighthearted smile slipping over her lips. Gazing around herself for a way to gain entry into the hospital without seeming too conspicuous, the dark-eyed girl spotted a male casually walking towards her, bobbing his head with earphones blasting. Upon noticing the tall and lanky femme staring intently at him, lips quirked in a purported, sly smile, he hesitated in his stride and drew nearer her. She laughed and the voice, although deeper than expected, was slick and arousing in its ambiguous quality. She stepped up close to him, dark eyes gleaming in olive-tinted complexion, leaning in to his ear as though to whisper something. He smiled and tugged his earphone out to listen to what she had to say and found himself grinning as she laughed airily. “Play along.” Suddenly the guy doubled over as a wrenching force hit him in the gut, completely winding him and falling into the arms of the awaiting female who didn’t waste a moment in dragging him through the doors of the hospital. “Brucey here needs some attention right away, Nurse! He’s got a rather bad stomach ache and thinks it might be food poisoning.” As one the quaintly adorned women rushed to type in his information, another disappeared around a corner to get “Brucey” a wheelchair. While they were both busy, the mysterious girl deposited the unconscious guy into a chair and slipped away after the blondes she had seen disappearing around a corner. Finding the open doorway and the rather loud occupant within, the girl dressed in dark clothing, an olive-green hoodie unzipped and stringy dark hair hanging around and in her face smirked at the sight of the injured girl obviously fighting the nurses only trying to help her. Her blonde male escort was busy with another guy that soon fled, and so without asking or bothering to introduce herself, the girl strode into the room past the male and nurses, squeezing between them with surprising ease and pushing the fighting patient against the wall, flashing a coy smile at her before sweeping her off her feet—literally—and holding her securely in her arms. “Now what’s a lovely girl like you doing trying to injure the people who are supposed to help you?” The dark-haired girl had tilted her head, leaning in close to that of the patient, eyes half-lidded in as coy an expression as her cunning lips, parted slightly to reveal a slick smile. “If I were you, I’d sit tight and enjoy being manhandled by such adorable assistants.” -------------------
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Wes smiled at the girl as she thanked him for helping her inside and shook his head at her, saying, "Not at all. It's dangerous around here and I wouldn't want any hungry creatures coming around because they smell blood; I had the chance to help you, so I did." He looked up as he saw a young man dragging a nurse along, chattering quickly to her, and stopped when he saw them. He tilted his head as the nurse took the girl away and the boy turned to him, asking a question to which he nodded, then thanking him. "It was nothing. She was hurt and needed help," he said, smiling again. "She was quiet most of the time and she thanked me." He would have gone on, but Adi came in - he knew because he could smell incense and sand - and his lover took his hand, wanting to get back to Belle. "Okay," he said softly, then looked at the young man next to him. "I hope she's alright." With that, he walked with the foreigner through the doors of the hospital... Jaden Jaden watched as the boy he'd been talking to swept from the hospital with another man, without a word of goodbye. "Hmm, so people are just as rude here as they were in Atlantica. Shame, considering this is such a small town," Jaden mused. He watched with mild interest as a girl with wavy, dark hair dragged a man, clutching his stomach while groaning in pain into the lobby and dumped him on a chair, calling to a nurse for help and continuing further into the hospital's inner sanctum. This was not enough to keep attention for long, however, so he turned on his heel and headed back aside to assess the crowd around the merchant's cart. This was the perfect time to shop for a new shirt. Instead, however, he was greeted with a different sight. A man shoving his way through the gathering, carrying a rather large box in his arms, while the catboy he'd seen earlier with his shoulder in a cast stalked him from behind. Clearly the man was up to know good. Jaden had seen expressions like the one on that man's face before, usually when certain men caught sight of the chain hanging from Ariel's neck. And, of course, Jaden had had to beat up more than his fair share of lecherous, licentious men who'd tried to grossly overstep their bounds. He glanced over his shoulder at the hospital. Knowing Ariel, she'd probably be there for a while. She could never just let people do their jobs without causing a disruption. Plus, it wasn't like he had anything better to do. Sitting around in the lobby waiting for Ariel to finish kicking and screaming did not sound appealing. The werewolf split from its traveling companion and headed toward the hospital, while the other girl raced after the catboy. It had been a while since Jaden had been able to pull Sir Tristan (his rapier) from its sheath. He could use the practice. Thus, he gallantly set out after the pair, hurrying to catch up from them. Though he didn't look it at first glance, Jaden was quite adept at sneaking around silently. He did it quite often after bumming things from people and causing trouble. "I hope you don't mind my intrusion," he whispered as the caught up with them. "But I'm not sure what you plan to do to that man with your arm in that condition." They followed the man to a house near the edge of town. Jaden already knew what he was going to do. He'd poke the man around a bit with Tristan until he released the girl and then he'd humiliate him in front of the whole town with something childish. An atomic wedgie, perhaps, or tying him up in his underwear and leaving him in the middle of town square. The options were endless. But, since he wasn't alone, he figured he'd at least stick around and hear what the others wanted to do. Ariel Just as Jaden had predicted, Ariel was fighting. These nurses insisted that she needed a shot to prevent bacterial infections, and Ariel had no intention of letting anyone stick a long, sharp needle anywhere on her person. She didn't fear bacterial infections. And then they wanted to give her one to numb pain. She didn't fear pain either. "Miss, please!" the nurse cried as she tried to pin the thrashing blond down. "This is merely a precautionary measure. You did say you cut your leg on a rock in a river after all. I shouldn't need to remind you that all kinds of harmful bacteria could have been located on the rock or in the water." Ariel hissed. "I don't need a damn shot. Just bandage my ankle and I'll be on my way." She rolled off the bed and ducked as one nurse tried to lunge for her and trap her arms to her side. The pain that shot up her leg as she stormed around the room avoiding nurses was unimaginable, but she ignored it. The door opened behind her and several more nurses entered the room. They'd called for back up. Quickly and efficiently, these newly arrived nurses surrounded her and circled her cautiously. Obviously, these personnel had been trained to deal with irate patients. Ah well, it mattered not. They would not win. They all jumped for her at the same time, grabbing various body parts to prevent her from swinging them. But Ariel struggled. "I don't need your medicine!" she cried, grunting and screaming. She bucked and jerked her limbs towards her, growling at the nurse's and biting them as soon as they were within her range. She and the nurses became so distracted with this mini-war they'd become embroiled in, that no one noticed the door open and close again as a dark-haired girl entered the room and slipped through to the front where Ariel swinging fists and claws. The girl didn't waste a beat, but advanced at Ariel, sidestepping Ariel's flailing limbs and sidling right up against the blond, pushing her back against the wall with her body. Ariel's chest heaved as she gasped for air and hissed at the intruder, bucking against the unknown girl with every ounce of strength she had left, trying to free any of the limbs the girl had so expertly pinned out of use. Before Ariel had a chance to consider biting the girl, the dark haired beauty flashed a coy grin and suddenly swept Ariel off her feet, catching her off guard, causing her to cry out in surprise. The girl held her solidly as she spoke, "Now what’s a lovely girl like you doing trying to injure the people who are supposed to help you?" The girl leaned in uncomfortably close and stared at the injured girl through half-lidded--almost sultry looking eyes before smirking mischievously. "If I were you, I'd sit tight and enjoy being manhandled by such adorable assistants." Ariel flushed with embarrassment and frowned, the corners of her mouth turning down. She felt that something was being implied. Something she didn't like. Furthermore, who did this girl think she was, storming in here and accosting her like she had? If the girl thought she could get away with such blatant harassment, she was sorely mistaken. Without warning, Ariel suddenly realized her limbs were no longed pinned and struck the intruder across the face. People got what they deserved and Ariel did not discriminate based on age, race, or gender when it came to her impeccable (to her at least) sense of judgment. "I don't know who you are, but unhand me this instant!" Ariel demanded, her face still hot with embarrassment. -------------------
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Posted: 2009-02-13, 06:30 AM
