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[div class=tag]mood[/div] "let's get this shit"
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LA was where he was meant to be. Once a country boy in a small town now a city boy in the biggest city in the USA. Yeah, it was pretty stereotypical but Rylan didn't give a fuck. He was where he was meant to fucking be. After getting into an incredibly brutal fight with his father he decided he was done. He was twenty-four for christ sake, it was time to grow up. So he left, packed his shit and moved from the small town of Ohio to LA. Fast forward a month and Rylan was living the fucking dream. Newest recruit as a DJ at one of the hottest nightclubs in the city: Trebbon. Easy take-home of four hundred a night, things were looking pretty damn good.
"Let's get it! I don't want to see a single person sitting on their asses!" Rylan shouted into the mic, headphones pressed against one ear as he continued the track. He had managed to hold on to the gig, which apparently wasn't so easy for the other DJ's prior. Rylan was interactive which probably helped. Or the fact that he had helped out the milf of an owner in a way or two. There was less than an hour left until the club closed, it was only Thursday so they closed around eleven. Who knew people still partied on a weekday?
The brunette stared into the crowd, watching the underly-clad females act as if they were strippers against men who looked like they needed to go to sleep. He never understood why a woman had to dress like that to get attention but he wasn't exactly complaining. Every pair of boobs were different, you couldn't convince him otherwise. Speaking of boobs, Rylan's eyes caught sight of a blonde making her rounds to the different tables. He hadn't gotten her name but he saw her serving almost every night. He could tell, she had the best set of boobs in the whole building. He just knew it.
Rylan's eyes caught glimpse of a male, who reminded him of a gorilla due to the build he had, reach and grab onto said smoking hot blonde's ass. Oh, the fuck he did. "Woah! Hey King-Kong!" The music cut quickly, bodies stopping their movements at Rylan's sharp tone. "You touch her ass one more time and I'm going to fuck you up." Rylan wasn't exactly the most intimidating man. He stood at at a whopping six feet tall, skinny but fit form but he was lanky. Not exactly your average fighter but that never stopped him from fighting. As if on queue, the monkey-man reached down his hand now grabbing a full palm of the blonde's ass cheek. "Alright and here we go ladies and gentlemen."
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LA was where he was meant to be. Once a country boy in a small town now a city boy in the biggest city in the USA. Yeah, it was pretty stereotypical but Rylan didn't give a fuck. He was where he was meant to fucking be. After getting into an incredibly brutal fight with his father he decided he was done. He was twenty-four for christ sake, it was time to grow up. So he left, packed his shit and moved from the small town of Ohio to LA. Fast forward a month and Rylan was living the fucking dream. Newest recruit as a DJ at one of the hottest nightclubs in the city: Trebbon. Easy take-home of four hundred a night, things were looking pretty damn good."Let's get it! I don't want to see a single person sitting on their asses!" Rylan shouted into the mic, headphones pressed against one ear as he continued the track. He had managed to hold on to the gig, which apparently wasn't so easy for the other DJ's prior. Rylan was interactive which probably helped. Or the fact that he had helped out the milf of an owner in a way or two. There was less than an hour left until the club closed, it was only Thursday so they closed around eleven. Who knew people still partied on a weekday?
The brunette stared into the crowd, watching the underly-clad females act as if they were strippers against men who looked like they needed to go to sleep. He never understood why a woman had to dress like that to get attention but he wasn't exactly complaining. Every pair of boobs were different, you couldn't convince him otherwise. Speaking of boobs, Rylan's eyes caught sight of a blonde making her rounds to the different tables. He hadn't gotten her name but he saw her serving almost every night. He could tell, she had the best set of boobs in the whole building. He just knew it.
Rylan's eyes caught glimpse of a male, who reminded him of a gorilla due to the build he had, reach and grab onto said smoking hot blonde's ass. Oh, the fuck he did. "Woah! Hey King-Kong!" The music cut quickly, bodies stopping their movements at Rylan's sharp tone. "You touch her ass one more time and I'm going to fuck you up." Rylan wasn't exactly the most intimidating man. He stood at at a whopping six feet tall, skinny but fit form but he was lanky. Not exactly your average fighter but that never stopped him from fighting. As if on queue, the monkey-man reached down his hand now grabbing a full palm of the blonde's ass cheek. "Alright and here we go ladies and gentlemen."
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It had been almost a month since Rylan left, almost a month since the house turned into a free-for-all. The fight between her brother and father was pretty nasty and something that she never wanted to ever go through again. Rylan was her protection, he always had been and now that he was gone she had a target on her back. The blonde had made the decision to leave after her father had her up against the wall for the fourth time since Rylan left. Yes, she loved her mother but not enough for the bullshit that kept going down. Their mother, Anna, had the option to go but the stupid bitch stayed. Quinn had no respect for that and she realized it was time to get out of there while she could. Thankfully her brother told her to pack her shit and move in with him. And well...that is what she did.
Quinn sighed as she stared up at the sky, eyes moving from one star to the other. LA was the complete opposite from Ohio. It was loud, exciting, and freeing. Everything about it made Quinn feel at ease, even when she was standing at a disgustingly unhygienic bus stop at ten at night. "R, I should be there in a bit. -Q." Sending a quick text to her brother, she pushed the iphone back into her jacket pocket while shifting from one leg to the other. How long do busses take to get to a bus stop? This was the first time on a bus, the one she had been on earlier had taken her to a completely different part of the large city.
The blonde eyed a few other people who were waiting for the same bus stop. Most of them looked harmless, some looked like they needed showers but hey she wasn't going to judge. Her eyes caught onto one person in particular, a boy but not just any boy a Korean boy. Was that racist? Probably. Almost on queue the screech from tires being pressed to a stop by brakes rang through the blonde's head, her gaze moving from the boy to the bus. Ah, right. Bus. Quinn blinked before grabbing her suitcase off of the sidewalk. She waited patiently for the other people to get onto the bus before moving onto it herself. Once again the boy was there and the girl couldn't help but feel intrigued. There wasn't a lot of Korean's in Ohio, okay? Quinn sat opposite of the boy on the bus, her eyes glued to him as she sat across from said boy. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
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It had been almost a month since Rylan left, almost a month since the house turned into a free-for-all. The fight between her brother and father was pretty nasty and something that she never wanted to ever go through again. Rylan was her protection, he always had been and now that he was gone she had a target on her back. The blonde had made the decision to leave after her father had her up against the wall for the fourth time since Rylan left. Yes, she loved her mother but not enough for the bullshit that kept going down. Their mother, Anna, had the option to go but the stupid bitch stayed. Quinn had no respect for that and she realized it was time to get out of there while she could. Thankfully her brother told her to pack her shit and move in with him. And well...that is what she did.Quinn sighed as she stared up at the sky, eyes moving from one star to the other. LA was the complete opposite from Ohio. It was loud, exciting, and freeing. Everything about it made Quinn feel at ease, even when she was standing at a disgustingly unhygienic bus stop at ten at night. "R, I should be there in a bit. -Q." Sending a quick text to her brother, she pushed the iphone back into her jacket pocket while shifting from one leg to the other. How long do busses take to get to a bus stop? This was the first time on a bus, the one she had been on earlier had taken her to a completely different part of the large city.
The blonde eyed a few other people who were waiting for the same bus stop. Most of them looked harmless, some looked like they needed showers but hey she wasn't going to judge. Her eyes caught onto one person in particular, a boy but not just any boy a Korean boy. Was that racist? Probably. Almost on queue the screech from tires being pressed to a stop by brakes rang through the blonde's head, her gaze moving from the boy to the bus. Ah, right. Bus. Quinn blinked before grabbing her suitcase off of the sidewalk. She waited patiently for the other people to get onto the bus before moving onto it herself. Once again the boy was there and the girl couldn't help but feel intrigued. There wasn't a lot of Korean's in Ohio, okay? Quinn sat opposite of the boy on the bus, her eyes glued to him as she sat across from said boy. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
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Trebbon was busy as usual. Even for a Thursday night, Blaire was kept running around serving drinks and the occasional meals or snacks. Most of the people here tonight were business men and women (unsurprisingly) and their... partners. Could she even call them that? Bee wasn't sure, but she didn't care. They brought in fucking great tips; that was all that mattered to her. Of course, keeping a few extra buttons undone on her work blouse definitely helped, not to mention flirting with them. Though it might have been a little low, it paid her rent. And that was all Blaire needed.
What she didn't fucking need, though, was idiot men grabbing her ass. The young woman had just set down the last of her drinks for the table when she felt a large hand cupping her ass and giving it an uncomfortably tight squeeze. Bee immediately stiffened, an angry glare crossing her features as she turned to the man responsible. But before she could kindly ask him to never put his hand on her body again, the music cut out and the DJ's voice called him out. A satisfied smirk began to cross the blonde's face at that. There was nothing she loved more than getting revenge. That thought, though, crossed her mind a little too quickly because in the next second, the asshole's hand was back on her fucking ass. And this time he'd grabbed her hard. "Hey!" She growled angrily, moving to smack it off of her. But the worst part of this all was knowing that if she was too rude, she wouldn't be getting her tips from this table. And there were six people sitting here.
"Dude, seriously, don't touch me like that," Blaire snapped once his hand had been removed from her ass, an angry glint in her eyes. She appreciated the DJ helping her out like that. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him here either, though she knew he was new to town. He'd only started coming here a month ago, but she liked his music. It was good, not to mention he interacted with the crowd well. But would that end tonight after he'd called out the guy who had grabbed her ass? Bee hoped not; she'd feel shitty if it did.
What she didn't fucking need, though, was idiot men grabbing her ass. The young woman had just set down the last of her drinks for the table when she felt a large hand cupping her ass and giving it an uncomfortably tight squeeze. Bee immediately stiffened, an angry glare crossing her features as she turned to the man responsible. But before she could kindly ask him to never put his hand on her body again, the music cut out and the DJ's voice called him out. A satisfied smirk began to cross the blonde's face at that. There was nothing she loved more than getting revenge. That thought, though, crossed her mind a little too quickly because in the next second, the asshole's hand was back on her fucking ass. And this time he'd grabbed her hard. "Hey!" She growled angrily, moving to smack it off of her. But the worst part of this all was knowing that if she was too rude, she wouldn't be getting her tips from this table. And there were six people sitting here.
"Dude, seriously, don't touch me like that," Blaire snapped once his hand had been removed from her ass, an angry glint in her eyes. She appreciated the DJ helping her out like that. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him here either, though she knew he was new to town. He'd only started coming here a month ago, but she liked his music. It was good, not to mention he interacted with the crowd well. But would that end tonight after he'd called out the guy who had grabbed her ass? Bee hoped not; she'd feel shitty if it did.
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Fights usually end due to one of the opponents not backing down to other said opponent. This was how Rylan usually won his fights. No matter how much larger or stronger the other person was, Rylan could strike the fear of God into them. Well, he was more of an instigator and would push people to get into a fight with him. Either way, Rylan usually won most of his fights. Keyword: most. The brunette hopped off the DJ stand, making his way through the now still crowd until he found the monkey man and the hot blonde. The monkey man was a fucking gorilla when close up. Rylan pushed away the flinch that was attempting to come over his face, his eyes staring at the back of the large man's head. "Ah, fuck me."
Ignoring the buzz coming from his pocket from his cellphone, Rylan quickly grabbed ahold of the man's right shoulder pulling him back slightly. Quinn was more than likely texting him, but she knew where the key was to his apartment. Besides, he'd be home relatively soon. As long as he wasn't killed by this fucking giant. What he wouldn't do for a woman. "Listen asshole, do you not understand english?" Rylan spat, his eyes focused on the man now turning his body completely towards him. The tall man scoffed, a wide smirk crossing his overly large lips. "What do you think you're going to do?" Rylan's gaze narrowed slightly as the other came two steps closer to him. It seemed as if the man grew larger every step. Silently, the brunette turned his gaze to the blonde he was doing all this for. Yeah, she was worth it.
"I sure as hell won't let you put another hand on her." Rylan's gaze snapped back on the man who was now fully in front of him. "Little bitch is always asking for it. Leaning over to serve the drinks. She's begging to be---" A tight fist connected with the side of the man's left cheek. Rylan grunted at the force he used to hit the man before he was able to finish his sentence. "You're mother did an awful job raising you." The brunette sighed before turning his head back to blonde. "I don't believe I've gotten your name. I'm--" "Dead." Before Rylan could finish the sentence, his body was being raised up off the ground from an extremely pissed off gorilla man.