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Djeviench, Card from Alice in Wonderland The slap had resounded quite loudly throughout the suddenly stilled room. It seemed the moment the nurses had noted the intruder, their protests upon this unwanted interference were just as swiftly stifled by the clear expertise with which the dark-haired femme handled their mistrustful and vociferous patient. So they stood back, and cautiously eyed the way the adept impostor pinned and soon lifted their patient off her feet, of which they’d eyed the injured foot with bated breaths and mounting frustration, knowing the girl was only going to make matters worse with her actions. None them, however, were hardly surprised when the feisty girl lashed out verbally and followed up her demands with a sharp report from the way she had struck the new girl. What did surprise them, was that the dark-haired mystery girl didn’t seem phased by either of those things in the least. In fact, the ebon-haired girl laughed. It was not the sound of animosity or embarrassment either, but rather notes of purest delight, bubbling up and fading away into a chuckle of amusement. Dark eyes still slid back to the patient’s face, and the grin on her lips did not recede. “Now that,” came the supple tones of the androgynous voice, “was probably called for.” For a moment, eyes glistened and then the stronger-than-she-looked imposter hefted the patient in her arms to gain a more comfortable grip on her before twisting away from the wall and walking purposely towards the bed she had clearly evaded. “But you’re still not getting out of this yet!” The words were sure and almost triumphant, and the dark haired femme smiled as though there was nothing at all wrong with what she was doing—what she next did even! For it was in that moment that she deposited Ariel upon the bed, rolling her swiftly onto her stomach, and then proceeded to casually hop up and sit atop her back. Immediately the nurses, seeing an opening in this now most welcome intruder, sprang forward and pinned the rest of Ariel’s limbs, though the strange ebon-haired girl did wave off the pinning of the patient’s arms. Sitting there atop her, she closed her eyes and smiled down upon the struggling and impromptu fighter, the deviousness yet to leave the crinkle in her eyes though the rest of her countenance appeared for all the world to be quite benevolent. “You got your wish, little princess,” came the words, and eyes opened suddenly, though still appearing quite coy in their otherwise profound gaze. “I have unhanded you right over to the people who you should have listened to in the first place. Now we’ll get things taken care of, and then I’ll buy you a better necklace.” It was only then that the chain around Ariel’s neck was noticeably entwined in a hand’s long fingers, thumb running over the links slowly and thoughtfully, even though this girl didn’t seem to be thoughtful at all! In fact, she seemed to do things quite impulsively. “As for my name, I do apologize, but since I’m holding you hostage, how about you fess up first and then I’ll tell you mine so you can press charges, mm?” Even when she was joking, the strange foreign girl seemed to mean what she said, for she held back on her name indeed, and the bemused and lighthearted veil didn’t seem to be all that see-through and faux as it might have first appeared. The girl then, was actually genuine in her intents and queries. That at least was a shocker for some. -------------------
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Posted: 2009-02-13, 06:33 AM
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...Upon that getting off his mind, a man startled him by appearing right beside them, seeming to coach him that he shouldn't be stalking with a broken arm. Seyton growled in his throat and looked over to him, finding him to be surprisingly good looking with his blonde hair and lean body. Seyton simply glared at him and flattened his ears, but realized he was trying to be kind and friendly. "Seyton," he introduced himself to the new comer. "Following for because he has a girl." He knew the guy might not get his broken words, but he figured he was smart and could figure Seyton out. "My free arm it has still enough for damage, heh," he smirked.... Jaden Jaden didn't mind that Seyton didn't seem to want him there. After all, Jaden had stopped seeking the approval of others years ago, but he was gratified to know that despite the boy's injuries, he had no intention of sitting by the wayside and giving up on adventure. "Jaden," he replied to Seyton's introduction and watched the boy try to sneak in behind the man and have the door slammed in his face. Seyton snuck around the side and peered in the window. Jaden turned and smiled at the girl who'd accompanied them there. "Excuse me, miss," he said, politely. He headed towards the door, just as Seyton raced back around to the front and kicked the door open, demanding the old fool release the girl. He strolled into the yard and up the stairs, studying the door frame (the lock had been completely ripped out) with interest. This boy was much stronger than Jaden had given him credit for. Seyton seemed primed for attack as Jaden let himself in. He took in the scene. The man, gesturing to an appallingly short maid uniform, the girl, tossed on the couch, and the box, discarded haphazardly beside her. The girl was pretty, blond and thin. She'd clearly been abused in the past. She reminded him of Ariel, which made the whole incident even more inappropriate. Jaden's eyes narrowed as he turned around to face the slob. "People in the past have often accused me of being heartless," he began, studying his foe. "Of course, they are sorely mistaken, just as you are if you think I'll let you abuse this girl. Thus, I'll give you one opportunity to release her before I kick your bum bum." He expected the man to cling to his "prize," but at the very least, his little speech would allow Seyton a chance to position himself for whatever he wanted to do. Ariel The reaction Ariel received from her slap was not what she expected. Instead of getting angry and flinging her to the floor or slinking away embarrassed, the girl merely laughed and admitted that the slap was not out of place. What's more, she didn't even put her down like she'd ordered. Rather, the girl stared at her, and after hoisting Ariel up into a more secure grip, she turned from the wall, heading straight for the bed. "But you're still not getting out of this yet!" Ariel thought to resist; in fact, she tried to wiggle her way from her grasp, but the girl was abnormally strong, and truth be told, she hadn't much more energy to fight with this strange girl. Though, she didn't have enough energy to run. As soon as this girl dumped her on the bed, she'd bolt for the door. However, when the girl placed her on the bed, almost as if she'd anticipated what Ariel would do, she rolled the blond onto her stomach and hopped up, planting her bottom on Ariel's back. Ariel, who'd been in the process of trying to scramble off the bed, ended up awkwardly splayed across the bed with the nurse's pinning down her legs and reaching for her arms when the mysterious girl dismissed them. Breathing hard (made even harder by the weight on her back), Ariel dropped her head to the bed in defeat, her face tinted with embarrassment. She hated being overpowered; the feeling of helplessness brought back bad memories, nightmares, of life under Ursula's control. "Your arm, please," the nurse said towering over her. Ariel looked up and the color drained from her face. And then there was this other problem. She was slightly afraid of needles. Of course, she'd never admit it, but the mere thought of being pricked by one and having some foreign substance added to her body made her stomach flip uneasily. The nurse reached down and grabbed her arm, but Ariel still tried to jerk away. Though she didn't get very far, she leaned as far away as she cold, twisting around to get extra leverage and failing. The nurse swabbed down her arm and stuck in the needle in Ariel's arm as the blond grunted and bit her lip to try and calm her pounding heart. "You got your wish, princess," the androgynous voice said, almost as if it was congratulating her."I have unhanded you right over to the people who you should have listened to in the first place. Now we’ll get things taken care of, and then I’ll buy you a better necklace." Ariel's eyes widened in shock, as the girl tangled her fingers in her chain playfully. She scrunched her face up and turned away in humiliation. Her bottom lip trembled slightly at the reminder of her bond. Instantly, the fight flowed out of her. The nurse pricked her with another needle as the girl continued, "As for my name, I do apologize, but since I’m holding you hostage, how about you fess up first and then I’ll tell you mine so you can press charges, mm?" She didn't want to know the girl's name. She wanted the girl to get off her so that she could flee. Was everyone staring at her now? The damn chain made her so self-conscious. She wanted to curl up in a corner somewhere and cry until everyone forgot she even existed. It shamed her each time it swung as she stepped or dangled from her neck when she leaned over. People noticed it. All the time. They took advantage of it and forced her into situations she didn't want to be in. And even though it was stupid, she couldn't help but feel that whoever held it suddenly had a power over her she couldn't control. It was a feeling she hated, yet felt compelled to obey. "Ariel," she finally surrendered, twisting her head to the side and laying it down. The nurse dropped Ariel's arm and she retracted it into her body. "And I won't press charges. I'll extract justice myself." The girl laughed and leaned down so that she could prop her chin up with her hand. "My name is Djeviench." "I'd say it was nice to meet you, but it hasn't been," Ariel replied. Djeviench laughed. Why did she think everything was so damn funny? It didn't take much longer for the nurse's to finish bandaging her ankle. Djeviench hopped off, and offered a hand to help her up. Ariel ignored it and got up by herself, making a beeline for the door. "Wait, miss. You're forgetting your crutches," the nurse called after her. "I'm not going to use them," Ariel replied, without looking back. "A cane then? You really shouldn't just walk on it, you'll make it worse," the timid woman replied. "I refuse to use a cane. I'm not crippled!" "A wheelchair then?" "No, I--" she was interrupted as she once again felt a pair of arms touching her. "No!" she exclaimed, knowing what was about to happen and who it was. She stumbled forward trying to escape, but the arms closed around her and would not let go. "No, I don't...want to!" she cried out, wiggling fiercely, struggling to get free. But to no avail, Djeviench swept her off her feet again, smiling down at her, fixing her with a dark eyed stare. "Allow me, princess," the girl said, gallantly. She took a couple steps forward and paused, pretending she'd lost her grip on Ariel a moment. The now patched-up girl yelped and threw her arms around the other girl's neck to catch herself. Djeviench grinned as she secured her load again. "That's more like it." Ariel glared at her, but did not let go of the girl's neck, afraid it might happen again. Her heart was still racing from the first time. Djeviench carried her outside to the fountain, where she sat her down on the fountain's edge. Ariel crossed her arms and turned away from the intruder. "Stop doing that. I don't need your help. I can walk by myself, thank you." -------------------
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Posted: 2009-02-13, 06:34 AM