Hanging in the air by one of said man's hands, Rylan scrunched his nose as he closed his eyes from the impact of the other man's free fist colliding with his side. Yeah, that was going to hurt tomorrow. Without hesitating, Rylan reached out grabbing a full bottle of beer from the table next to him. With one swing the beer bottle collided with the man's head, smashing instantly causing the man to drop and Rylan to drop down next to him. "God damn it." Rylan groaned as his hand gently touched his side, pressing his palm against his rib cage. Oh yeah, they were bruised if not broken. Taking in a quick breathe, Rylan exhaled before shaking his head. Nope, just bruised. "Rylan. I'm Rylan." The brunette grinned, his chocolate brown eyes moving to meet the blonde's once more. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
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Fights usually end due to one of the opponents not backing down to other said opponent. This was how Rylan usually won his fights. No matter how much larger or stronger the other person was, Rylan could strike the fear of God into them. Well, he was more of an instigator and would push people to get into a fight with him. Either way, Rylan usually won most of his fights. Keyword: most. The brunette hopped off the DJ stand, making his way through the now still crowd until he found the monkey man and the hot blonde. The monkey man was a fucking gorilla when close up. Rylan pushed away the flinch that was attempting to come over his face, his eyes staring at the back of the large man's head. "Ah, fuck me."Ignoring the buzz coming from his pocket from his cellphone, Rylan quickly grabbed ahold of the man's right shoulder pulling him back slightly. Quinn was more than likely texting him, but she knew where the key was to his apartment. Besides, he'd be home relatively soon. As long as he wasn't killed by this fucking giant. What he wouldn't do for a woman. "Listen asshole, do you not understand english?" Rylan spat, his eyes focused on the man now turning his body completely towards him. The tall man scoffed, a wide smirk crossing his overly large lips. "What do you think you're going to do?" Rylan's gaze narrowed slightly as the other came two steps closer to him. It seemed as if the man grew larger every step. Silently, the brunette turned his gaze to the blonde he was doing all this for. Yeah, she was worth it.
"I sure as hell won't let you put another hand on her." Rylan's gaze snapped back on the man who was now fully in front of him. "Little bitch is always asking for it. Leaning over to serve the drinks. She's begging to be---" A tight fist connected with the side of the man's left cheek. Rylan grunted at the force he used to hit the man before he was able to finish his sentence. "You're mother did an awful job raising you." The brunette sighed before turning his head back to blonde. "I don't believe I've gotten your name. I'm--" "Dead." Before Rylan could finish the sentence, his body was being raised up off the ground from an extremely pissed off gorilla man.
Hanging in the air by one of said man's hands, Rylan scrunched his nose as he closed his eyes from the impact of the other man's free fist colliding with his side. Yeah, that was going to hurt tomorrow. Without hesitating, Rylan reached out grabbing a full bottle of beer from the table next to him. With one swing the beer bottle collided with the man's head, smashing instantly causing the man to drop and Rylan to drop down next to him. "God damn it." Rylan groaned as his hand gently touched his side, pressing his palm against his rib cage. Oh yeah, they were bruised if not broken. Taking in a quick breathe, Rylan exhaled before shaking his head. Nope, just bruised. "Rylan. I'm Rylan." The brunette grinned, his chocolate brown eyes moving to meet the blonde's once more. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
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Location: Bus stop โฌ On the bus
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yousmelldead
[Quinn]
Listening to: "Beautiful Goodbye" by Chen
His whole damn body was aching.
Hyun walked slowly, hand in his pockets and music blaring in his earphones, as he slowly made his way towards the bus stop. He had been at the family restaurant since six in the morning and was only making his way home now. I mean, whose smart idea was it to have the fresh vegetable delivery at six-thirty, and then to have the meat delivery at lunchtime? By the time he had sorted out the vegetables and began to create some fresh new kimchi, the meat order came and he had to find space to place it all in the freezer. Once that was all finished and the kimchi was stored away, it was time to open the shop up for the day โ which was the time his parents decided to rock up and start working.
He wouldโve left and finished for the day when they arrived had it not been for the large crowd of customers which unexpectedly rocked up without a booking and expected to be seated straight away. And so, it meant he had to stay back until the next staff member was coming in to do the night shift. He could feel all his muscles ache in his body as he slowly walked up the hill towards the bus stop. I mean, it also didnโt help that he had Volleyball practice yesterday. All he could think about was going to a Korean spa like he would when they were little and still living in Korea, and just spend some time relaxing in the saunas and ice rooms. Fat chance of that happening. He had to be up early again tomorrow for more Volleyball practice.
It felt like his calves were about to catch on fire as he finally arrived at his desired location. He placed his hands in his pockets and let out a satisfied sigh, gazing up and down the street to see if the bus was due to be here any time soon. As his dark eyes travelled, he couldnโt help but notice how many freaking people were taking the bus so late at night. It normally wasnโt this packed. Ah man, he was praying silently to himself that he would get a seat because his legs were about to turn into jelly. But as his eyes travelled, they happened to land on a female. Okay, she was cute. Blonde hair and dark eyes? Yeah, she was really cute. All the sudden the said cute girlโs head turned in his direction and Hyun quickly darted his gaze. Holy crap, can she hear my thoughts? The boy questioned himself, feeling his heart race in his chest.
Thankfully, the bus arrived and Hyun was quick to jump on. Okay. Re-group. Check yourself before you mess yourself. The boy allowed another shaky exhale to fall from his lips as he walked towards a seat, slipping his backpack off as he sat down and placed it between his legs. Thank God he got a seat. The song on his earphones finished and began to lightly play a Korean ballad song by an artist named Chen. Okay, this was relaxing as hell. He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning back into the chair and feeling like he could drift off any second from now. Slowly, his dark eyes peeped open to ensure that his surroundings were safe enough for him to get some shut-eye for the course of the bus trip.
Okay. Crap. No. No. No. It wasnโt safe.
The cute girl from the bus stop wasโฆ starring at him. Automatically, Hyun felt his body stiffen as he sat up straight and quickly darted his eyes away from the girl. Why is she looking at me? Do I have something on my face? Oh crap, did I already fall asleep and drool everywhere and sheโs judging how I drooled? Wait. What if she wants to kill me? She has a suitcase next to her. What if it has dead bodies in it or something? The boyโs eyes widened at the thought, his eyes quickly glancing at the girlโs suitcase and slowly up to her face โ ah crap! โ He turned his head completely away, looking out of the window behind him, as he saw that she was still looking at him. He could feel his heart race in his chest. Of course. The cute ones always end up being the psychotic murderers, right? He was so tired that heโd have no chance of trying to defend himself. He was literally dead.
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Location: Bus stop โฌ On the bus
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[Quinn]Listening to: "Beautiful Goodbye" by Chen
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His whole damn body was aching.
Hyun walked slowly, hand in his pockets and music blaring in his earphones, as he slowly made his way towards the bus stop. He had been at the family restaurant since six in the morning and was only making his way home now. I mean, whose smart idea was it to have the fresh vegetable delivery at six-thirty, and then to have the meat delivery at lunchtime? By the time he had sorted out the vegetables and began to create some fresh new kimchi, the meat order came and he had to find space to place it all in the freezer. Once that was all finished and the kimchi was stored away, it was time to open the shop up for the day โ which was the time his parents decided to rock up and start working.
He wouldโve left and finished for the day when they arrived had it not been for the large crowd of customers which unexpectedly rocked up without a booking and expected to be seated straight away. And so, it meant he had to stay back until the next staff member was coming in to do the night shift. He could feel all his muscles ache in his body as he slowly walked up the hill towards the bus stop. I mean, it also didnโt help that he had Volleyball practice yesterday. All he could think about was going to a Korean spa like he would when they were little and still living in Korea, and just spend some time relaxing in the saunas and ice rooms. Fat chance of that happening. He had to be up early again tomorrow for more Volleyball practice.
It felt like his calves were about to catch on fire as he finally arrived at his desired location. He placed his hands in his pockets and let out a satisfied sigh, gazing up and down the street to see if the bus was due to be here any time soon. As his dark eyes travelled, he couldnโt help but notice how many freaking people were taking the bus so late at night. It normally wasnโt this packed. Ah man, he was praying silently to himself that he would get a seat because his legs were about to turn into jelly. But as his eyes travelled, they happened to land on a female. Okay, she was cute. Blonde hair and dark eyes? Yeah, she was really cute. All the sudden the said cute girlโs head turned in his direction and Hyun quickly darted his gaze. Holy crap, can she hear my thoughts? The boy questioned himself, feeling his heart race in his chest.
Thankfully, the bus arrived and Hyun was quick to jump on. Okay. Re-group. Check yourself before you mess yourself. The boy allowed another shaky exhale to fall from his lips as he walked towards a seat, slipping his backpack off as he sat down and placed it between his legs. Thank God he got a seat. The song on his earphones finished and began to lightly play a Korean ballad song by an artist named Chen. Okay, this was relaxing as hell. He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning back into the chair and feeling like he could drift off any second from now. Slowly, his dark eyes peeped open to ensure that his surroundings were safe enough for him to get some shut-eye for the course of the bus trip.
Okay. Crap. No. No. No. It wasnโt safe.
The cute girl from the bus stop wasโฆ starring at him. Automatically, Hyun felt his body stiffen as he sat up straight and quickly darted his eyes away from the girl. Why is she looking at me? Do I have something on my face? Oh crap, did I already fall asleep and drool everywhere and sheโs judging how I drooled? Wait. What if she wants to kill me? She has a suitcase next to her. What if it has dead bodies in it or something? The boyโs eyes widened at the thought, his eyes quickly glancing at the girlโs suitcase and slowly up to her face โ ah crap! โ He turned his head completely away, looking out of the window behind him, as he saw that she was still looking at him. He could feel his heart race in his chest. Of course. The cute ones always end up being the psychotic murderers, right? He was so tired that heโd have no chance of trying to defend himself. He was literally dead.
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"why does he keep
looking at me like i'm the crazy one?"
looking at me like i'm the crazy one?"
location: bus to next bus stop
mood: intrigued
mentions: hyun && rylan
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The bus was much louder than the blonde had anticipated it to be. Quinn frowned as she sat back in the rough seat, eyes not moving from the boy sitting across from her. She watched as his eyes fluttered closed before exhaling. Okay, stop it Quinn you are being creepy as fuck. She couldn't quite pinpoint her new fascination with the boy, but she could already tell it was unhealthy. Her mother always told her that she obsessed on things and should probably see someone about that issue. This was one of those times that she wished she listened to her mother's advice.
Almost on queue, dark eyes snapped open in almost a wary state. Crap, did he feel her watching him? A panicked look crossed the boy's face, causing Quinn to stiffen in the already incredibly stiff seat. That was a yes. The other sat up straight his gaze moving quickly away from her own. Great, now he thought she was insane. Or maybe he was the insane one? Quinn bit down on her lower lip as she contemplated the thought. She did always have a thing for the crazy ones. Eyes now at the suitcase beside her, Quinn narrowed her eyes at the boy before looking at the black suitcase. Why was he looking at---oh my god was he a thief?!
Cautiously, Quinn raised the suitcase until she was clutching part of it to her chest. There was definitely something wrong with this kid. He was now turned completely away towards the window. Her dark eyes found his once more in the reflection of the window, one hand now grabbing the cell phone from her jacket pocket. This was probably a good time to call Rylan to make sure he was at his apartment before this psycho Korean kid stole her shit and killed her. Glancing at the phone quickly, she pushed the call button to her brother only to get his voicemail. "Ugh, pick up you fucker." After a second attempt at trying to reach her brother, she shoved the phone into her pocket.
The bus came to a screeching halt, causing Quinn to jerk slightly from the impact. Her head snapped towards the front of the bus, reading what stop they were at. Ah, crap this was her. The blonde slowly rose, clutching her suitcase in one hand while the other went for her pocket to grab ahold of the pepper spray keychain. Fuck it, if this boy wanted to steal her shit and kill her then she wasn't going down without a fight.
Almost on queue, dark eyes snapped open in almost a wary state. Crap, did he feel her watching him? A panicked look crossed the boy's face, causing Quinn to stiffen in the already incredibly stiff seat. That was a yes. The other sat up straight his gaze moving quickly away from her own. Great, now he thought she was insane. Or maybe he was the insane one? Quinn bit down on her lower lip as she contemplated the thought. She did always have a thing for the crazy ones. Eyes now at the suitcase beside her, Quinn narrowed her eyes at the boy before looking at the black suitcase. Why was he looking at---oh my god was he a thief?!
Cautiously, Quinn raised the suitcase until she was clutching part of it to her chest. There was definitely something wrong with this kid. He was now turned completely away towards the window. Her dark eyes found his once more in the reflection of the window, one hand now grabbing the cell phone from her jacket pocket. This was probably a good time to call Rylan to make sure he was at his apartment before this psycho Korean kid stole her shit and killed her. Glancing at the phone quickly, she pushed the call button to her brother only to get his voicemail. "Ugh, pick up you fucker." After a second attempt at trying to reach her brother, she shoved the phone into her pocket.
The bus came to a screeching halt, causing Quinn to jerk slightly from the impact. Her head snapped towards the front of the bus, reading what stop they were at. Ah, crap this was her. The blonde slowly rose, clutching her suitcase in one hand while the other went for her pocket to grab ahold of the pepper spray keychain. Fuck it, if this boy wanted to steal her shit and kill her then she wasn't going down without a fight.
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Blaire was just about to take matters into her own hands when she noticed the DJ hopping down off of the stage and approaching them, the crowd quiet and still as they wondered what might happen next. Turning her eyes back to the large man in front of her, she shot him a disapproving look, eyes narrowed as he smirked down at her. Clearly he didn't see anything wrong with grabbing her ass like that. Well, that was rather unfortunate, wasn't it? What was worse, though, was knowing there wasn't much she could do about it if she wanted to keep herself in good standing with the night club. And she desperately needed this job. If she lost it, well, she could look to the streets for her next home and that wasn't fucking happening.
This wasn't the first time something like this had gone on in the club. Guys hit on her in the rudest of ways and Bee had had her ass grabbed before tonight, too. Though she did her best to put a stop to it in a professional way to avoid losing her damn job, there wasn't a shit ton she could really do about it. But tonight, the DJ seemed intent on changing that. What happened over the next two minutes had the waitress wide eyed, her tray clutched to her chest as she witnessed the monkey man and brunette go after each other. Jesus Christ, was this really over her of all fucking people?
Blaire was brought of her shocked trance when the beer bottle was smashed against the large man's head, her emerald eyes immediately flickering between the two men before finally coming to rest on the DJ. His own chocolate brown ones met her gaze seconds later, the sound of his name causing a disbelieving smile to cross her face. Well then. He was something else. And it was fucking hot. "Blaire," the blonde answered before her eyes dropped to the hand held against his side. Concern flooded her expression and she stepped forward to take his free hand. "C'mon, let's get the fuck out of here before he comes back for more." Without another glance, Blaire turned and led Rylan away, her eyes connecting with a coworker's at the bar.
Although Bee said nothing, it was evident what she was doing. She needed to end her shift now. Screw working another fifteen minutes until the club closed down. After dragging Rylan through the crowd full of slightly stunned people, they made it to the backroom. "At least let me take care of you after what you did for me back there," she murmured, letting the door fall closed behind them before she released Rylan's hand and turned to face him. Raising a brow, she searched his eyes, wondering if he'd give in and let her make sure he was okay before they parted ways. Surely both his ribs and knuckles were bruised, if not worse. God, she hoped not worse. It wasn't worth it for her, especially not when guys touched her like that somewhat frequently.
This wasn't the first time something like this had gone on in the club. Guys hit on her in the rudest of ways and Bee had had her ass grabbed before tonight, too. Though she did her best to put a stop to it in a professional way to avoid losing her damn job, there wasn't a shit ton she could really do about it. But tonight, the DJ seemed intent on changing that. What happened over the next two minutes had the waitress wide eyed, her tray clutched to her chest as she witnessed the monkey man and brunette go after each other. Jesus Christ, was this really over her of all fucking people?
Blaire was brought of her shocked trance when the beer bottle was smashed against the large man's head, her emerald eyes immediately flickering between the two men before finally coming to rest on the DJ. His own chocolate brown ones met her gaze seconds later, the sound of his name causing a disbelieving smile to cross her face. Well then. He was something else. And it was fucking hot. "Blaire," the blonde answered before her eyes dropped to the hand held against his side. Concern flooded her expression and she stepped forward to take his free hand. "C'mon, let's get the fuck out of here before he comes back for more." Without another glance, Blaire turned and led Rylan away, her eyes connecting with a coworker's at the bar.
Although Bee said nothing, it was evident what she was doing. She needed to end her shift now. Screw working another fifteen minutes until the club closed down. After dragging Rylan through the crowd full of slightly stunned people, they made it to the backroom. "At least let me take care of you after what you did for me back there," she murmured, letting the door fall closed behind them before she released Rylan's hand and turned to face him. Raising a brow, she searched his eyes, wondering if he'd give in and let her make sure he was okay before they parted ways. Surely both his ribs and knuckles were bruised, if not worse. God, she hoped not worse. It wasn't worth it for her, especially not when guys touched her like that somewhat frequently.
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weldherwings
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Location: On the bus โฌ Walking home
Mentions:
yousmelldead
[Quinn]
Listening to: "Crying Out" by D.O.
Outfit: White shirt, black jumper, black coat, black skinny jeans and black Nike shoes along with his - you guessed it - black bag
What was with this chick and staring at him?!
Even as he gazed out of the window, the surface created a great mirror as it combined with the darkness loaming outside. And within seconds of turning away, he found his eyes once again reconnecting with hers. What the hell was going on?! She was for sure going to kill him. She was doing that thing โ what was it calledโฆ? Was it grooming? Was she grooming him? Wait, that wasnโt the right word. Crap, she was on the phone now. She was probably calling her partner in crime to be ready so they could snatch him and run. Okay, so maybe he was being overdramatic. Maybe it was going to be nothing. But what if the one time he left his guard down as the one time that she was going to attack him?
He wondered how long he had been processing his thoughts. Because all the sudden, the bus was coming to a stop. Hyunโs dark eyes gazed up towards the front of the bus to see the illuminated sign that indicated where they were. Right. This was his stop. He took hold of his bag and stood to his full heightโฆ only to pause. She was standing up too. His eyes widened slightly, tempted to say something to the female about how she could be a potential stalker with aims of putting his organs onto the black market. He wanted to tell her how Asian meat probably wasnโt even that expensive and she was wasting her time and energy on trying to slaughter him to sell.
Okay, no. Itโs just by chance that sheโs getting off at the same time. Sheโs not here to kill you.
Well, letโs hope that the voice in his head was right. He gazed at the female, noticing her appearance now he was seeing her in a better light. She was shorter than him, but not by a shocking amount. He stood at 169 centimetres himself, and there was no way this girl shorter than 160. She was probably around 162 centimetres or something like that. Her blonde hair reminded him of sun-kissed days and her brown eyes oddly brought some sort of peace and comfort. Man, he had thought she was pretty when she stood at the bus stop. But up close, he could see that she was even prettier. Heck, they were in crap lighting also. He wondered how she would look in the daytime. Would she be so pretty that his little mind would explode?
He didnโt realise he had been staring until he heard the grunt of another passenger, asking him to move. Oh crap, yeah! He was meant to be getting off the bus! His brain decided to restart itself after having an unexpected malfunction. Quickly, Hyun placed his bag over his shoulders and made his way off the bus โ not without thanking the bus driver because, well, manners were free, werenโt they? Once he was off the bus, he didnโt hesitate to start walking in the direction of his apartment complex straight away all the while muttering a little prayer to himself. He was not about to get murdered. No sir. Not today, Satan.
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yousmelldead
[Quinn]Listening to: "Crying Out" by D.O.
Outfit: White shirt, black jumper, black coat, black skinny jeans and black Nike shoes along with his - you guessed it - black bag
ใโง
What was with this chick and staring at him?!
Even as he gazed out of the window, the surface created a great mirror as it combined with the darkness loaming outside. And within seconds of turning away, he found his eyes once again reconnecting with hers. What the hell was going on?! She was for sure going to kill him. She was doing that thing โ what was it calledโฆ? Was it grooming? Was she grooming him? Wait, that wasnโt the right word. Crap, she was on the phone now. She was probably calling her partner in crime to be ready so they could snatch him and run. Okay, so maybe he was being overdramatic. Maybe it was going to be nothing. But what if the one time he left his guard down as the one time that she was going to attack him?
He wondered how long he had been processing his thoughts. Because all the sudden, the bus was coming to a stop. Hyunโs dark eyes gazed up towards the front of the bus to see the illuminated sign that indicated where they were. Right. This was his stop. He took hold of his bag and stood to his full heightโฆ only to pause. She was standing up too. His eyes widened slightly, tempted to say something to the female about how she could be a potential stalker with aims of putting his organs onto the black market. He wanted to tell her how Asian meat probably wasnโt even that expensive and she was wasting her time and energy on trying to slaughter him to sell.
Okay, no. Itโs just by chance that sheโs getting off at the same time. Sheโs not here to kill you.
Well, letโs hope that the voice in his head was right. He gazed at the female, noticing her appearance now he was seeing her in a better light. She was shorter than him, but not by a shocking amount. He stood at 169 centimetres himself, and there was no way this girl shorter than 160. She was probably around 162 centimetres or something like that. Her blonde hair reminded him of sun-kissed days and her brown eyes oddly brought some sort of peace and comfort. Man, he had thought she was pretty when she stood at the bus stop. But up close, he could see that she was even prettier. Heck, they were in crap lighting also. He wondered how she would look in the daytime. Would she be so pretty that his little mind would explode?
He didnโt realise he had been staring until he heard the grunt of another passenger, asking him to move. Oh crap, yeah! He was meant to be getting off the bus! His brain decided to restart itself after having an unexpected malfunction. Quickly, Hyun placed his bag over his shoulders and made his way off the bus โ not without thanking the bus driver because, well, manners were free, werenโt they? Once he was off the bus, he didnโt hesitate to start walking in the direction of his apartment complex straight away all the while muttering a little prayer to himself. He was not about to get murdered. No sir. Not today, Satan.
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i'd let you
take care of me
any day.
take care of me
any day.
location: trebbon night club
mood: broken ribs? totally worth it.
interactions: smoking blonde
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sereiin
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Did the smashing of the beer bottle go too far? Rylan eyed the man still unconscious on the floor, his eyebrows furrowing together slightly. Yeah, too far but fuck it. The prick deserved every minute of laying on the disgusting club floor. Hand still pressed to his side, Rylan gazed up at the girl before pulling himself up off the floor. "Blaire.", he repeated as the name rolled right off the tip of his tongue. That was a name he'd like to hear more often. The mood shifted to worry on the blonde's face making Rylan's eyebrows drop before the warmth of her hand in his engulfed his body.
Mouth agape, Rylan stared wide-eyed at the blonde as she told him that they needed to get the fuck out of there. His heart couldn't handle it. She was gorgeous and she had a potty mouth. Please lord, take me now. Never a follower, Rylan stayed silent as he was swept away through the crowd and into the backroom with the girl--Blaire. He was in the backroom with Blaire. His cell phone was vibrating repeatedly now in his back pocket, the vibration startling him slightly. Not now Quinn, you are on your fucking own. Hopefully she wasn't being killed cause she was shit out of luck right now.
The brunette stared at Blaire as she spoke softly, finally turning towards him in the dark backroom. She wanted to take care of him? Well, he sure as hell wasn't going to say no. "I did what was right, men are pigs." Rylan let his fingers slowly unbutton the buttons to his shirt before allowing the garment to fall onto the floor. "It'd be different if you had asked for it..." Rylan relaxed his shoulders, allowing the cool air to hit his now bare chest before he took the remaining steps to Blaire.
"You want to do this, right here?", he breathed, dark eyes now focused on the blonde's lips. The fact that she wanted to take care of him after doing a heroic deed was pretty fucking cool. Unless it was literally taking care of the bruises....and had no sexual influence. Then this was real awkward.
Mouth agape, Rylan stared wide-eyed at the blonde as she told him that they needed to get the fuck out of there. His heart couldn't handle it. She was gorgeous and she had a potty mouth. Please lord, take me now. Never a follower, Rylan stayed silent as he was swept away through the crowd and into the backroom with the girl--Blaire. He was in the backroom with Blaire. His cell phone was vibrating repeatedly now in his back pocket, the vibration startling him slightly. Not now Quinn, you are on your fucking own. Hopefully she wasn't being killed cause she was shit out of luck right now.