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Djeviench, Card from Alice in Wonderland The dark haired femme leaned forward as Ariel turned away, eyebrows raised curiously and head tilted to try and get a glance of the pout she was certain was on the blonde’s face. After staring for a long moment, she came to the conclusion that the newly released patient was not going to turn around to face her rescuer. Smiling as though just having reached a decision, one that instigated her countenance to return to its ambiguously knowing state, the ebon haired girl casually smirked and let her gaze drift away from Ariel. “Oh I’m sure you can walk just fine, princess,” came the words, clearly agreeing with the huffed and insulted statements the other had spouted without a moment’s thought. “But what confuses me most is why you object to being carried when you don’t object to being called ‘princess’ by a clear, if sudden, suitor.” Eyes danced them, whimsically devious and playful in her olive-skinned face, a long strand of darkness falling into her eyes that she seemed not even to notice. People had always admired her for her feminine attributes, and Djeviench had not denied them—the attributes or the admirers. In fact, she quite shamelessly and adeptly used her appearances to make a place for herself in this world, and it suited her nature, really. But who cared about her? She was more interested in this stubborn, clearly taken, prideful girl who had somehow become enslaved to a man who had little concern for her needs as a woman. And that, that was a shame, thought Djeviench. But the smile remained, as would the deviousness. This girl was not as easily angered as the patient she had tailed quite on impulse, but now she was beginning to feel that there would be more to be gotten out of sticking around with her for quite a while. Whether or not Miss Ariel was prepared to allow that. Not that Djeviench cared, of course. Why would she? “Come along now, my pretty,” came the words just as swiftly as the darker girl slipped an arm around Ariel’s shoulders and under her knees, lifting her with ease before turning around in the growing sunlight, gazing in the directions offered from the hospital front. “I committed a bit of an injustice, trying to get in to see you back then. So I’m afraid when Brucey wakes up, it’d be best that I not be found loitering around here.” With that, the odd girl began walking quite swiftly deeper into town, looking for a place in which she could bargain for some proper clothes for her stolen charge. “And before you complain about it again, I did say I was going to get you a new necklace. But I’m almost afraid of what your tastes in jewelry will do to my meager funds, so instead I’m kidnapping you in advance to take you on a date with me.” She seemed quite reposed as she said all this, her smile constant and even, eyes gentle and friendly in their darkness, beneath their slim eyebrows that were raised in languidness. “Of course, you really should dress well for such a thing, so I’ll be taking you to find some raggedy old clothes to wear instead of the very raggedy old clothes you have on right now. And no, you don’t have any say in that princess. I’m afraid it’ll be the best I can do for you now, and your fine tastes in filth and canine apparel will have to be put aside for the benefit of my purse.” -------------------
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Ariel Unsurprisingly, Djeviench remained unphased. "Oh I’m sure you can walk just fine, princess," she said, her voice hiding a laugh. "But what confuses me most is why you object to being carried when you don’t object to being called ‘princess’ by a clear, if sudden, suitor." Ariel twitched and looked down, her eyes glazing over. She hadn't even noticed. It had just seemed to natural to her. "I used to be...” she mumbled. “A princess, that is... Sort of. Before I became this." It was true. Even though her father had only been mayor of Atlantica, the people had treated him like a King. They loved him because he was kind to them, a benevolent ruler. He basically governed the land as if it was a Kingdom, and she had essentially been a princess. People curtsied to her in the streets and showered her with gifts on her birthday, in addition to acknowledging her beautiful voice. Her gaze was distant and watery. ‘Father...' And then she'd made that deal. She’d had to subsist on two years of meaningful glances from her father whenever Ursula wasn’t looking, and now she hadn’t even laid eyes on him in several months. The thought made her feel lonely. Where was Jaden when she needed him? “Come along now, my pretty,” she practically giggled as she lifted the light-haired girl again. Ariel sighed. It seemed almost pointless to resist this girl. She'd tired Ariel out and anything else would be wasted energy. Djeviench would not let her go. Besides, she was hardly paying attention. She was still thinking about home, when she used to be regarded as a princess, instead of Ursula’s trash. To be fair, Jaden tried (when he wasn't being a pain, that is), but considering he too was a misplaced monarch, he didn't have much to offer. Absentmindedly, Ariel let her head lean against Djeviench’s unusually flat chest as she snuggled into the warmth she longed for. Djeviench kept talking, but Ariel was only half listening. (Who the hell was “Brucey”?) “And before you complain about it again, I did say I was going to get you a new necklace.” (Her face reddened. Why did she keep bringing up that stupid necklace?) “But I’m almost afraid of what your tastes in jewelry will do to my meager funds, so instead I’m kidnapping you in advance to take you on a date with me.” Ariel rolled her eyes as Djeviench continued, “Of course, you really should dress well for such a thing, so I’ll be taking you to find some raggedy old clothes to wear instead of the very raggedy old clothes you have on right now. And no, you don’t have any say in that princess. I’m afraid it’ll be the best I can do for you now, and your fine tastes in filth and canine apparel will have to be put aside for the benefit of my purse.” Blah, blah, blah, blah—wait a minute. What was she talking about? She mentally rewound the conversation and played it back in her head. ‘…almost afraid of what your tastes in jewelry will do to my meager funds, so instead I’m kidnapping you in advance to take you on a date with me. Of cou—wait. A date?’ She thought a moment before it clicked. A DATE?! Her eyes widened as her head snapped around to stare at the girl chattering away about her new clothes. “Mm! MM-HMM!” she gasped, twisting her body suddenly so that her left leg flipped over her right and landed on the ground. Another wrenching turn freed her right leg from Djeviench’s grip, but sent her crashing to the ground. She rolled several feet away and clambered to her feet. “I’m not a lesbian!” she exclaimed, looking wild and slightly confused. “I can’t go on a date with you. What’s more, I won’t go on a date with you. I refuse.” She took several steps backwards. But her response showed that she was clearly not bothered by Ariel’s rejection. Suddenly worried the Djeviench might indeed make good on her threat to kidnap her, Ariel took several more steps backwards, before turning on her heel and fleeing all together. Was this what it was like to have a stalker? Her oldest sister once had a stalker when Ariel had been young. It turned out to be a young man who hadn’t worked up the courage to talk to her yet; the two had ultimately ended up dating for several months. She’d said it had been fun leading him all around town and taking him to all her favorite spots. But Ariel disagreed. This wasn’t any fun at all. It was downright torture. -------------------
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Djeviench, Card from Alice in Wonderland Her hostage was remarkably supple and quiet as Djeviench lifted her this time, and surprisingly, the ‘princess’ admitted that she had once indeed been praised and fawned over in such a manner—in times past, before this era of shameful filth and, far worse, enslavement. Dark eyes once more found themselves flickering downwards to momentarily rest on the collar around this fair-haired girl’s neck, and the smile faded from the kidnapper’s lips. Certainly she had known that there was a story behind every chance encounter, and reasons to prop up every person in the state in which they existed when you first met them. But… it was not too hard to believe that this lovely girl was once as profoundly adored as royalty. She had the attitude for it, the sense of bearing, the pride and opinion—everything that pointed to a position or stance in life that was above that of most people. Above that of the dark-haired female who carried such forgotten royalty in tender arms that would not drop, or squeeze too hard, or violate in any way. Though she had lived her entire life on the bottom of the world, Djeviench had made her way up into a position of some prominence—but enjoyed remaining as a familiar face in the crowd, one that caused people to smile when they laid eyes on it, and nothing more. Unlike this lost princess, Djeviench had a firm foundation to stand on. She—Ariel—was for all purposes just as lost as a little child who had wandered away too far from her mother. And that was more a shame than even her lost affections. Nevertheless, a smile returned to her face as the stolen princess continued to react with such exasperation to her thief’s mindless chatter. Djeviench could not hold back the laugh that resulted from the eye-roll the princess gave her, and though it was cut short by her next sentiment, Djeviench was in no hurry to skip from one topic to another. What surprised her was when her stolen treasure had suddenly leaned against her captor and drawn closer to the warmth her strong arms provided. It made the dark haired femme blink, her gaze darting swiftly and with surprise and curiosity to the princess who did not notice. For the first time then, a faint heat rose in the odd girl’s cheeks, soon displaced by the warm smile that rose to cunning lips, gaze returned to their surroundings. They were already a ways into the town, people bustling around and throwing casual glances at Djeviench and her peculiar load. But once they recognized the face of the person carrying the strangely adorned girl, they merely smiled and nodded before going on with their business. Obviously although such a sight was rare in this town, they trusted Djeviench enough to have no concern for what was going on. If there had been an emergency, the dark femme’s face would not have appeared as languid as usual. Suddenly however, the relaxation disappeared as Ariel’s attention snapped viciously onto Djeviench’s face and the dark haired femme didn’t even have enough time to raise her eyebrows in amusement before suddenly the stiff, alienated hostage twisted free of her grasp and soon regained her footing several feet away, looking wild-eyed and panicked. “I’m not a lesbian!” she exclaimed, looking wild and slightly confused. “I can’t go on a date with you. What’s more, I won’t go on a date with you. I refuse.” Djeviench only laughed and stuffed her hands inside her sweater pockets, eyes dancing with amusement. “Well I should say you aren’t,” she made out, chuckling softly. But then the princess turned tail and fled. With a shake of the head, a clear grin settled on her lips, Djeviench slipped her hands out of her pockets and took off after her. Ariel was heading right for the center of town, where yet another large and masterfully crafted fountain rose higher than the one before the hospital, people milling about in far thicker crowds than they had in the side streets. Djeviench didn’t have to put in effort to catch up to Ariel, especially since her injury was clearly slowing her down, but nevertheless, she didn’t want Ariel to hurt herself in trying to escape her. So Djeviench raised a hand to the people that soon paused in their daily lives to stare at the chase. “Please hear me, my good townsfolk!” she shouted rather loudly, drawing more gazes. “That fair-haired girl has just escaped from a nearby mental ward and is very ill. I need to collect her and bring her in to see a specialist that will aid her in her disorder. If you would be so kind as to help me retrieve her without harming her, I would most appreciate it!” Without stopping to wonder, immediately people broke away from what they were doing and blocked Ariel’s path of flight, standing shoulder to shoulder to prevent her breaking through and escaping. They gazed at her in wonder and slight awe, clearly believing the darker girl, who they knew—unlike Ariel—was a welcome and trustworthy citizen in their town. Djeviench raised a hand in thanks and slowed down as she saw that Ariel was now closed in, the only thing possibly standing in her way being the large, picturesque fountain in the town square. Stuffing her hands back into her pockets, Djeviench grinned slyly and called out to Ariel, walking up to her slowly. “Now why don’t you just give up and come with me, princess. I haven’t hurt you, and I don’t plan to. Besides, any more of this and you’ll be arrested for disturbing the peace.” -------------------