The brunette stared at Blaire as she spoke softly, finally turning towards him in the dark backroom. She wanted to take care of him? Well, he sure as hell wasn't going to say no. "I did what was right, men are pigs." Rylan let his fingers slowly unbutton the buttons to his shirt before allowing the garment to fall onto the floor. "It'd be different if you had asked for it..." Rylan relaxed his shoulders, allowing the cool air to hit his now bare chest before he took the remaining steps to Blaire.
"You want to do this, right here?", he breathed, dark eyes now focused on the blonde's lips. The fact that she wanted to take care of him after doing a heroic deed was pretty fucking cool. Unless it was literally taking care of the bruises....and had no sexual influence. Then this was real awkward.
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"stay back!
i know how to use this!"
i know how to use this!"
location: bus stop --> apartment stairwell
mood: "i'm going to be killed"
mentions: hyun && rylan
outfit: i'm wearing this
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weldherwings
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weldherwings
He was getting up to get off the bus. Was that by chance? No, it couldn't be. Quinn bit down on her lower lip as she stared at the boy across from her. It was almost as if they were in one of those old western movies. You know, the ones where they have a standoff and stare at each other until one shoots. "Well partner, draw.", she breathed silently as she narrowed her eyes at the boy. To be honest, when the bus lit up to allow everyone off she got a better look at him. Even though he looked tired, he was handsome and had this innocent aurora about him. Something she found admirable. Stop thinking about how great he is, he's a psychopath. Quinn shook her head of the thoughts, watching as the boy got off the bus before slowly making her way off of it.
The blonde smiled at the bus driver, saying a small thank you before she gazed at the street sign. Okay, Rylan said that once she made it off the bus she had to take a right. Quinn turned her body, her feet moving now as she made a mental note of Rylan's directions. She was never taking the bus again. Thankfully Rylan had her bike in a storage unit so once she got here she was able to get it. This whole killer asian situation was going to be traumatic. Speaking of the killer asian....
Dark eyes snapping forward, Quinn stared at the said boy's back as she kept walking ensuring there was at least four feet between them. That would give her a pretty good head start if she had to book it. At least that was what CSI: Miami taught her. Maybe this would be the right time to just run past him and head straight to the apartment building? As long as Rylan gave her the right directions, she should be there at any moment.
"Fuck it." The blonde took off, suitcase tucked up under one arm as she passed the stalker. Rounding the corner, Quinn made her way to the apartment building, flinging herself through the front doors before making it fully up one flight of stairs. "Two more to go.", she panted completely out of breathe as she trudged up the following staircases before reaching the final doorway to Rylan's floor. God damn, she was out of shape. Turning her head, Quinn eyed the empty stairwell before placing the suitcase down, pressing her back against the wall next to the open doorway of the third floor. She just needed a little breather. The girl slid down the wall, her bottom resting against the floor as she took in a few deep breathes.
The blonde smiled at the bus driver, saying a small thank you before she gazed at the street sign. Okay, Rylan said that once she made it off the bus she had to take a right. Quinn turned her body, her feet moving now as she made a mental note of Rylan's directions. She was never taking the bus again. Thankfully Rylan had her bike in a storage unit so once she got here she was able to get it. This whole killer asian situation was going to be traumatic. Speaking of the killer asian....
Dark eyes snapping forward, Quinn stared at the said boy's back as she kept walking ensuring there was at least four feet between them. That would give her a pretty good head start if she had to book it. At least that was what CSI: Miami taught her. Maybe this would be the right time to just run past him and head straight to the apartment building? As long as Rylan gave her the right directions, she should be there at any moment.
"Fuck it." The blonde took off, suitcase tucked up under one arm as she passed the stalker. Rounding the corner, Quinn made her way to the apartment building, flinging herself through the front doors before making it fully up one flight of stairs. "Two more to go.", she panted completely out of breathe as she trudged up the following staircases before reaching the final doorway to Rylan's floor. God damn, she was out of shape. Turning her head, Quinn eyed the empty stairwell before placing the suitcase down, pressing her back against the wall next to the open doorway of the third floor. She just needed a little breather. The girl slid down the wall, her bottom resting against the floor as she took in a few deep breathes.
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A quiet chuckle escaped Blaire as Rylan spoke, finding herself nodding her head in agreement. He was right. Men were pigs. But he was proving that he wasn't quite as bad, which admittedly turned her on a little more than she'd ever say out loud. Damn his fucking good looks. But just as Bee made to respond, the brunette's fingers unbuttoned the last of his shirt, the material immediately falling away from his frame to reveal a toned torso underneath. The sight had the girl stammering, eyes going wide as he stepped up to her. Jesus Chris, what the fuck was... Then she noticed his gaze dropping to her lips, the action causing her to freeze. Fuck. Would it be bad if she stole one, tiny little kiss? Just one? Those plump lips looked so inviting...
Swallowing hard, Blaire contemplated it for a moment before saying a mental 'fuck it' and leaning up to connect their lips. Her hands moved to his cheeks as she stood on her tip toes, kissing him hard for several moments before pulling away and smirking up at him. "I didn't mean let me take care of you in a sex type of way," she giggled, her hands falling to his shoulders as she fell back on her heels again. "But I figured you deserved a little kiss. Now c'mon, let's get you back home, yeah?" Flashing Rylan a small grin, Bee stepped away and grabbed her coat, sliding it over her uniform before slinging her purse over her shoulder.
After double checking that she hadn't forgotten anything, and pretending that the kiss had never happened, Blaire turned back to Rylan and offered him a small smile before stepping out of the backroom with him in tow. They managed to get out of the club without an issue, the monkey man thankfully not noticing them. Truth be told, Bee wasn't sure if it was because he hadn't seen them or if he was still unconscious, but whatever. She didn't give a shit about him. Once out of Trebbon, though, the blonde paused and glanced up at Rylan, raising a brow. "Lead the way home, Romeo," she teased, smirking as she waited for him to show her the way back to his place.
Blaire had gone home with guys before, but tonight... well this was different. Mostly because she wasn't going home with Rylan to have sex with him, but rather to make sure his injuries were taken care of. She felt bad that he'd gotten beat up because of her, even if he had handed money man his ass. To her, it felt like the least she could do was make sure Rylan was okay; she knew she would feel horribly guilty if she didn't.
Swallowing hard, Blaire contemplated it for a moment before saying a mental 'fuck it' and leaning up to connect their lips. Her hands moved to his cheeks as she stood on her tip toes, kissing him hard for several moments before pulling away and smirking up at him. "I didn't mean let me take care of you in a sex type of way," she giggled, her hands falling to his shoulders as she fell back on her heels again. "But I figured you deserved a little kiss. Now c'mon, let's get you back home, yeah?" Flashing Rylan a small grin, Bee stepped away and grabbed her coat, sliding it over her uniform before slinging her purse over her shoulder.
After double checking that she hadn't forgotten anything, and pretending that the kiss had never happened, Blaire turned back to Rylan and offered him a small smile before stepping out of the backroom with him in tow. They managed to get out of the club without an issue, the monkey man thankfully not noticing them. Truth be told, Bee wasn't sure if it was because he hadn't seen them or if he was still unconscious, but whatever. She didn't give a shit about him. Once out of Trebbon, though, the blonde paused and glanced up at Rylan, raising a brow. "Lead the way home, Romeo," she teased, smirking as she waited for him to show her the way back to his place.
Blaire had gone home with guys before, but tonight... well this was different. Mostly because she wasn't going home with Rylan to have sex with him, but rather to make sure his injuries were taken care of. She felt bad that he'd gotten beat up because of her, even if he had handed money man his ass. To her, it felt like the least she could do was make sure Rylan was okay; she knew she would feel horribly guilty if she didn't.
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weldherwings
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Location: Walking home โฌ Staircase
Mentions:
yousmelldead
[Quinn]
Weaponed with: Be careful!
Outfit: click meg
Okay, justโฆ donโt look back. Donโt look back. Youโve seen all those horror films. They always go for the ethnic people first. Justโฆ donโt look back and you should be fine. He continued to chant inside his head. Well, I meanโฆ maybe she wasnโt even going to follow him? Maybe it was just all in his mind and he was over thinking thin- okay, no, she was behind him. Oh damn, why the hell did he look over his shoulder? Did his head no just tell him not to do that? And what did he just decide to do? Look over his damn shoulder. This was it. He was dead. He was going to be cut up into little pieces and fed to some pigs. Well, considering they lived in the city and there were no pigs, then maybe the next best thing to do with his body after cutting it up would be to use it in sushi. Okay, and thatโs an Asian dish. Man, it would be perfect. Wait, why the hell was he planning his own death and helping her think of ways to hide his body?!
All the sudden, something happened that made him yelp in fear and almost crap his pants. The said girl from the bus was darting past him, holding her suitcase tightly under her arm and flinging herself around the corner. Hyun paused on the spot for a moment, feeling his heart beat like crazy as he stared at the path she just ran with a confused complexion. Didโฆ did she just discover that he knew she probably had a dead body in her suitcase and she was running to make sure no one else found out about it? His eyes widened slightly at the thought, his feet slowly starting to move forward. And sheโฆ she even ran around the corner that he had to goโฆ
Slowly and cautiously, Hyun made his way around the corner and half expected her to jump out and attack him. Butโฆ she wasnโt there. In fact, no one was there. Well, thatโs great. She was probably hiding somewhere and getting ready to jump out of nowhere. It was okayโฆ he came prepared for situations like these. Well, not really. But thankfully, he had a wooden spoon in his backpack. His Umma had bought it on the way to work today and had asked him to bring it home for the kitchen. Thank God she did that today out of all days. Quickly, he took the wooden item out of his backpack before venturing his way towards the apartment building he lived in, his hands tightly grasped onto the spoon.
The place seemed to beโฆ well, dead, really. Once he was on the staircase, he allowed himself to tense less. He could finally breathe properly. I mean, his calves were on freaking fire. But at least now he knew he was close to home and the damn stalker was no where to be foun- the stalker! His dark eyes widened as he saw her standing before him, stumbling as he missed the next step of the stairs. Automatically, he extended his arm which held onto the wooden spoon and pointed it at the female.
โHow the hell do you know where I live?!โ he said in aโฆ well, I want to say brave voice butโฆ meh, not quite there. โI donโt have anything valuable โ and if you kill me people will see it as a hate crime.โ
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Mentions:
yousmelldead
[Quinn]Weaponed with: Be careful!
Outfit: click meg
ใโง
Okay, justโฆ donโt look back. Donโt look back. Youโve seen all those horror films. They always go for the ethnic people first. Justโฆ donโt look back and you should be fine. He continued to chant inside his head. Well, I meanโฆ maybe she wasnโt even going to follow him? Maybe it was just all in his mind and he was over thinking thin- okay, no, she was behind him. Oh damn, why the hell did he look over his shoulder? Did his head no just tell him not to do that? And what did he just decide to do? Look over his damn shoulder. This was it. He was dead. He was going to be cut up into little pieces and fed to some pigs. Well, considering they lived in the city and there were no pigs, then maybe the next best thing to do with his body after cutting it up would be to use it in sushi. Okay, and thatโs an Asian dish. Man, it would be perfect. Wait, why the hell was he planning his own death and helping her think of ways to hide his body?!
All the sudden, something happened that made him yelp in fear and almost crap his pants. The said girl from the bus was darting past him, holding her suitcase tightly under her arm and flinging herself around the corner. Hyun paused on the spot for a moment, feeling his heart beat like crazy as he stared at the path she just ran with a confused complexion. Didโฆ did she just discover that he knew she probably had a dead body in her suitcase and she was running to make sure no one else found out about it? His eyes widened slightly at the thought, his feet slowly starting to move forward. And sheโฆ she even ran around the corner that he had to goโฆ
Slowly and cautiously, Hyun made his way around the corner and half expected her to jump out and attack him. Butโฆ she wasnโt there. In fact, no one was there. Well, thatโs great. She was probably hiding somewhere and getting ready to jump out of nowhere. It was okayโฆ he came prepared for situations like these. Well, not really. But thankfully, he had a wooden spoon in his backpack. His Umma had bought it on the way to work today and had asked him to bring it home for the kitchen. Thank God she did that today out of all days. Quickly, he took the wooden item out of his backpack before venturing his way towards the apartment building he lived in, his hands tightly grasped onto the spoon.
The place seemed to beโฆ well, dead, really. Once he was on the staircase, he allowed himself to tense less. He could finally breathe properly. I mean, his calves were on freaking fire. But at least now he knew he was close to home and the damn stalker was no where to be foun- the stalker! His dark eyes widened as he saw her standing before him, stumbling as he missed the next step of the stairs. Automatically, he extended his arm which held onto the wooden spoon and pointed it at the female.
โHow the hell do you know where I live?!โ he said in aโฆ well, I want to say brave voice butโฆ meh, not quite there. โI donโt have anything valuable โ and if you kill me people will see it as a hate crime.โ
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๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ก๐ฌ๐ข๐
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"what are you going to do?
spank me?""
spank me?""
location: apartment stairwell
mood: "a spoon, really?"
mentions: hyun
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weldherwings
mood: "a spoon, really?"
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After this whole debacle, she was going to have to start running again for sure. Apparently LA was littered with crazy ass people, she needed to get her cardio game back on point. Quinn took in one last breathe before coming to her feet, hands now gripping the suitcase once again. If Rylan wasn't home he said that his key would be located under the door mat. How original. He was practically begging to be robbed. She loved her brother, but he was a fucking idiot.
The blonde froze, eyes moving to the distinct clatter of footsteps coming up the stairwell. Relax Quinn, you lost that--KILLER! The suitcase dropped to the floor as she took a step back, right hand now shoved into her pocket to retrieve the small pepper spray keychain. The male stumbled on the stairs causing her hand to whip out from the jacket pocket, feet planted and arms out in front of her with her thumb pressed softly against the nozzle of the keychain. "One more step buddy and I'll use this!" She shouted, eyes narrowing at the boy before dropping to the spoon pointed at her.
What the fuck? Quinn frowned, eyebrows pulling together as she watched the boy shout at her. Did his voice just crack? The blonde dropped her stance, arms going to her side as she stared at him. "Excuse me?" Slowly, Quinn took a step forward before reaching out and yanking the wooden spoon from his hands. "How do you know where I now live!" ,she retorted before tapping the spoon against the boy's dark hair. "What were you going to do with this? Spank me?" A laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head, now kneeling to get on the boys level. He was no killer that was for sure.
What gave it away, you ask? The wooden spoon as his weapon of choice. "I literally just moved here. I'm living with my brother." Quinn eyed the boy once more before extending her hand free hand towards the boy. "I'm Quinn."
The blonde froze, eyes moving to the distinct clatter of footsteps coming up the stairwell. Relax Quinn, you lost that--KILLER! The suitcase dropped to the floor as she took a step back, right hand now shoved into her pocket to retrieve the small pepper spray keychain. The male stumbled on the stairs causing her hand to whip out from the jacket pocket, feet planted and arms out in front of her with her thumb pressed softly against the nozzle of the keychain. "One more step buddy and I'll use this!" She shouted, eyes narrowing at the boy before dropping to the spoon pointed at her.
What the fuck? Quinn frowned, eyebrows pulling together as she watched the boy shout at her. Did his voice just crack? The blonde dropped her stance, arms going to her side as she stared at him. "Excuse me?" Slowly, Quinn took a step forward before reaching out and yanking the wooden spoon from his hands. "How do you know where I now live!" ,she retorted before tapping the spoon against the boy's dark hair. "What were you going to do with this? Spank me?" A laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head, now kneeling to get on the boys level. He was no killer that was for sure.
What gave it away, you ask? The wooden spoon as his weapon of choice. "I literally just moved here. I'm living with my brother." Quinn eyed the boy once more before extending her hand free hand towards the boy. "I'm Quinn."
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fuck, i'm going
to marry this girl
one day.
to marry this girl
one day.
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weldherwings
mood: i love this game
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sereiin
weldherwings
Oh shit, she was actually going to do this. Right here. Right now. Rylan watched Blaire stammer slightly before connecting their eyes. To be honest, he was taken back by the 'fuck it' gleam in her eye. Within seconds her lips found his own, causing Rylan to take in a quick breathe but before he even managed to lean into her lips they were gone. Well, fuck. Eyes still closed, Rylan's mouth was agape as her hands slipped from his cheeks. What just happened?
Her voice broke his thoughts, dark brown eyes snapping open as he tilted his head to stare bewildered at the blonde. What was she even saying? Rylan blinked a few times, feeling the warmth of her hands now pressed against his shoulders. This apparently was not his day because a.) girls never say no and b.) he hadn't gotten flustered by a girl since fourth grade. Rylan stared at the blonde as she spoke, trying to calm his racing thoughts before he simply nodded. Yeah, sure, I'll follow whatever you want me to-I'm Rylan.
The brunette scrunched up his face slightly, shaking his head before focusing on Blaire who was now pulling on her jacket. Oh, right yeah she was bringing him home. "Get it together bro." , he muttered to himself, leaning down and grabbing his shirt from the floor before pulling it back onto his body unbuttoned. Rylan eyed Blaire once more as he followed her out the backroom and out of the club, his eyes permanently attached to the back of her head. She was acting like the kiss didn't even happen. What the hell was going on. Her voice broke through his ears once again causing his head to snap in her direction. Romeo. Oh lord, take me now.
"Right this way, Juliet." Rylan cleared his throat, pushing his confusion down as he got back in 'the game'. He had to get his shit together because whatever this was, was not him. Thankfully the club to his apartment wasn't too far, so the walk was quick. The brunette opened the door to the apartment building, waiting for Blaire to walk through before he made his way to the stairwell. Was it Friday the thirteenth? "Quinn, what the fuck are you doing?" Rylan paused as he reached the top of the stairwell, staring at his younger sister holding a spoon to some Korean kids head. "This is kinky, even for you."
Her voice broke his thoughts, dark brown eyes snapping open as he tilted his head to stare bewildered at the blonde. What was she even saying? Rylan blinked a few times, feeling the warmth of her hands now pressed against his shoulders. This apparently was not his day because a.) girls never say no and b.) he hadn't gotten flustered by a girl since fourth grade. Rylan stared at the blonde as she spoke, trying to calm his racing thoughts before he simply nodded. Yeah, sure, I'll follow whatever you want me to-I'm Rylan.
The brunette scrunched up his face slightly, shaking his head before focusing on Blaire who was now pulling on her jacket. Oh, right yeah she was bringing him home. "Get it together bro." , he muttered to himself, leaning down and grabbing his shirt from the floor before pulling it back onto his body unbuttoned. Rylan eyed Blaire once more as he followed her out the backroom and out of the club, his eyes permanently attached to the back of her head. She was acting like the kiss didn't even happen. What the hell was going on. Her voice broke through his ears once again causing his head to snap in her direction. Romeo. Oh lord, take me now.
"Right this way, Juliet." Rylan cleared his throat, pushing his confusion down as he got back in 'the game'. He had to get his shit together because whatever this was, was not him. Thankfully the club to his apartment wasn't too far, so the walk was quick. The brunette opened the door to the apartment building, waiting for Blaire to walk through before he made his way to the stairwell. Was it Friday the thirteenth? "Quinn, what the fuck are you doing?" Rylan paused as he reached the top of the stairwell, staring at his younger sister holding a spoon to some Korean kids head. "This is kinky, even for you."
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weldherwings
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yousmelldead
[Quinn + Rylan]
Was weaponed with: Be careful!
Outfit: click me
She wasโฆ dropping her stance? Hyun paused for a moment, staring at the female as if she was crazy. Did she think that maybe he was too easy of a target that she didnโt need to try and defend herself? That she could take him out in one swift movement? Oh, the anxiety continued to rise in his chest as he thought about all the stupidity of this situation and how he just wanted to go home and sleep. He was tired, a little bit hungry, and could go with maybe two hours of playing some Call of Duty. But here they were โ standing in a hallways, staring at each other with one of them armed (quite smartly, Hyun had to admit) with pepper spray and the other with a wooden spoon (not as smart, in his honest opinion. The pepper spray was going to win a thousand times quicker than his damn spoon any day).
All the sudden, she made her move. She extended her arm as she stepped forward and wanked the spoon from his hands. โAh-โ he went to begin speaking, about to almost start instantly pleading with her. I mean, either he was going to die in the hands of this stranger or in the hands of his Umma if this girl was deciding to steal the spoon or not. Heโd rather die the first way to be honest. So, he pursed his lips closed and gazed up at the female with an anxious expression. An anxious expression whichโฆ fell into a confused one. Sheโฆ wanted to know how he knew where she lived? Hyun raised a brow in confusion, his lips parting slightly. As he felt the spoon hit on top of his head, he flinched, automatically placing his hand on top where Quinn had touched his hair. Okay, so it didnโt hurt. But it was the fear of the unknown that was driving him crazy. What if she decided to whack him across the head with the spoon and take him captive?!
โWhat were you going to do with this? Spank me?โ
Oh. My. God.
He could feel his face automatically burn up. How much of a creep must he had looked carrying that spoon around? He wanted to defend himself, tell her that she was the one who was acting all creepy (even though she was far from it). But he found that his throat had decided to close up as he attempted to speak. Well, he was damn embarrassed. He wanted to just crawl in a hole and die right now. As she continued to explain that she had just moved here, he could feel his face burn even more. Soโฆ she was going to be living in the same complex? Which meantโฆ they would be seeing each other a lotโฆ Which meansโฆ he had just blown off the perfect opportunity to seem really cool and introduce himself as a cool guy. Great.
His dark eyes followed as she extended her arm once more, causing him to flinch slightly but paused as he gazed down to see why she had extended her arm. Oh. A hand shake? His eyes travelled from her hand, up her arm and finally landing on her face. Well. It could only go up from here on out, right? He swallowed his pride and slowly brought his hand up to shake hers. โHyun.โ He responded, mentally imprinting her face to her name. No doubt heโd be seeing a lot of her around. It was within three seconds of him introducing himself that he heard a voice from behind, causing him to jump.
Oh man. It was this guy. She wasโฆ this guyโs sister?
Automatically, he brought his hand back and looked at Rylan with caution. He had never really interacted with him before โ but saw him in the hallways or going up and down the stairs. But his Umma and Appa told him to never go near him. That he was a bad influence and was most likely constantly followed by the cops. With this preconceived image of Rylan in his mind, Hyun remained still so the brother and sister could interact, and he wouldnโt get into anyoneโs way. But dammit, he still needed that spoon before he could leave. With Rylanโs words, he could feel his face burning up even more. Ah yes, he could see where Quinn got it from.
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Location: Staircase
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yousmelldead
[Quinn + Rylan]Was weaponed with: Be careful!
Outfit: click me
ใโง
She wasโฆ dropping her stance? Hyun paused for a moment, staring at the female as if she was crazy. Did she think that maybe he was too easy of a target that she didnโt need to try and defend herself? That she could take him out in one swift movement? Oh, the anxiety continued to rise in his chest as he thought about all the stupidity of this situation and how he just wanted to go home and sleep. He was tired, a little bit hungry, and could go with maybe two hours of playing some Call of Duty. But here they were โ standing in a hallways, staring at each other with one of them armed (quite smartly, Hyun had to admit) with pepper spray and the other with a wooden spoon (not as smart, in his honest opinion. The pepper spray was going to win a thousand times quicker than his damn spoon any day).
All the sudden, she made her move. She extended her arm as she stepped forward and wanked the spoon from his hands. โAh-โ he went to begin speaking, about to almost start instantly pleading with her. I mean, either he was going to die in the hands of this stranger or in the hands of his Umma if this girl was deciding to steal the spoon or not. Heโd rather die the first way to be honest. So, he pursed his lips closed and gazed up at the female with an anxious expression. An anxious expression whichโฆ fell into a confused one. Sheโฆ wanted to know how he knew where she lived? Hyun raised a brow in confusion, his lips parting slightly. As he felt the spoon hit on top of his head, he flinched, automatically placing his hand on top where Quinn had touched his hair. Okay, so it didnโt hurt. But it was the fear of the unknown that was driving him crazy. What if she decided to whack him across the head with the spoon and take him captive?!
โWhat were you going to do with this? Spank me?โ
Oh. My. God.