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Ariel “No! That’s not true! She’s the one from the asylum! She’s trying to kidnap me!” Ariel exclaimed, throwing her thin frame against the unmovable wall and bouncing back. She could see the sympathetic glances the townspeople exchanged among themselves. They clearly didn’t believe her, though she was ignorant as to why. Considering they’d just met, Ariel new nothing about Djeviench. She did not know that Djeviench was actually a law enforcer in the town, nor did she know that the townspeople knew and liked Djeviench very well. She panicked, trying to shoulder through the human wall, blocking her escape, her hands pawing the shoulders of others attempting to push them aside, but to no avail. She was trapped. Panting, she whirled around and surveyed her options. Jump in the fountain or run into Djeviench’s waiting arms. Try to jump over the fountain and fall in or run into Djeviench’s waiting arms. Run into Djeviench’s waiting arms or run into Djeviench’s waiting arms. She sighed, frustrated. There was no way out. And, of course, Djeviench knew that. She was almost gloating about it, but wait. What was this bit about her being arrested for disturbing the peace? There was a police officer here? “I don’t mind being arrested so much if it means I can get away from you,” Ariel replied. “A whole room to myself, protected from you by bars.” A couple people behind her giggled and tittered amongst themselves, as if they were in on some joke that she wasn’t. As usual, Ariel’s barb hadn’t phased Djeviench one bit. Instead, in one fluid motion, she reached into her pants pocket and removed a small portfolio, which she flipped open and flashed at Ariel. “Even if I’m your guard and parole officer?” she asked with a wink. The blood drained from Ariel’s face. “Are you kidding me? My god,” she mumbled to herself, “give me a break. It’s like I can’t win.” She looked up to respond only to not with mounting dismay that Djeviench was already moving toward her fast. “Wait—no!” she began, backing up and throwing up her hands in protection, but the strange girl took a small jump and threw herself on the blond, who’d been trying to move out of the way. She swallowed the other girl in a bearhug, nuzzling her back affectionately, before suddenly grabbing her under both arms and lifting her into the air. “Huh—nooo!” “Hurray~!” Djeviench yelled out as she spun the blond around the way one might spin a small child who’d just leapt into her arms. “You’ve come back to me, princess! How I missed you.” “That makes…one of us,” Ariel replied, slowly, extremely disoriented by the spinning. But Djeviench seemed into it. She spun and spun, moving closer to the fountain, spouting random phrases to showcase her joy at Ariel’s return until all at once, it stopped. Djeviench plopped down on the fountain firmly, catching the spinning blond so that she lay draped across the girl’s knees, as if she was in the process of being dipped during a dance, and dramatically struck a pose, supporting Ariel’s head while lifting her own to the crowd majestically, her arm extended magnanimously. She remained like that a moment as the spectators clapped and voice their awe. She exhaled deeply and smiled for her “adoring fans.” And then, all at once, she was back in her self-created scene. She turned to Ariel dramatically and lifted her head slightly, lowering her own so that she could stare into Ariel’s blue eyes with her dark ones, brushing her fingers along Ariel’s jaw line in caress. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Another burst of adoring applause. Many comments about Djeviench’s hidden talent as an actress. And then everybody turned to see what Ariel’s response would be. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Okay, not quite what they expected given the situation, but they were certain their star could play it off. Expectant gazes traveled back to the olive-skinned girl. She did not disappoint. “Oh!” she exclaimed, “you’re right, princess! Where are my manners? I was in the middle of taking you somewhere, wasn’t I?” Djeviench stood, Ariel gathered in her arms and posed again with one leg on the fountain’s edge. “Come. Let us resume our journey together.” Ariel felt like her face was going to melt, it was so hot with embarrassment. She didn’t know what it was about this girl that got her so flustered, but she felt like those sissies who whined when a breeze blew their skirts up, even though it only flew up an inch and nobody saw anything. She wanted nothing more than to bury her head in her hands as the crowded parted to allow them to dash by. Would this day never end? -------------------
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Djeviench, Card from Alice in Wonderland It didn’t take long for them to pass through the crowd and into the calmer, uninterested streets where vendors and shoppers alike paid them little to no mind. Everyone and everything had returned back to normal, accepting their fill of unexpected drama for the day and more than pleased to now return to business before the day got any older. Of course, it was still early by anyone else’s standards, yet already so much had happened that one might think it nearing mid-day by now. But the sun did not ride high in the heavens yet, still casting shadows and sunlight bathing the bustling, but not overwhelmingly crowded, streets. Djeviench did not have to glance down to the treasure in her arms to know that the girl was angry with her—though not angrier than she’d been previously, Djeviench thought. After all, the princess had a right to be flustered, and from her embarrassment came the aggression that was—by now—becoming familiar to the darker haired girl. Although it was like Djeviench to pass by the time humming and chattering mindlessly, the girl thought for a minute that it might be better to let her stolen property have some time to get over what had just happened. Just kidding. “I am sorry for not answering your question sooner, princess. But apparently you are the only one who thinks there is anything wrong with me at all, I’m afraid. As you just saw, people are quite taken with my mannerisms and odd displays, and as far as they’re concerned, you were just a part of the show.” She smiled down at Ariel then, an ambiguous light threading through her dark eyes. “Besides, they didn’t pity you one bit. And if you can’t believe that, think about why I might be right, or just argue with me until I decide to tell you myself.” She squeezed her eyes shut and nearly giggled before gazing forward again. Soon her eyes rested on a quaint little boutique with pretty and classy outfits donned by mannequins in the front windows. “Ah!” exclaimed Djeviench, gently squeezing Ariel’s shoulder with the hand that held her, to let her know of her excitement. “We’re here!” They had arrived before the dainty clothing shop, Gabrielle’s Garments, and though Djeviench didn’t want to waste any time in going inside—She honestly seemed more excited about going clothing shopping than Ariel who was going to be showered in such presents for free.—she placed Ariel down onto her feet. With a swift wink and a coy smile, the dark-haired girl grasped Ariel’s hand and led her inside. It was a silent apology for the embarrassment she had caused Ariel before, though perhaps the princess would not catch onto that. As soon as they stepped inside, the familiar clerk who welcomed the arriving customers came up to them and smiled. But before she could say anything, Djeviench spoke up. “Good morning, Teresa,” she chimed. “I hope you forgive me for not stopping to chat, but I have some impending business to attend to concerning my misguided princess. She needs a new outfit before I lock her up for indecent exposure.” Clearly she meant it in a joking manner, but Djeviench gave Ariel no time to be further scrutinized by the hostess, pulling her away towards the back of the store where various stalls with thick red curtains were marked above by numbers, and a sign purporting “Dressing Rooms” hung just above them. On their way to the stall, however, Djeviench’s arm shot out and she grabbed a quaint dress from off one of the racks, tucking it over her arm before she tugged Ariel swiftly into Stall 2. Once there, she pulled the heavy curtain shut and turned to face her captive. “Let’s try this on first,” she said, hooking up the dress and reaching to pull off the princess’s lovely dress. But Ariel wasn’t about to take that. The moment the darker haired girl grasped her dress, her eyes widened and she pulled away from her, racing through the curtain as an attempt to escape what she knew was coming. But Djeviench was one step the swifter and darted after her, as though anticipating this might happen. She didn’t want to, but she leapt and tackled Ariel to the ground, locking an arm around the princess’s waist and twisting as they fell so that she would take the brunt of the fall and not the mental ward escapee. “Oof!” she grunted, winded for a second. “Get off me!” Ariel shouted, trying to wriggle free of the other girl’s grip and managing to without much difficulty. But Djeviench wasn’t about to let her get away so swiftly and grabbed onto the first thing she could reach—Ariel’s chain. There was a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach as Ariel suddenly was jerked, and stumbled back a bit, coughing at the sudden harsh amount of pressure applied to her neck, hands flying immediately towards the abused area. But in her backward pedaling, she tripped over Djeviench and fell right back across the other girl’s lap—who was aware enough then to catch Ariel before she hit her head on the impeccable tiled floor. Wheezing a bit, Djeviench smiled wryly at the other girl and raised a finger to wag at her. “Now… next time… let’s just… talk things out instead of trying to get ourselves both killed, mm? Come on, princess.” With a heavy huff, Djeviench yet again lifted Ariel, who refused to look at her after that sudden incident, and carried her back into the stall. Placing her down on her feet once inside the stall and hidden from curious eyes by the thick curtain, however, was another mistake. Ariel glared at her captor and tried yet again to fake one way and make a break for it, but this time, Djeviench’s strong arm around her waist stopped her from going anywhere. “What kind of girl are you?! Undressing strangers! I don’t even know you! You will not undress me! I won’t—” Ariel snapped, struggling but meekly this time to pull herself out of Djeviench’s arms. “Listen, you can undress yourself and make this plenty easier for the both of us. Because we both know that, one way or another, you’re going to get into this dress and many others until I’ve found something beautiful enough to satisfy you, alright princess?” Djeviench was leaning in terribly close to Ariel, half-lidded dark eyes locked onto hers. Without warning however, Ariel lashed out at her again, kicking this time and hitting her shoulder, trying to slap her across the face, anything to get away. Djeviench couldn’t help herself—instead bursting into laughter and effectively taking the princess’s blows before she pinned her against the wall, grabbing her arms and holding them above her head by the wrists, Ariel’s back to Djeviench. Without waiting then, even as Ariel tried to push her off and pull away, Djeviench finally managed to wrestle the dress off of her captive. Swiftly then, she took the soft blue dress from off its hanger and—forcing Ariel to turn around and face her, a knee solidly holding Ariel against the wall, Djeviench eventually got the dress over her head and pulled it down, before turning Ariel round again and holding her by her wrists, which were twisted securely but not painfully behind her back. “Time to zip you up,” the dark haired girl practically sang, and swiftly did so before finally positioning Ariel so she could see herself in the mirror, with Djeviench looking over her shoulder at the reflection as well. Upon making the connection between the princess’s tan complexion and the lighthearted blue, a slow smile of approval spread over Djeviench’s parted lips. “Yes, I think this is a good start,” she mused aloud, her dark eyes suddenly locking onto Ariel’s. “This color flatters you completely. And it brings out the highlights in those harsh eyes of yours.” There was a pause and she smiled thoughtfully. “It makes them look less pained and focuses on their loveliness,” she completed her thought with a nod. Suddenly then, Djeviench gently sat Ariel down on the small bench provided, and tenderly reached out a hand to run it through her hair, pushing several fair locks behind her ear. “I’ll be right back, princess,” she uttered with a light in her eyes. “Please don’t wander off. I'll have to arrest you for shoplifting if you do.” She winked yet again and disappeared out of the stall, only pulling the curtain to half of the way and leaving Ariel alone as she ventured out into the thick of the store past other customers, who tried to busily look as though they had not been prying into the girls’ business, to gather up as many clothes as she felt would flatter her charge. -------------------
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Ariel Ariel glared into the mirror disgruntled. Why did she just let this girl womanhandle her all the time? Anybody else she would have just punched in the face and gone on about her life, but she couldn’t with Djeviench. She was too…genuine. Honest. She wore her heart on her sleeve and didn’t care. Something Ariel had never been able to do. That’s probably why, unlike Djeviench, she was inhibited by chain, both physically and mentally. But she liked the way she was. She was perfect in every aspect of the word as far as she cared. “Hmph!” she intoned, tossing her hair over her shoulder and shedding the blue dress. With her own dress, she might have carelessly thrown it aside, but this wasn’t hers. So she carefully folded it into a perfect square and sat it on the bench. She pulled her sack-dress back on and pushed through the curtain, ducking down to ensure the clothing racks hid her. Sneaking along the wall and careful not to disturb any of the clothing, she crept quietly, glancing around in all directions to make sure she was not about to run into her. Unfortunately, she was so caught up in searching for Djeviench, she missed the group of young men, conversing over a red, low cut number hanging on the wall and backed into one of them, stepping on his foot. “Oh!” she started, straightening and spinning around. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” The man she’d bumped into was blond, with gorgeous green eyes and slim lips. His body was sculpted The man she’d bumped into had his blond head lowered as he stared at his shoe. He seemed too preoccupied with this activity to acknowledge her apology. She took this opportunity to examine his friends, who were gathering around him to assess the “damage” caused. They were all sturdily built and tall. The one on the far left was a redhead with gorgeous tan skin and soft light brown eyes. Beside him stood a dark-haired man with bright green eyes that looked her up and down. His jaw line was strong and square, a shape made even more prominent as he clenched it. On the other side of the blond was a brunet. His long hair was pulled back in a ponytail that exposed his smooth, flawless complexion and smooth, sexy lips. Finally, they looked up. “Hmm, what’s this? A servant girl?” he asked, languidly. “What good luck, Ralph!” he laughed, turning to the brunet on his left. Ralph laughed along with him, before the blond turned his attention back to her. “You’ve just smudged dirt across the tip of my new shoes, clean it off.” Ariel’s temper flared as her eyebrows instantly furrowed. “Excuse me?” she growled through gritted teeth. His eyes rested on her collar and traced the length of the chain before looking at her face again. “Well obviously you’re someone’s dog, right, Mark?” The redhead smirked and nodded. “Clearly, Jason.” I’m sure they won’t mind if I borrow you for a minute.” He smiled, but it was an icy cold, holier-than-thou smile. Ariel was two seconds away from smacking it right off his face. “I’m not,” she replied. “Clean your own damn shoes. I’m sure you have plenty of experience bending over. You look like you’d do it quite often. I mean, you being a pansy and all.” This time, his face flinched into a frown. “What?” he asked, threateningly. “Did you hear what she said, Andrew?” Jason asked. “I did. I think it was just rude,” he replied. “Hmm,” Ariel replied, mocking them both. “Like I said, total pansies.” Moving lightning fast, Jason reached out and grabbed the chain, yanking down on it. “Get on your knees,” he demanded, “and clean my shoes. No cleaning supplies? Use your tongue.” “I won’t!” she exclaimed, yanking her chain from his grasp. “What? You only get on your knees if you’re rewarded with something? I suppose I should have expected that though. This chain must be part of your getup, huh, person?” he asked, superiorly. Ariel’s eyebrow twitched at the insult and she slapped him across the face as hard as she could, sending him stumbling to the side. “Say that one more time,” she threatened. There was venom in her eyes as she glared him down. Shocked, he turned his head back to the front and stared at her. And then his gaze hardened. “Clearly our guest here is new in town,” he said, turning to his friends. She could see the red outline of her hand from the slap. “We should show her around here.” His friends nodded. Before she had a chance to respond, Mark uncrossed his arms and slammed into her, sending her back into the wall. In the second she lost her balance, Jason snagged her chain and jerked her forward into him, catching her in his arms and locking them around her body as he caressed a cheek and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Come, love. We know this place, inside and out.” “Uh,” she grunted, ducking out of his grasp, but Andrew tangled his hands in her hair and pulled her back. She flinched and cried out in pain, her hands flying to her head. He laughed. “I love watching them squirm, eh, Mark?” Mark chuckled. “Best part.” “Come now, you’re going to have to get lower than that,” Andrew continued, pushing her face towards the ground. She grimaced as he jerked her hair again. “Hmph,” Mark sighed, beside him. “That’s the problem with hired girls. They never listen.” Ariel’s eyes narrowed to slits as she spun around and punched Andrew right in the stomach, freeing her hair from his grasp and allowing her to straighten once more. “I’m not your person, you bas—” But her sentence was cut short when Jason tugged swiftly on her chain, yanking her backwards and temporarily choking her. He pulled her straight into a clothing rack which she tipped over as she staggered backwards. Taking advantage of her lost balance yet again, Ralph swooped in and closed her face in his armpit. Ariel flailed violently. She clutched at his shoulder with her hands and clawed at his back, as she stumbled backwards with large, uneven steps. “Huh. She’s got quite a bit to offer,” she heard a voice say. She lashed her leg out in its direction and brought down another clothing rack. “Ooh, feisty too.” “Dude,” Ralph said. “Can we do something about her hands? She’s ripping my shirt.” “I hope I get to your skin,” she snarled, though she was certain it had come out muffled. They stopped moving momentarily, and after a space, one of them caught her arms and held them still while something cool and hard encircled them. Her chain. She could feel each link as they grated against each other. She tugged at the chain to free her hands, but it held and they resumed their journey. She made an effort to stop them by hooking her feet on a metal pole that seemed sturdy, but it turned out to be a clothing rack, and instead it crashed to the floor. Ah!” she cried out frustrated, taking another attempt at a hard kick to the crotch. She missed again, booting a table over instead. She heard someone hit the glass of the door and from the rush of cool air could tell it had been pushed open. Pounding on Ralph’s back with her tied hands, she reached desperately for his head before they could remove her from the store, and attempted to block them by hooking her feet around the bar on the door. A sudden breeze felt on her upper thigh sent her legs flailing again, as someone pulled her dress up. Though not particularly embarrassed, she was determined to kick whoever did it. To no avail, however. Her legs did not connect with anyone’s face, and they dragged her around a corner and out of sight. When Ralph finally freed her from his armpit, she was disoriented and surrounded in any alley. Jason stood right in front of her, twisting her chain around his finger. Behind him, not far away sat several motorcycles. “So, my dear. I’ll give you one more chance. Wash my shoes, or else I’ll make you.” He smiled at her graciously. Ariel glowered at him, and with a defiant stare, she kneed him in the