He could feel his face automatically burn up. How much of a creep must he had looked carrying that spoon around? He wanted to defend himself, tell her that she was the one who was acting all creepy (even though she was far from it). But he found that his throat had decided to close up as he attempted to speak. Well, he was damn embarrassed. He wanted to just crawl in a hole and die right now. As she continued to explain that she had just moved here, he could feel his face burn even more. Soโฆ she was going to be living in the same complex? Which meantโฆ they would be seeing each other a lotโฆ Which meansโฆ he had just blown off the perfect opportunity to seem really cool and introduce himself as a cool guy. Great.
His dark eyes followed as she extended her arm once more, causing him to flinch slightly but paused as he gazed down to see why she had extended her arm. Oh. A hand shake? His eyes travelled from her hand, up her arm and finally landing on her face. Well. It could only go up from here on out, right? He swallowed his pride and slowly brought his hand up to shake hers. โHyun.โ He responded, mentally imprinting her face to her name. No doubt heโd be seeing a lot of her around. It was within three seconds of him introducing himself that he heard a voice from behind, causing him to jump.
Oh man. It was this guy. She wasโฆ this guyโs sister?
Automatically, he brought his hand back and looked at Rylan with caution. He had never really interacted with him before โ but saw him in the hallways or going up and down the stairs. But his Umma and Appa told him to never go near him. That he was a bad influence and was most likely constantly followed by the cops. With this preconceived image of Rylan in his mind, Hyun remained still so the brother and sister could interact, and he wouldnโt get into anyoneโs way. But dammit, he still needed that spoon before he could leave. With Rylanโs words, he could feel his face burning up even more. Ah yes, he could see where Quinn got it from.
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blaire amherst
This man... Blaire would never admit it, but she would definitely jump into bed with him. Tonight. Unfortunately for Rylan, she wasn't about to just confess that, so it was absolutely not going to happen. But she still thought it. Maybe it was the lingering feeling of that kiss on her lips that had caused her to think like that. Whatever it was, she was just going to make sure she kept it to herself. Even if Rylan really was fucking hot. The blonde was broken from her thoughts when he spoke up, playing along with her game and calling her Juliet in response to her Romeo. A giggle escaped her at that; damnit, did he have to make her practically swoon over him?
Without hesitating, Blaire followed along beside the brunette as he led the way to his home. But a minute in, she began to realize that this was the exact route she took to get back to her apartment, which had her frowning to herself. What the hell? Did he somehow know where she lived? Deciding to leave it for now, the two continued on together, but then they were literally walking right into her fucking apartment building. Bee hesitated at the door before slowly stepping inside, starting to feel completely weird about this now. Rylan had to somehow know this was where she lived, didn't he? Was he fucking with her? Oh god, what if he was actually a serial killer posing as a wicked DJ? She was so fucked.
Before Blaire could gather her thoughts enough to voice any of this to the man, though, they were at the top of the stairs, barely feet away from her apartment door. Shit. But there were two other people here, a girl and a boy. And Rylan seemed to know exactly who the girl was. Eyes widening, Bee looked between the two, confusion ever present on her face as she wondered just what the fuck was going on.
"Fuck, um... What's going on, exactly? And how the hell do you know where I live, Rylan? I thought you weren't a pig like all the other men," Blaire voiced her confused thoughts, brows pinched together as she crossed her arms and stared up at him. Seriously, what the hell was going on? Had he stalked her? Because if he had... Boy was he about to get a total ass kicking.
Without hesitating, Blaire followed along beside the brunette as he led the way to his home. But a minute in, she began to realize that this was the exact route she took to get back to her apartment, which had her frowning to herself. What the hell? Did he somehow know where she lived? Deciding to leave it for now, the two continued on together, but then they were literally walking right into her fucking apartment building. Bee hesitated at the door before slowly stepping inside, starting to feel completely weird about this now. Rylan had to somehow know this was where she lived, didn't he? Was he fucking with her? Oh god, what if he was actually a serial killer posing as a wicked DJ? She was so fucked.
Before Blaire could gather her thoughts enough to voice any of this to the man, though, they were at the top of the stairs, barely feet away from her apartment door. Shit. But there were two other people here, a girl and a boy. And Rylan seemed to know exactly who the girl was. Eyes widening, Bee looked between the two, confusion ever present on her face as she wondered just what the fuck was going on.
"Fuck, um... What's going on, exactly? And how the hell do you know where I live, Rylan? I thought you weren't a pig like all the other men," Blaire voiced her confused thoughts, brows pinched together as she crossed her arms and stared up at him. Seriously, what the hell was going on? Had he stalked her? Because if he had... Boy was he about to get a total ass kicking.
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"who's the blonde?"
location: apartment stairwell
mood: "rylan, you are such a dick."
interactions: hyun, rylan, the blonde
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weldherwings
sereiin
mood: "rylan, you are such a dick."
interactions: hyun, rylan, the blonde
tags:
weldherwings
sereiin
Quinn had to admit, the different emotions flashing on and off the boy's face was adorable. The blonde stared down at him, head tilting to the side as she watched him go from anxious to embarrassed in sixty seconds. Her hand extending caused the other to flinch, making Quinn stiffen ever so slightly at the reaction. Oh, so he scared easily. That was good to know. "Hyun." Quinn repeated as she placed his name in her brain mentally, a smile coming to her face. "Quinn, what the fuck are you doing?"
The blonde's head snapped up, dark eyes now staring at her older brother who was now standing at the top of the stairs. Of course he would show up, right now. Quinn huffed, bottom lip jutting out slightly as she glared at Rylan. How dare he act like she was doing something wrong?! He was the one who didn't answer his cell phone when she was almost killed by spoon boy. "Rylan, do you always not answer your phone?", she retorted back as she gripped the spoon tightly in her right hand before letting go of Hyun's hand with her left one.
"I thought I was being followed and killed! And you..." Quinn eyed the girl on the side of her brother who seemed to be equally as shocked, "You don't answer your phone because you're too busy getting laid!" The blonde had a tendency to jump to conclusions and she was more than aware that she was probably leaping at this point but she didn't care. The other blonde had now spoken, arms crossed and man did she look pissed. Quinn frowned, spoon still aimed at Hyun's head as she watched Rylan and the other woman.
Pig, like the other men? Quinn snorted, a laugh erupting through her lips at the statement. Oh boy, this poor girl had no idea how much of a pig dear Rylan was. She watched as Rylan began to explain himself before he turned his body back, eyes now focused on Quinn. "Wait, you were being followed?" Quinn frowned as she watched her brother's eyes move from her own down to the spoon that was pointed at Hyun...oh fuck.
"Rylan!" The blonde shouted as Hyun was lifted up into the air, back pressed harshly into the wall by none other than Rylan himself. "Rylan! Put him down! He wasn't following me after all! It was a misunderstanding!" Quinn shrieked as the spoon dropped from her hand, her fingers now grasping her brother's arms in a sad attempt to pull him off of Hyun.
The blonde's head snapped up, dark eyes now staring at her older brother who was now standing at the top of the stairs. Of course he would show up, right now. Quinn huffed, bottom lip jutting out slightly as she glared at Rylan. How dare he act like she was doing something wrong?! He was the one who didn't answer his cell phone when she was almost killed by spoon boy. "Rylan, do you always not answer your phone?", she retorted back as she gripped the spoon tightly in her right hand before letting go of Hyun's hand with her left one.
"I thought I was being followed and killed! And you..." Quinn eyed the girl on the side of her brother who seemed to be equally as shocked, "You don't answer your phone because you're too busy getting laid!" The blonde had a tendency to jump to conclusions and she was more than aware that she was probably leaping at this point but she didn't care. The other blonde had now spoken, arms crossed and man did she look pissed. Quinn frowned, spoon still aimed at Hyun's head as she watched Rylan and the other woman.
Pig, like the other men? Quinn snorted, a laugh erupting through her lips at the statement. Oh boy, this poor girl had no idea how much of a pig dear Rylan was. She watched as Rylan began to explain himself before he turned his body back, eyes now focused on Quinn. "Wait, you were being followed?" Quinn frowned as she watched her brother's eyes move from her own down to the spoon that was pointed at Hyun...oh fuck.
"Rylan!" The blonde shouted as Hyun was lifted up into the air, back pressed harshly into the wall by none other than Rylan himself. "Rylan! Put him down! He wasn't following me after all! It was a misunderstanding!" Quinn shrieked as the spoon dropped from her hand, her fingers now grasping her brother's arms in a sad attempt to pull him off of Hyun.
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"you followed my sister?!"
location: the apartment stairwell
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sereiin
weldherwings
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sereiin
weldherwings
Something about this whole picture was not right. Rylan stared at Quinn as she snapped her head up in an attempt to understand what was going on. His eyes narrowed at the younger girl who had snapped back at him for not answering his cell phone. Typical Quinn, this was not going to end well. The brunette opened his mouth to speak before he was cut off by Quinn, "I thought I was being followed and killed! And you..." She was being followed? By who? She literally just got to the damn city. "You don't answer your phone because you're too busy getting laid!" God damnit Quinn.
Mouth now agape, Rylan balled his fist up tightly as he had the sudden urge to completely knock his smart-mouth of a sister out. Chill out Rylan, chill out. The male took in a few deep breathes before he closed his mouth, turning his attention back to Blaire who now looked as if she was going to knock him out. "Blaire....", he started before clamping his mouth shut as the blonde started to speak. Yeah, this was not going to go well at all. Rylan frowned, shaking his head at Blaire as she spoke. Wait, what she lived here too? "What? No--" Rylan bit down on his tongue as she finished her statement about him being a pig just like every other man.
"No! I live here." The snort coming from Quinn's lips caught Rylan off guard, his head wiping in her direction as he glared at the girl. She was dead. Wait, dead...followed. Rylan paused as he moved his gaze from Quinn to the spoon in her hand before finally landing on the male still on the ground. "Wait, you were being followed?" Now it all made sense as to why Quinn had a spoon pointed at the male's head on the ground. Without hesitation, Rylan moved swiftly hands gripping said male by his shirt pressing him roughly against the wall of the apartment building. No, Rylan wasn't extremely big but he was scrappy and stronger than he looked.
Ignoring the shout from Quinn, Rylan leaned his face closer to the male's as he pressed him higher up on the wall so his feet were off the floor. "You were following my sister?!" "Rylan! Put him down! He wasn't following me after all! It was a misunderstanding!" He could feel Quinn's hands now hastily trying to remove his hands from the boy's shirt. Wait, he knew this kid. "Dude, don't you live two doors down from me?" Rylan eyed the dark haired boy before slowly lowering him back to the ground.
Mouth now agape, Rylan balled his fist up tightly as he had the sudden urge to completely knock his smart-mouth of a sister out. Chill out Rylan, chill out. The male took in a few deep breathes before he closed his mouth, turning his attention back to Blaire who now looked as if she was going to knock him out. "Blaire....", he started before clamping his mouth shut as the blonde started to speak. Yeah, this was not going to go well at all. Rylan frowned, shaking his head at Blaire as she spoke. Wait, what she lived here too? "What? No--" Rylan bit down on his tongue as she finished her statement about him being a pig just like every other man.
"No! I live here." The snort coming from Quinn's lips caught Rylan off guard, his head wiping in her direction as he glared at the girl. She was dead. Wait, dead...followed. Rylan paused as he moved his gaze from Quinn to the spoon in her hand before finally landing on the male still on the ground. "Wait, you were being followed?" Now it all made sense as to why Quinn had a spoon pointed at the male's head on the ground. Without hesitation, Rylan moved swiftly hands gripping said male by his shirt pressing him roughly against the wall of the apartment building. No, Rylan wasn't extremely big but he was scrappy and stronger than he looked.
Ignoring the shout from Quinn, Rylan leaned his face closer to the male's as he pressed him higher up on the wall so his feet were off the floor. "You were following my sister?!" "Rylan! Put him down! He wasn't following me after all! It was a misunderstanding!" He could feel Quinn's hands now hastily trying to remove his hands from the boy's shirt. Wait, he knew this kid. "Dude, don't you live two doors down from me?" Rylan eyed the dark haired boy before slowly lowering him back to the ground.
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weldherwings
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Location: Staircase
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yousmelldead
[Quinn + Rylan] +
sereiin
[Blaire]
Was weaponed with: Be careful!
Outfit: click me
All of this was justโฆ one big old mess.