crotch, simultaneously wrenching her chain from his hands. He crumpled like a leaf to the ground and while the other three attacked, leaping upon her with fervor. She snarled viciously, as she fought against them, lurching back at the wall while desperately working to free her hands. There was a grunt as the entangled group made contact with the wall and bounced off. Ariel backed into it again, laughing triumphantly as the chain loosed and she liberated her hands from their metal confines. She flung an elbow backwards and was rewarded with a cry of pain. Andrew released her and clutched his jaw. Uninhibited from behind now, she ducked out of the stranglehold, striking Ralph as she moved back. His head flew to the side, ponytail whipping around his shoulder as he did so. Jason struggled to his feet painfully, cursing as he did so. Andrew and Ralph recovered as well, regarding her angrily. They moved toward her and—wait, where was Mark? As if he’d read her mind, Mark’s gorgeously toned, tanned arm reached around her and grabbed the chain, spinning him around to face her. She barely got a look at his face before a hand collided with her cheek and forcefully turned her face to the side. She gasped, unable to recover before a fist slammed into her stomach. She doubled over, squinting her eyes in pain. A hand grabbed her head and guided it towards the ground. Twisting around, she tried to buck the hand away, but failed. Quickly, she reached forward and grabbed the leg in front of her, pulling it out from beneath the man pressing her down. He fell to the cement with a grunt. She straightened and spun around after being tapped on the shoulder. The world spiraled out of focus as she felt another blow on her cheek. Someone picked up the chain and dragged her further down the alley. “We mustn’t dilly-dally if we’re to show you around completely,” she heard Jason say. She twirled around and saw him kneeling by a motorcycle, chain in hand, about to thread it. “No!” she protested, jerking back. The chain flew from his hand, as her head flew back and hit someone else in the chin. “Argh!” came the cry. She bobbed beneath his flailing arm and sidestepped a swipe to capture he waist. Ralph staggered a moment as his hand flew to his eye. “My contact!” he cried, blinking rapidly. She wasted no time in delivering a swift roundhouse kick to the side of his head, knocking him off his feet. Hearing one of them approaching her quickly from behind, she whirled around with an uppercut, but to her surprise found her arm caught instead. “Wha—?” she started, before her eyes met Andrew’s. “We’re through playing around,” he growled. He flung her to the side into the wall, whose rough surface scraped skin off her arm when she impacted. She caught herself on shaky legs and tried to regain her bearings, but they were moving too quick. Mark grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back, while Ralph grabbed her hair and Andrew, her chain. Together, they shoved her sideways, and unable to catch herself she crashed to the ground. Keeping a tight hold on her wrists, Mark moved aside as Ralph moved to her legs and grabbed them, dragging her across the ground toward the motorcycles. She knew what they were going to do. Somehow, she had to get free and—a foot flew into her midsection, winding her. Jason rose and glared down at her. “You’ve really [censored]ed me off, causing me so much unnecessary trouble. This is only part of your judgment.” Another foot in her stomach, and then another from behind. Covering her face, she attempted to stand up, grunting with each blow, but otherwise, staying absolutely silent. Jason, however, finally feeling that he’d alleviated his frustrations enough, suddenly caught her hair and knelt down. “You know, though. You’re cute, and I really don’t want to have to scar your beautiful face,” he whispered, before crushing his lips against hers. When he pulled away from her, he smiled again. That same icy cold, superior smile. “So scream for me.” Ariel glared up at him, clenching her jaw, before spitting his germs out of her mouth. “Kiss my bum bum,” she replied. -------------------
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Djeviench, Card from Alice in Wonderland It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. She had half expected the princess to be gone when she returned, arms full of clothes—both feminine and travel worthy—for her to try on. But at the same time, seeing the empty stall left a small pain in her chest, and Djeviench could not help but sigh softly under her breath. Gently hanging up the clothes, she pushed the curtain aside and made a beeline towards Teresa, the store clerk, intending to ask her if she’d seen wh— There was clothing everywhere, Teresa hastily rushing about trying to place things back in order, lifting the metal racks and hanging the clothing all back up. Djeviench’s mouth parted, eyebrows furrowed and a quick glance around the premises clearly revealed the four missing individuals she had noted earlier with a cautious eye. But she had to make sure—before jumping to conclusions! Swiftly walking over to Teresa, bending down with a hand gently on her back, her dark eyes begged the question that she wanted to ask as the woman’s head shot around to look at Djeviench. Without needing to say a word, the shaking store clerk answered her unvoiced query. “Th-they were f-fighting, a-and they knocked it all down. The girl—!” But the dark haired femme did not hear the rest of her words, bolting out into the cooler air before noontime and gazing around sharply. Instinctively eyes alighted on an alleyway that Djeviench would bet her skin was where any lowlifes would go with such a treasure, but Djeviench didn’t have to know that to already be bolting towards it, a speed in her not born of natural beings. But none of that mattered. None of it was important. Princess. The princess mattered! She was Djeviench’s charge! She could not let her go! She couldn’t let her be hu— She didn’t even slow down as she raced into the alleyway, didn’t stop running as they came into view, Ariel upon the cold concrete with blood running down one arm and clearly in pain. Djeviench didn’t even slow down when she saw the way the blonde kidnapper fiercely, cruelly stole a kiss from the injured princess. Hell, she couldn’t and wouldn’t stop herself now if she had the chance! Staying in motion was the essence of life for people such as her, and so it was with a vicious twist and leap in midair that Djeviench cracked her foot against the back of the redhead’s neck in a violent roundhouse kick that sent him stumbling and crashing into the blonde, the two of them tripping over Ariel’s still body and falling to the ground with cries of pain and distress. The brunette and ebon haired males were too shocked for a moment to react but before Djeviench could even stop moving the darker haired of the two rushed her. His mistake was thinking that Djeviench needed to stop moving before she could react. So when she brought the heel of her hand swiftly up against his nose, blood splattering her as the cartilage and vessels broke, the guy’s hands darting to his face, it was clearly unexpected. But the brunette was rushing her now, and as though she had anticipated his clumsy, furious efforts, she twisted her body, his body sliding past her rather than pummeling into her, and she swiftly dropped to the ground, slipping through his grasping arms like water. In the process a foot was thrust out and wrapped around his ankle, tugging him back so that he fell flat in mid-step onto the concrete, face crashing into it with a sickening thud. Then she noted the redhead and dark-haired two recovering from her blows and closing in on her again. With a sharp intake of breath she rolled out of the way and leapt to her feet against the brick wall of the towering building. They were trying to corner her, and this time, she would not get away from them both. So she turned towards the one she’d kicked and stepped towards him, feigning a right uppercut but actually hoping he’d dodge and step close so she could—a fist crashed into the side of his head, hoping to build up on the previous damage she’d done it. Followed up by—hands clasped together like a volleyball player, brought down viciously on his head, a knee thrust upwards so sharply she was sure she’d break his jaw from the whiplash of the two assaults. Then the ebon-haired male crushed her into the wall, a growl escaping her more from frustration than the pain it caused. Eyes narrowed and a fist was narrowly dodged, but not before she’d been pushed back against the brick wall—but he was right up against her now. So she viciously cracked her head back against the assaulter’s and the little space it provided gave her enough room to thrust an elbow into his gut, twist around and properly punch the guy to the ground. But before the dark-haired opponent had even hit the ground, the sound of motors revving caught her attention and she twisted around so fast that she was running towards the chained form of Ariel and leaping over her before she’d even properly gotten a grasp on what was happening. The blonde had already begun to pull away, and Ariel was being rolled over behind her, would soon be dragged from out of Djeviench’s reach. She grit her teeth, and put on another burst of speed, jumping up onto the rear of the motorcycle—even though she felt her footing immediately slipping—and whipped her foot around into the side of the blonde’s head so hard he instantly was torn out of his seat into the brick wall and concrete. Then she slipped and fell back, falling onto the hard surface of the concrete and cracking her head painfully. She winced as lights swam in her line of sight and forced herself to roll onto hands and knees, then get to her feet, swiftly unhooking the stupid chain from the back of the motorcycle in case the blonde wasn’t completely out yet, and then staggered over to Ariel’s body, the chain around the back of her neck. Unsteadily she fell to her knees besides the horribly abused princess and gently gathered her up into her arms, groaning softly at the toll that took on her unsteady and aching head. But then she cradled the blonde princess closely to her, head hanging and lightly resting down against her forehead as she stepped over the groaning, mostly unmoving bodies of the redhead and brunette, walking from out of the alleyway into the too-brilliant sunlight. “I’m sorry, Ariel,” she whispered before lifting her head to see the store owner—Gabrielle—rushing over to them with the clerk, Teresa, behind her. “I shouldn’t have left you alone.” As the two women reached them, Djeviench raised her voice for them to hear, wincing at the sound of her own loud words. “Call an ambulance and the police. They’ll want to lock up these guys for a while for battery and destruction of private property. Tell them Djeviench Valentine took care of them.” Then she pushed past the two women into the store they had previously vacated—without a dress or a happy ending so far—and carried the injured princess into the back of the store where she knew the guest bathrooms were. Pushing inside the girl’s bathroom, she gently placed Ariel down on the counter beside the sink and then bent down to open the cabinet door beneath it. A moment later Djeviench was placing out a first aid kit and several bandages and disinfectants. Hoping she would not object, Djeviench also took a rag out from beneath the sink, wet it with warm water, and gently began wiping away the blood and dirt from the princess’s arm and the rest of her. For once, the odd, dark-haired girl didn’t say anything, but the cold, distant look in her dark eyes clearly pointed to the fact that there was something wrong. In fact, Djeviench was angry. Not at Ariel, or even with her… but at herself. At those perverted, disgusting creeps that had taken advantage of an innocent girl, and then had the gall to gang up on her in an alleyway. It was clearly getting to her, because the olive-skinned girl couldn’t look Ariel in the eyes, and as she drew her hand gently away from the princess’s arm to rinse out the rag of the blood and dirt, her hands were shaking quite noticeably. “I’m sorry, princess.” There were the words again. But this time, there was no name attached, like that first time. This time, it was back to princess. But still. The anger, the disappointment in herself, clearly remained. -------------------
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Ariel The last thing Ariel saw before a fist collided with temple was Djeviench’s outstretched leg slamming into Mark’s neck. The blackness that enveloped her was welcome. When she came to again, she was lying on the cement. From the grunts and groans that echoed down the alley, she could tell the fight was still going on. She let out her own whimper of pain as she sat up, bringing her hand to her aching head. Or attempted to sit up anyway. Her chain had caught on something and kept her from sitting completely upright; she had to scoot back to gain enough leverage to turn around properly and examine the situation. She gave the metal rope a tug, but found that whatever it was on had it fastened securely in its grip. “Hmm,” she sighed, ignoring the sound of one of the men’s bodies flying into the wall. Examining the chain, she followed the length of it with her eyes to divine what it had attached itself too and jumped slightly when she noticed it was wrapped around one of the motorcycles she’d seen earlier. Her heart pounding, she desperately pulled on the metal string, trying to free it so she could at least go slam her foot into someone’s face, but then, the motorcycle roared to life and her stomach dropped—seemingly right out of her body. “Uh! No,” she gasped, panicking, yanking on the chain urgently. “Come loose. Come loose!” She fumbled with the chain, trying to suppress the tears of sheer terror trying to overflow from her eyes. If the motorcycle took off fast enough, it could break her neck! However, before she could liberate the string from the bike, it started to move, dragging her along with it. “Sh—” And suddenly, out of nowhere, Djeviench appeared, soaring over her as she leapt for the back of the bike and made it, though barely. In a matter of seconds, the ordeal was over. Jason was unconscious against the brick wall of the building and Ariel was freed and enfolded in Djeviench’s embrace as she once again lifted Ariel into the air. She lowered her forehead to Ariel’s and nuzzled it, though not in the humorous way she usually did things. “I’m so sorry, Ariel,” she whispered. Ariel twitched at the sound of her name from the other girl’s mouth. It sounded foreign. “I shouldn’t have left you alone.” Any other time, Ariel might have argued with Djeviench over that statement; it implied she could not take care of herself, which of course she was perfectly adept at doing. At least, that’s what she’d always thought, but here she couldn’t even take care of four common thugs by herself. After pausing to instruct that clerk and another woman to call an ambulance and the police, Djeviench carried her back into the store to the bathroom where she sat her on the counter and set about cleaning up her scrapes and cuts. Ariel said nothing. She stared into space, replaying the fight in her head. How many times had she been knocked off balance by that chain? It had ruined everything. And Djeviench had (thankfully, she supposed) come to save her. The fact that she needed saving at all was unacceptable. It was humiliating. As much as she hated it though, she knew she’d have to thank her. As stupid as it sounds, the thought that perhaps she’d never see Djeviench or Jaden or her father again had flashed through her mind. It made her feel…something. It was an emotion she could not identify. Djeviench spoke again. She could feel the other girl’s hands shaking, whether they trembled in anger or fear, she did not know, as she finished cleaning the blond up. “I’m sorry, princess.” When would she realize it wasn’t her fault? The fact that she kept apologizing reminded Ariel of her own inadequate effort to protect herself. Ariel stared down at her legs and frowned. How perfectly odd. She was twitching back and forward in quick succession. She couldn’t stay still. Her hands were doing the same thing. She heard Djeviench’s voice again, and looked up, worried about her limbs’ inability to stay still. Was something wrong with her? Had she fit her head too hard and developed a tremor? Djeviench helped her down off the counter, and quietly, Ariel shuffled along back to the dressing room where Djeviench had dropped off the clothes earlier. Djeviench started talking, but Ariel wasn’t listening. Something had just clicked in her head. She stared at her hands, scrutinizing every dip, line, and crease in them. She suddenly knew what the emotion she’d felt earlier but been unable to identify was. Fear. She’d been scared. And she wasn’t twitching. She was shaking. It was the first time she’d ever truly feared for her life. Sudden contact from Djeviench made her jump as her head shot up and she gazed at her with horror-filled eyes. And all at once, she felt something rushing up her throat. It was hard and painful. She tried to force it back down, but it came out anyway. A strangled sob quickly followed by a wave of hot tears. They leaked from her eyes without stopping as she buried her face in her hands and leaned against the wall, sinking to the floor. “I hate it here,” she cried. She frantically tried to make herself stop. But it was like vomit. Coming up and spilling from her mouth despite the fact she desperately tried to repress it. The tears kept flowing, seeping through her fingers and dripping on her thigh as she drew her knees up to her chest. “It’s so lonely.” And alone she was. No one here cared. Not that she blamed them. No one here knew her. No one but Jaden, and he was nowhere to be found. -------------------
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Djeviench, Card from Alice in Wonderland Djeviench wasn’t sure why, but out of all the things that had happened to her on this unusual day, she hadn’t expected this strong, opinionated girl before her to break down upon her like this. But at the same time, could she really blame her for reacting like that? She hadn’t noticed it at first while she was carrying her back into Gabrielle’s Garments, but as soon as she had set the princess down on the counter in the women’s bathroom, she had seen the way the blonde trembled, and it suddenly made the ebon-haired girl realize that this was all hitting the blonde far too hard for her own good. Not for the first time, the princess was losing her composure, but this time, in a completely different manner than before. And Djeviench was not sure that she could take the fear and despair pouring from this suddenly small and hurting little girl and handle it herself. But the moment the tears started, the anger drained from her body completely, and she only paused a moment to sweep the thick red curtain shut before she knelt down onto the ground and carefully gathered the weeping girl into her arms. She wasn’t really sure why, but this time, when she held the princess so close, there was a silent tremor that ran through her own body, and it felt as though her chest was constricted, her heart leaping into her throat so that she could not speak. She had experienced this same feeling so many times before in her life, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it now. It wasn’t the right time for something like this to come up, though it was beginning to explain a lot of things. She was just… more sensitive to other people’s emotions than the average person, it seemed. So as she cradled the crying princess in her arms, pulling her eventually completely into her lap to offer her the warmth and security she was so desperately asking for right then, she swallowed her own anxiety and focused on calming down the emotional beauty. Slowly stroking her long fingers through Ariel’s long blonde hair, she inhaled deeply and finally, as she exhaled, found her voice. “When I was younger, I was mixed up in a lot of bad things. Bad people, bad habits, had horrible addictions, was always getting into fights, had huge financial trouble. I caused a lot of problems for my mom and dad.” She was smiling, but it was almost sad, her dark eyes distant. After a moment she closed her eyes and shook her head slowly, tilting it back to rest against the wall, eyes roaming away from Ariel’s face, just going over nothing, head tilting idly to the side. “I was ridiculously good with cards of all kinds, dice, anything. I was deep, deep down in the underworld, gambling my money, property, and even my life away. But for everything I won, I went out and lost even more.” She glanced over to meet the princess’s eyes, her mouth slightly parted in the way it commonly was, and her eyebrows raised in obvious languidness, as though this was impacting and serious, supposed to make a point, but not to be fussed over or worried about. “My parents were the ones always bailing me out of messes, trying so hard to fix me, break my habits, bailing me out when they knew I couldn’t do it myself. But we always fought because of that. And not just with one of them. Always with the both of them. But eventually things would settle down, I’d be alright for a while, and then I’d do it all over again. It was an endless cycle,” she ended with a shrug. But there was obviously more to the story, for she soon continued, eyebrows furrowing suddenly. “One day I messed up so bad that I didn’t think for a moment I’d get out of the situation alive. I did, obviously. But my parents… Well, they were basically held up and threatened by some of the ugly folk I owed an incredible amount of cash to. And it wasn’t just an idle threat. It was a legitimate threat on their lives… because of me.” With a heavy sigh, as though she was remembering back to that very day, she took a moment before continuing once more. “When I finally made my way up the stairs to my home, I was met with my parents waiting there for me. They… mm…” Her eyelids lowered slightly, lips in a quiet expression, face calm, surprisingly collected for its obvious sadness. “They basically told me they didn’t have room in their lives for a screw up