Hyun remained in his spot, in complete silence as he watched the battle of the siblings take place before him. Not to mention there was another girl there tooโฆ? He was so damn confused. He felt like maybe he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Why didnโt he just stay at the shop for an extra fifteen minutes and then maybe he wouldnโt have been involved with this whole situation? It was making his damn head hurt and he didnโt know where he should be looking or what he should be keeping up to date with or anything.
But damn, he shouldโve been paying attention. Because the next thing he knew, he was being swept up and pinned against the wall. Pain pierced through his back and an โoofโ spilled past his lips as he felt his body being pinned against the wall. Panic ran through his body and his eyes widened as he gazed down to see Rylanโs fierce face before him. Automatically, in a state of anxiety and panic, Hyun brought his hands and firmly wrapped them around Rylanโs hands and wrist. Praying that holding onto his wrists and hands would either support his body or it would give Rylan the message to leave him alone. Well, heck no it didnโt. Because the next thing he knew, he could feel his feet leaving the ground and he was airborne.
Holy fudge candles.
Rylan then asked him if he had been following Quinn while the girl was trying to pull him off. In Hyunโs mind, he was trying to form a sentence โ any sentence, really! โ to respond to the aggressive male. However, the only thing that was forming in his mind was a collection of words in Korean. โIโฆ didnโtโฆโ he began to speak, his words shaking as he spoke in his native language. He felt like he sounded like a scared little lamb who was being attacked by the Big Band Wolf. Well, so much for looking good in front of a pretty girl, right? He had basically ruined his chances no matter what โ I mean, the fact that she thought he was a stalker didnโt really hurt his chance at all.
Something changed in a second. Rylanโs eyes which were once fierce and ready to dominate were now soft and questioning. Not only that, he was slowly lowering him back down while asking him a question. It took a few moments for Hyun to try and grasp back onto reality and figure out what the hell Rylan was saying and what was happening around him. Unable to find his voice, Hyun quickly nodded his head. Had the other male not been holding onto his shirt, he probably wouldโve made a dash for it and run straight to the said apartment. However, Rylan knew where he lived. If he wanted to hurt him, he would make it happen.
โIโฆ I live withโฆ my Umma and Appaโฆโ Hyun replied softly, ensuring that what he was saying wasnโt going to set Rylan off again. โIโmโฆ Lee Dong-Hyunโฆ I meanโฆโ America. Weโre in America, dammit. โDong-Hyun Leeโฆ Butโฆ you can call meโฆ Uhโฆ just Hyunโฆ if youโฆ wantโฆ umโฆโ He gazed down at Rylanโs hands which were still grasping onto his shirt. โCan Iโฆ can I go nowโฆ?โ
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yousmelldead
[Quinn + Rylan] +
sereiin
[Blaire]Was weaponed with: Be careful!
Outfit: click me
ใโง
All of this was justโฆ one big old mess.
Hyun remained in his spot, in complete silence as he watched the battle of the siblings take place before him. Not to mention there was another girl there tooโฆ? He was so damn confused. He felt like maybe he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Why didnโt he just stay at the shop for an extra fifteen minutes and then maybe he wouldnโt have been involved with this whole situation? It was making his damn head hurt and he didnโt know where he should be looking or what he should be keeping up to date with or anything.
But damn, he shouldโve been paying attention. Because the next thing he knew, he was being swept up and pinned against the wall. Pain pierced through his back and an โoofโ spilled past his lips as he felt his body being pinned against the wall. Panic ran through his body and his eyes widened as he gazed down to see Rylanโs fierce face before him. Automatically, in a state of anxiety and panic, Hyun brought his hands and firmly wrapped them around Rylanโs hands and wrist. Praying that holding onto his wrists and hands would either support his body or it would give Rylan the message to leave him alone. Well, heck no it didnโt. Because the next thing he knew, he could feel his feet leaving the ground and he was airborne.
Holy fudge candles.
Rylan then asked him if he had been following Quinn while the girl was trying to pull him off. In Hyunโs mind, he was trying to form a sentence โ any sentence, really! โ to respond to the aggressive male. However, the only thing that was forming in his mind was a collection of words in Korean. โIโฆ didnโtโฆโ he began to speak, his words shaking as he spoke in his native language. He felt like he sounded like a scared little lamb who was being attacked by the Big Band Wolf. Well, so much for looking good in front of a pretty girl, right? He had basically ruined his chances no matter what โ I mean, the fact that she thought he was a stalker didnโt really hurt his chance at all.
Something changed in a second. Rylanโs eyes which were once fierce and ready to dominate were now soft and questioning. Not only that, he was slowly lowering him back down while asking him a question. It took a few moments for Hyun to try and grasp back onto reality and figure out what the hell Rylan was saying and what was happening around him. Unable to find his voice, Hyun quickly nodded his head. Had the other male not been holding onto his shirt, he probably wouldโve made a dash for it and run straight to the said apartment. However, Rylan knew where he lived. If he wanted to hurt him, he would make it happen.
โIโฆ I live withโฆ my Umma and Appaโฆโ Hyun replied softly, ensuring that what he was saying wasnโt going to set Rylan off again. โIโmโฆ Lee Dong-Hyunโฆ I meanโฆโ America. Weโre in America, dammit. โDong-Hyun Leeโฆ Butโฆ you can call meโฆ Uhโฆ just Hyunโฆ if youโฆ wantโฆ umโฆโ He gazed down at Rylanโs hands which were still grasping onto his shirt. โCan Iโฆ can I go nowโฆ?โ
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blaire amherst
Blaire's eyes widened when the other girl, Quinn, glanced to her and accused Rylan of being too busy getting laid to answer his phone. "I'm not having sex with him!" She defended herself quickly, a shocked look on her face as if she couldn't believe this stranger would accuse her of that. Unless that was the usual for Rylan. Maybe he brought girls home all the time for sex. In that case... Oh well. Still unsure of how these two knew each other, but suddenly realizing the other boy looked vaguely familiar, Bee remained as confused as ever. What the actual fuck was going on here in the stairwell?
When Rylan turned to her after her little outburst, Bee fully expected an explanation. And she kind of got one, but it took her by complete surprise. "Wait, you live here, too?" How the hell had she never run into him before? She'd been seeing him at the club the last few weeks, of course, but never once here at the apartment building. Just then, the blonde overheard Quinn snorting in amusement, causing her to whip her head in her direction and shoot her a glare. What the fuck was she laughing at?
None of that was getting sorted out right now, however, because seconds later, Rylan had the dark haired kid pressed up against the wall behind him, his feet literally off of the floor. Eyes widening, Bee watched as the scene played out, though one statement in particular caught her attention. You were following my sister?! Ah, so Quinn was Rylan's sister. That explained a lot. And so did hearing the kid say that he lived here, too. With a shake of her head, Blaire stepped forward and grasped Rylan's arm, the one Quinn wasn't already trying to rip off of Hyun. In the hopes of helping the girl get her brother off of him, she gave his bicep a few, firm tugs.
"Rylan, let go of the poor kid," Bee laughed, amusement in her eyes as she glanced sideways at Quinn, a silent question in her eyes. Was Rylan always getting himself into fucking fights? First the giant of a man back in the nightclub and now this. Although Hyun clearly wasn't a threat like the man in the club, that was for sure. And, yeah, Blaire appreciated that Rylan had stuck up for her back at Trebbon (who knew what might have happened if he hadn't), but she didn't exactly want him getting into fights everywhere he went. Here in LA, getting into a fight with the wrong person could get him killed.
When Rylan turned to her after her little outburst, Bee fully expected an explanation. And she kind of got one, but it took her by complete surprise. "Wait, you live here, too?" How the hell had she never run into him before? She'd been seeing him at the club the last few weeks, of course, but never once here at the apartment building. Just then, the blonde overheard Quinn snorting in amusement, causing her to whip her head in her direction and shoot her a glare. What the fuck was she laughing at?
None of that was getting sorted out right now, however, because seconds later, Rylan had the dark haired kid pressed up against the wall behind him, his feet literally off of the floor. Eyes widening, Bee watched as the scene played out, though one statement in particular caught her attention. You were following my sister?! Ah, so Quinn was Rylan's sister. That explained a lot. And so did hearing the kid say that he lived here, too. With a shake of her head, Blaire stepped forward and grasped Rylan's arm, the one Quinn wasn't already trying to rip off of Hyun. In the hopes of helping the girl get her brother off of him, she gave his bicep a few, firm tugs.
"Rylan, let go of the poor kid," Bee laughed, amusement in her eyes as she glanced sideways at Quinn, a silent question in her eyes. Was Rylan always getting himself into fucking fights? First the giant of a man back in the nightclub and now this. Although Hyun clearly wasn't a threat like the man in the club, that was for sure. And, yeah, Blaire appreciated that Rylan had stuck up for her back at Trebbon (who knew what might have happened if he hadn't), but she didn't exactly want him getting into fights everywhere he went. Here in LA, getting into a fight with the wrong person could get him killed.
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yousmelldead
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[div class=name]quinn pierce
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"well, he's never going to talk to me again"
location: apartment stairwell
mood: "i'm so sorry"
interactions: hyun, rylan, the blonde
tags:
weldherwings
sereiin
mood: "i'm so sorry"
interactions: hyun, rylan, the blonde
tags:
weldherwings
sereiin
Anytime Rylan was around, everything turned into a mess. Maybe it was a bad idea to move away from home and move in with him. Nah, fuck that at least Rylan keeps things interesting. Hands still firmly gripping at Rylan's right arm, the blonde turned her gaze to the other blonde who was now trying to pull Rylan off of Hyun too. Well, maybe she wasn't just another one of Rylan's hookups. The blonde was laughing, making Quinn's nose scrunch up. This girl was just as sadistic as Rylan. Jesus Mary and Joseph.
Hands moving down, Quinn snapped her head back to Rylan who was lowering Hyun back to his feet. "Thank god." Quinn huffed, blowing out a breathe of air as she let go of her brothers arm. She looked at Hyun, tilting her head as he rattled off his name backwards and then frontwards. She wasn't sure what a Umma or an Appa was but it was probably his parents or maybe his pets. It could go either way for sure. "Now let go Rylan!"
Once her brother's hands removed themselves from the boy's shirt, Quinn pushed past her brother, hands now moving on either side of Hyun's shoulders. "Are you okay?" Quinn frowned as she moved her palms to his cheeks, lifting his head slightly to make sure Rylan didn't bruise his neck when he lifted him onto the wall. "I am so sorry, Hyun.", removing her hands from his cheeks she took a step back, grabbing the wooden spoon off of the floor before returning next to Hyun's side. Quinn extended the utensil/weapon towards Hyun, the frown not leaving her face. "I'm sorry I thought you were a stalker too."
It was unfortunate because Hyun seemed like a good guy, well now at least. Earlier was a little sketchy. "Maybe we can rewind how this all went sometime?"
Hands moving down, Quinn snapped her head back to Rylan who was lowering Hyun back to his feet. "Thank god." Quinn huffed, blowing out a breathe of air as she let go of her brothers arm. She looked at Hyun, tilting her head as he rattled off his name backwards and then frontwards. She wasn't sure what a Umma or an Appa was but it was probably his parents or maybe his pets. It could go either way for sure. "Now let go Rylan!"
Once her brother's hands removed themselves from the boy's shirt, Quinn pushed past her brother, hands now moving on either side of Hyun's shoulders. "Are you okay?" Quinn frowned as she moved her palms to his cheeks, lifting his head slightly to make sure Rylan didn't bruise his neck when he lifted him onto the wall. "I am so sorry, Hyun.", removing her hands from his cheeks she took a step back, grabbing the wooden spoon off of the floor before returning next to Hyun's side. Quinn extended the utensil/weapon towards Hyun, the frown not leaving her face. "I'm sorry I thought you were a stalker too."
It was unfortunate because Hyun seemed like a good guy, well now at least. Earlier was a little sketchy. "Maybe we can rewind how this all went sometime?"
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"we can totally have sleepovers."
location: the apartment stairwell
mood: "we are almost like roommates"
interactions: blaire, quinn, dong-lee-something
outfit: let me show you
tags:
sereiin
weldherwings
mood: "we are almost like roommates"
interactions: blaire, quinn, dong-lee-something
outfit: let me show you
tags:
sereiin
weldherwings
The boy in his hands was scared and he honestly should be. Rylan had a tendency to take things way too far. Like, right now for example. Brown eyes squinting as the boy rambled off that he lived there with U-something and Pappa. What the fuck? He turned his head to see Blaire and Quinn pulling at his arms to let go of the boy. Blaire was...laughing? Oh shit, she was crazy too. Rylan grinned, his eyebrows raising slightly before turning his head back to the dark haired boy. "Yeah okay, you can go."