like me. They didn’t want me there destroying their lives like I was mine. As of that moment, they had disowned me—I wasn’t family anymore.” She brought her gaze back to the princess, her mood and what she was thinking completely unintelligible to the blonde. “I got taken in though, by my older sister, who I lived with for a few years while I finally fixed myself up—extracted myself from the chaos and cruelty of my previous life. With her help, I became who I am today. She was so patient with me, even though I had to fight my way out of things, struggling really, for a long, long time. But in the end, I made it out of that endless pit and into something I really had a knack for.” She grinned at the princess wryly, but a true smile soon broke through that expression and she smiled. “Law enforcement. So… what I’m trying to say, princess…” Djeviench leaned forward and leaned her forehead against Ariel’s, eyes twinkling delightfully. “You’ll get out of that rut sooner or later. You just have to keep on going until someone helps pull you out, or the ground levels out and you can climb out. But if you just sit there and wait for someone to save you—it may or may not happen. Besides, I don’t think you would be able to take it.” She chuckled and gently rubbed the blonde’s arm with a hand, suddenly picking up the princess and getting to her feet before setting down the other girl. “Now what do you say to us trying on some clothes for you now, since we’ve finally got a chance to?” As Djeviench gazed curiously at the princess, the blonde said nothing, but looked away from the darker girl, remaining silent for a moment longer before she surprisingly began to take off her sackcloth dress. Djeviench was thrilled and showed it, of course, grinning brightly and turning away eagerly to rifle through the many articles of clothing she had brought with her into the dressing stall. She swiftly pulled out a few dressed and held them up to the obliging princess, but then tossed them neatly over the seat provided, leaving explanations behind in the air like, “Not the right fit.” “The color is wrong.” “This one wouldn’t work with your figure.” “It despises your hair.” But eventually she blinked and gazed from the still hefty amount of clothing available and back to Ariel. Then back to the clothing, then back to Ariel. Then it was back to the clothing and she pulled out from behind a few things two dresses, a pair of casual but similarly dressy pants, and a delightfully red blouse. Hooking the two dresses onto an arm, Djeviench then handed the pants to Ariel, asking politely, “Can you get into those while I search for a skirt?” And then undid the buttons of the red blouse before handing it over to Ariel to also put on. Once the girl had properly changed, Djeviench took a step back and eyed her up and down with a smile, then a frown. “I don’t like the pants, because I think you’d look better in a skirt, but for some reason, red works fantastically with your complexion. Add a little eyeliner and eye shadow to your naturally attractive facial features to really bring out your eyes and the contrast will be stunning.” She grinned, raising a hand to her chin, studying the princess even as she waved her forward to take a look at herself in the mirror. “Now if we can just find a skirt for you, perhaps a belt, though I don’t think you’d need it, you’ll look like a completely different person, princess!” -------------------
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Posted: 2009-02-13, 06:41 AM
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Ariel Ariel stared at herself in the mirror, her brow furrowing in disbelief. She looked like a freak and felt like a little girl trying to play dress up with her mother’s clothing. “… red works fantastically with your complexion. Add a little eyeliner and eye shadow to your naturally attractive facial features to really bring out your eyes and the contrast will be stunning,” Djeviench murmured. Crazycrimefightergirl said what? Makeup? Djeviench really must have been insane if she thought that she was going to convince Ariel to put on makeup every day. Hell, even when she’d had the opportunity back home, she hardly ever touched the stuff—only on special occasions, and usually because her sister’s had made her. Furthermore, the red blouse she’d selected, though pretty, was far too constricting. The collar around her neck provided more than enough constraint on her person. And pants… Ariel was more of a jeans person. Jeans or leggings, she thought, though she’d usually worn light sundresses back home. “Whoa. Stop right there,” she said, spinning around to face Djeviench and crossing her arms. “You really think I’m going to wear makeup? Do you know me at all? Simple! I am very simple when it comes to clothing.” She stomped over the bench and began rifling through the stack of clothes she’d left there and then through the hangers suspended from the hook above. “You clearly have a good fashion sense, but I look stupid in blouses and pants and structured clothing.” She frowned as she pushed other dresses, skirts, and blouses aside. “I’d look decent in something like…”she tossed a few more things aside and stopped. She’d found it. The corners of her mouth twitched up in a small smile. “Something like this,” she proclaimed, removing the dress from behind the other hanging garments. Shedding the blouse and pants, she pulled it on and examined herself in the mirror. The dress was jade, made out of lightweight material. It hit at mid-thigh and loosely skimmed the contour of her body, occasionally swinging close enough to her leg to lightly kiss the skin as she moved. It had textured tank top straps that dipped down to the top of her (nonexistent) cleavage, exposing her neck, collarbone, and upper chest. Two textured, structured sections of cloth cupped the side of each breast, while a train of gathered fabric hung from the point of the dip. She spun around and relished the feel of the soft fabric against her bare skin. She turned to Djeviench to get her opinion. “What do you think?” Djeviench was quiet a minute. Her hands were clasped together as she rested her knuckles against her lips. She almost thought she was still thinking about what had happened back in the alley when she noticed a small smile mostly hidden by the loose fists. The smile widened slightly as she spoke, “You look deceptively ladylike, princess.” She winked. No sooner had the words left Djeviench’s mouth, than Ariel simultaneously frowned and responded with a swift kick to her companion’s leg. “Hmph!” she grunted, and stomped from the dressing room. She could hear the good-natured laughing as she marched towards the counter and presented the dress to Teresa. “I’d like to buy this,” she stated, plainly, reaching down the dress and removing a wad of neatly folded bills. Before she could ask how much she owed, a hip bumped her out of the way. “Outta my way, princess. I’ve got this,” Djeviench said, smiling at her. Ariel laughed and smiled, pushing her out of the way with her shoulder. “Thanks, but I don’t need your assistance. Now how much was it?” she asked, redirecting her attention to Teresa. Teresa told her and she flipped open her wad of money, shifting through the bills as she counted the cash in her head. Before she could finish, the bundle was snatched from her grasp. “Hey!” she cried, spinning around, reaching up for the bills Djeviench was dangling above her head. “Like I said, princess,” she responded, whipping out a debit card and handing it to a bemused Teresa. “I want to buy you a dress.” “No! I don’t…need your money,” she replied, jumping for the cash, before grabbing the top of Djeviench’s shirt and pulling the taller girl down slight to eyelevel. She demanded, threateningly, “Give it back.” Djeviench paused a moment, staring at Ariel before saying in a voice just above a whisper, “I insist upon it.” She glanced at the counter behind her and smiled at the blond. “Besides, it’s too late now. Thanks, Teresa.” “What?” Ariel asked, releasing Djeviench’s shirt and turning around. Djeviench reached around her as she signed the receipt and pushed it back across the counter, grabbing her card as she pulled back. “But wait,” the shorter girl protested, grabbing the edge of the counter. Teresa’s shoulders trembled as she tried to hold back the amusement she was clearly getting from the scene playing out in front of her. “Here you go, princess,” the dark-haired youth replied, laying Ariel’s money on the counter in front of her and smiling coyly. “You—” she started, grabbing her money and folding it back up. Djeviench stared at her, smiling playfully. Sighing almost inaudibly and looking down as she pushed passed her. “Thank you,” she mumbled, grudgingly. Ariel swept took long strides down the street as she glanced around at the surrounding boutiques. Since he’d sacrificed his shirt for her ankle, at the least, Jaden needed a new top, but why not get him a new outfit while she was at it. Something warmer. Though he’d never admit it, Ariel suspected that he did get cold walking around in his wrap around. Systematically, she worked her way up the street, stepping into Shal, Low, and Co. to purchase a new outfit for Jaden (she figured he was about the same size as Djeviench, ironically, so she’d used her companion as a model for the semi-tight jeans, second-skin shirt, and zip-up hoodie she’d selected). Then she’d purchased some hygienic products at Scrub-a-Dub, two blankets at JC Dillards, and a messenger bag at Sweltering Conversation. Sighing with content, Ariel stepped from the last store and looked around, preparing to hit up another boutique when a sudden thought occurred to her. “Oh no!” she gasped. She dropped her bags on the ground and felt around her person. The bag with their foodstuffs and money—where had it gone?“It’s not here. Damnit! We must have left it behind,” she mumbled to herself. She turned to Djeviench as she continued, “I need to go, so. Thank you for your help today. It’s highly likely that we’ll ever see each other again, but, uh, it’s been…an adventure. Bye now.” She rushed down the steps and back towards the town gates. She had to go get that. Everything they had left was in that bag. She hoped it was still there. Jaden Jaden smirked. “I don’t particularly care if I understand your ‘other reasons.’ The fact that you bought her with perverted intentions is unacceptable.” The man was not yet finished. “I have warned you... Now please, leave this place without the girl... I cannot win three to one, but I cannot fail my master...” Jaden frowned. He figured this was his cue to ask about the guy’s master, but he didn’t really care. He just didn’t want to see this girl mistreated any longer. Obviously she’d been abused before, and she was scared. She reminded him of Ariel. Jaden was only faintly surprised when the man drew his sword so quickly. He was patently anxious about something. “This won’t be pleasant for anyone,” he sighed. “Not for you at least,” Jaden replied, drawing Tristan from the folds of his wrap. “Come on now. Let’s get this over with.” -------------------
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