Almost as if it didn't even happen, Rylan turned so he was facing Blaire a smile pressed against his face. "How did I not know you lived here? I moved here like a month ago." The brunette spoke softly, his shoulder now pressed up against the wall in an attempt to support himself. Fuck, he really shouldn't have lifted Hyun up. His ribs were on fire even more than they had been back in the nightclub.
"Sorry about Quinn, she can be mouthy at times...", he trailed off eyeing said blonde who was handing the spoon to Hyun. "She means well though." That was the honest truth. After everything, Quinn was always his number one supporter even after he completely fucked everything in his path up. Rylan pushed himself off the wall, right hand now pressed against his side while his left hand reached into his pocket to grab the key to the apartment.
"You want to come in? I can make us some coffee...or tea?" Do people even drink tea anymore? Fuck, did he even have any? The brunette moved to the door, placing the small gold key into the lock before turning it and pushing open the door. Rylan moved inside, leaving the door open before pulling the shirt off of his body once again. Gaze moving down to the now black and blue area on his rib cage. That was going to hurt in the morning.
Almost as if it didn't even happen, Rylan turned so he was facing Blaire a smile pressed against his face. "How did I not know you lived here? I moved here like a month ago." The brunette spoke softly, his shoulder now pressed up against the wall in an attempt to support himself. Fuck, he really shouldn't have lifted Hyun up. His ribs were on fire even more than they had been back in the nightclub.
"Sorry about Quinn, she can be mouthy at times...", he trailed off eyeing said blonde who was handing the spoon to Hyun. "She means well though." That was the honest truth. After everything, Quinn was always his number one supporter even after he completely fucked everything in his path up. Rylan pushed himself off the wall, right hand now pressed against his side while his left hand reached into his pocket to grab the key to the apartment.
"You want to come in? I can make us some coffee...or tea?" Do people even drink tea anymore? Fuck, did he even have any? The brunette moved to the door, placing the small gold key into the lock before turning it and pushing open the door. Rylan moved inside, leaving the door open before pulling the shirt off of his body once again. Gaze moving down to the now black and blue area on his rib cage. That was going to hurt in the morning.
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weldherwings
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Location: Staircase & out the front of his apartment
Mentions:
yousmelldead
[Quinn + Rylan] +
sereiin
[Blaire]
Outfit: click me
Hyun allowed a gasp of relief to slip past his lips as he felt Rylanโs hands release the fabric of his clothing. Automatically, Hyun dropped his own hands from the maleโs wrists, watching him carefully as he turned to talk to a blonde hair lady. It within seconds that Quinn had made her presence known and stood in front of Hyun. His attention was brought back to the new stalker friend he had just met as she placed her hands on his shoulders, asking if he was okay. Well, it felt like his words were stolen from Rylanโs actions as his heart raced and his throat left like it was completely blocked up. His eyes, still slightly panicked and shocked, moved away from the other male and looked to Quinn. A frown of confusion hit his face as he felt her hands upon his cheeks, beginning to move his head. Okay, what the hell was she doing? Was she looking to see if she could find the main artery in his neck so she could prick it and end his life? It didnโt even occur to him that she was attempting to make sure that he was free from any injury. The only thing he could think of wasโฆ wellโฆ death.
And then she apologised to him. That frown of confusion stayed plastered on his face. Why was she apologising? It wasnโt her fault that her brother behaved this way. He was his own person and responsible for his own actions. She had no control over what he said or did. But, instead of giving her a full speech about the freedom of choice and how she really shouldnโt be apologising for the actions of others, he simply muttered a soft โItโs okayโฆโ to her as it seemed to be the only thing he could muster up. His dark eyes watched as she grabbed the spoon off the floor and handed it back to him. He took hold of it slowly before wrapping both his hands around the neck of the wooden spoon. And there she was again โ apologising for this misunderstanding. โDonโt worry aboutโฆโ he said softly, still trying to regain his composure from Rylanโs little surprise attack.
At her next question, Hyun paused. He stared right at her face, his mind racing. Was she sayingโฆ she might want to catch up later down the track? Thatโฆ she was willing to try this all again? Hyun swallowed thickly, his eyes quickly glancing over to Rylan who stood, leaning against the wall as he spoke to this girl, before quickly looking back at Quinn. What would his parents think of him hanging out with Rylanโs sister? Wellโฆ to be honestโฆ he really didnโt care. Because Quinn was damn cute and to hell to his parents if they were going to stop him from hanging out with a cute girl who wanted to hang out with him. โThatโdโฆ thatโd be niceโฆโ he stumbled over his words, his hands tightening around the spoon.
It was in that moment that he felt a wave of tiredness hit his body again. Maybe it was the adrenalin finally leaving his system? What ever it was, it was making him sleepy as hell. A soft sigh slipped past his lips before he lightly bit down on his lower lip. โI uhโฆ Iโm really tired soโฆ Iโm going to go home nowโฆโ he announced to Quinn shyly. Without another word or glance towards the sibling or the blonde hair girl, he quickly made his way off. And well, like Rylan said, his apartment was only a couple of doors down from his so he got there as quick as possible. As he arrived at his door, he quickly took out his keys to unlock the doorโฆ onlyโฆ problemโฆ wasโฆ
โCrapโฆโ he said in a breath, patting down his pockets in his jacket and pants. โNoโฆ noโฆ noโฆโ He was quick to take his bag off of his back and begin his search through for those damn keys. Just as he started his search, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took hold of his phone and all the sudden, dread filled his body. It was his Umma that texted himโฆ saying he had left his keys at the shop. โNoโฆ noooโฆ.โ Hyun groaned, planting his forehead against the front door, giving it a slight hit. How the hell did he forget his keys?!
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Location: Staircase & out the front of his apartment
Mentions:
yousmelldead
[Quinn + Rylan] +
sereiin
[Blaire]Outfit: click me
ใโง
Hyun allowed a gasp of relief to slip past his lips as he felt Rylanโs hands release the fabric of his clothing. Automatically, Hyun dropped his own hands from the maleโs wrists, watching him carefully as he turned to talk to a blonde hair lady. It within seconds that Quinn had made her presence known and stood in front of Hyun. His attention was brought back to the new stalker friend he had just met as she placed her hands on his shoulders, asking if he was okay. Well, it felt like his words were stolen from Rylanโs actions as his heart raced and his throat left like it was completely blocked up. His eyes, still slightly panicked and shocked, moved away from the other male and looked to Quinn. A frown of confusion hit his face as he felt her hands upon his cheeks, beginning to move his head. Okay, what the hell was she doing? Was she looking to see if she could find the main artery in his neck so she could prick it and end his life? It didnโt even occur to him that she was attempting to make sure that he was free from any injury. The only thing he could think of wasโฆ wellโฆ death.
And then she apologised to him. That frown of confusion stayed plastered on his face. Why was she apologising? It wasnโt her fault that her brother behaved this way. He was his own person and responsible for his own actions. She had no control over what he said or did. But, instead of giving her a full speech about the freedom of choice and how she really shouldnโt be apologising for the actions of others, he simply muttered a soft โItโs okayโฆโ to her as it seemed to be the only thing he could muster up. His dark eyes watched as she grabbed the spoon off the floor and handed it back to him. He took hold of it slowly before wrapping both his hands around the neck of the wooden spoon. And there she was again โ apologising for this misunderstanding. โDonโt worry aboutโฆโ he said softly, still trying to regain his composure from Rylanโs little surprise attack.
At her next question, Hyun paused. He stared right at her face, his mind racing. Was she sayingโฆ she might want to catch up later down the track? Thatโฆ she was willing to try this all again? Hyun swallowed thickly, his eyes quickly glancing over to Rylan who stood, leaning against the wall as he spoke to this girl, before quickly looking back at Quinn. What would his parents think of him hanging out with Rylanโs sister? Wellโฆ to be honestโฆ he really didnโt care. Because Quinn was damn cute and to hell to his parents if they were going to stop him from hanging out with a cute girl who wanted to hang out with him. โThatโdโฆ thatโd be niceโฆโ he stumbled over his words, his hands tightening around the spoon.
It was in that moment that he felt a wave of tiredness hit his body again. Maybe it was the adrenalin finally leaving his system? What ever it was, it was making him sleepy as hell. A soft sigh slipped past his lips before he lightly bit down on his lower lip. โI uhโฆ Iโm really tired soโฆ Iโm going to go home nowโฆโ he announced to Quinn shyly. Without another word or glance towards the sibling or the blonde hair girl, he quickly made his way off. And well, like Rylan said, his apartment was only a couple of doors down from his so he got there as quick as possible. As he arrived at his door, he quickly took out his keys to unlock the doorโฆ onlyโฆ problemโฆ wasโฆ
โCrapโฆโ he said in a breath, patting down his pockets in his jacket and pants. โNoโฆ noโฆ noโฆโ He was quick to take his bag off of his back and begin his search through for those damn keys. Just as he started his search, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took hold of his phone and all the sudden, dread filled his body. It was his Umma that texted himโฆ saying he had left his keys at the shop. โNoโฆ noooโฆ.โ Hyun groaned, planting his forehead against the front door, giving it a slight hit. How the hell did he forget his keys?!
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"i'll take you to get your keys"
location: apartment hallway
mood: "silly boy"
interactions: hyun, rylan, blaire
tags:
weldherwings
sereiin
mood: "silly boy"
interactions: hyun, rylan, blaire
tags:
weldherwings
sereiin
Quinn couldn't help the frown lingering on her lips as Hyun continuously moved his gaze to Rylan. Did he think that Ry was going to attack him again at any given moment? Stranger things have happened and it was a realistic possibility but not while she was standing right there. Her dark eyes focused on Hyun as he contemplated her question about starting over. Again, she watched his eyes move back to her brother before fixing back to her. The blonde's lips pulled upwards in a small smile as he stumbled on his own words coming out of his mouth. "Cool." , she spoke softly as she rocked back on the heels of her shoes. At least this night couldn't get any worse.
The sigh slipping past Hyun's lips made her eyes catch his once again, her head nodding at him as he spoke about being tired and going home. At least he didn't have to go far...it was literally two steps away from her new 'home'. "M'kay, goodnight Hyun!" She turned on her heel as he turned to go to his apartment door. Quinn eyed the blonde haired girl who was still out in the hallway, eyebrows now scrunched together as she watched her brother retreat into the apartment leaving the door wide open. Oh, so the blonde was staying? Somehow that wasn't too shocking.
"Are you going in?" Quinn stared at the other blonde for a moment before hearing a thud from beside her. She turned her head, eyes moving along to wall only to see Hyun's forehead pressed against his apartment door. Turning to face the dark haired boy once again, Quinn dropped the suitcase in the middle of the hallway and made her way back to Hyun.
"You don't have your keys?" Quinn pressed her own forehead against the wall, turning slightly so her eyes could get a better look at the other. "I can bring you to get them, it's the least I can do.", a toothy smile now adorning her face as she waited for his response. Now that she was finally in LA, Rylan had her bike down in the parking garage. No more bus rides for her. Hopefully Hyun wasn't afraid of motorcycles.
The sigh slipping past Hyun's lips made her eyes catch his once again, her head nodding at him as he spoke about being tired and going home. At least he didn't have to go far...it was literally two steps away from her new 'home'. "M'kay, goodnight Hyun!" She turned on her heel as he turned to go to his apartment door. Quinn eyed the blonde haired girl who was still out in the hallway, eyebrows now scrunched together as she watched her brother retreat into the apartment leaving the door wide open. Oh, so the blonde was staying? Somehow that wasn't too shocking.
"Are you going in?" Quinn stared at the other blonde for a moment before hearing a thud from beside her. She turned her head, eyes moving along to wall only to see Hyun's forehead pressed against his apartment door. Turning to face the dark haired boy once again, Quinn dropped the suitcase in the middle of the hallway and made her way back to Hyun.
"You don't have your keys?" Quinn pressed her own forehead against the wall, turning slightly so her eyes could get a better look at the other. "I can bring you to get them, it's the least I can do.", a toothy smile now adorning her face as she waited for his response. Now that she was finally in LA, Rylan had her bike down in the parking garage. No more bus rides for her. Hopefully Hyun wasn't afraid of motorcycles.
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