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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 5:12:33 GMT
CRIMSON AND CLOVER, OVER AND OVER. With a tilt of appreciation on her lips Cass pushed herself off him and slipped into the room. The sunglasses were sitting on the dresser like he said. She hummed to herself, picking up the accessory and sat it on the top of her head instead of over the mischievous gaze that darted from corner to corner, looking for an escape route just in case the boy wasn’t able to hold them off at the door. The possibility of him not willing to cooperate never entered her mind, just whether he can or cannot put on a believable act. And as it turned out, he wasn’t half bad. Cass leaned back on the railing of the balcony - mindful of the pool floors down, if she ever needed a quick getaway - and dipped down her head in silent amusement as she heard the door slamming shut. Cassiopeia remained quiet, counting the seconds before the duo were completely out of earshot. A exaggerated sigh slipped out. “Honeymoon, huh?” She peered up with a sugarcoated smile, “Tell me I'm at least getting a ring.” She wriggled the fingers on her left hand. LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2013 1:05:08 GMT
When the door clicked shut, and Erik was able to step away entirely, he turned around to Cass with a grin across his face almost as if he were saying "I did a good job, didn't I?". Apparently he was Oscar-nominee material if he was able to get certain police officers off of her trail for a while at the very least. He hoped he bought her enough time to get to wherever it was that she was planning on hiding out at.
"Well it was the first thing to come to mind." It also helped that most of the income from the hotel in the Bahamas was, in fact, from honeymooners that were hoping to escape the regular boring life they led. It was as if coming to places that were outrageously priced for the middle-class was an actual way to relax, but for someone like him or Cass, a place like this was just as boring as a place like Detroit. "A ring as dazzling as money can afford, dear."
All playing aside, there was a reason why she practically stopped him in the hallway, and it was the only thing keeping him from giving her up immediately. That and she seemed like a familiar face, though a face like her's wasn't one he'd think he'd forget easily. "So why are you running from the authorities exactly?" nimbus™
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 7:29:49 GMT
She was only teasing the boy, of course, and how could she miss the smug grin that nearly matched her own. A ring – anything – as dazzling as money could afford, she could very well afford it on her own. Money was no object, thus was the doctrine the Malloy was raised by. One of, but it was one of the few that she actually stuck to.
Besides, why would she ever want a ring on her finger?
“Who said anything about authorities?” She retorted, a little thoughtlessly. Tiny, personalized, sparkling handcuff that chains you to another person, allegedly for the rest of your life, through the holiest of ceremonies. She might be a tad insane now, but that would be the day she completely loose her mind. “I was just enjoying the beach before I noticed these creepers watching me from every corner, so I ran, and they chased, and I ran more…” The lie rolled off her tongue effortlessly, “you know the rest.” She shrugged, as if the story was really as simple (and innocent) as she made it out to be.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2013 20:52:02 GMT
A laugh found its way out, Erik shaking his head as he looked at Cass. Of course there weren't authorities, that those people totally weren't stashing badges somewhere in their jackets and knocking on doors in search of a beautiful white haired female with red eyes. Erik would find himself in the same position, but he had his own ways of covering his tracks.
Maybe that was why he decided to help her. If he were in her predicament, he'd want the same help from a random stranger.
He had moved away from the door, instead leaning against the wall next to it with his arms folded over his chest. "Do you really expect me to believe that?" Cheeky grin spread across his features, Erik shook his head. "I've run from people more than enough times to see right through you." Well, it was more him inferring at this point, taking shots in the dark, but he was pretty sure he was on-point. Or close to it. Erik wasn't sure he remembered the last time he was pulled aside and told to lie to the face of what he was certain were cops.
Then again, it was getting to be a long time since he had lied to the cops in general. "Erik Alejandro, and you are?" nimbus™
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2013 4:40:44 GMT
That was exactly what she thought, in fact. Wouldn't it be wonderful if everyone would just believe every little white lies that came out of her mouth? Though she did enjoy a little defiance every now and then, just to spice things up a bit.
Her 'knight in shiny armour' introduced himself then, with a name too familiar to be a complete stranger but too strange for Cass to bring herself to care. It was only polite that she returned the gesture. "Cassiopeia Lynette Malloy, Mr. Alejandro," she inclined forward in the slightest of bow, but head held high in adamant pride, arms opening with a dramatic flourish, "and the pleasure is all yours~"
And then there it was again, the persistent, pestering footsteps that never seemed to leave her alone ever since she set foot on this island. Cassiopeia leaned against the railing again and clicked her tongue, "Sounds like that way out is not an option..." @erik |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2013 22:41:29 GMT
[attr="class","ipoodle"]He had bowed a little in turn, a grin bright on his face as Cassiopeia said her name. It sounded like something from greeky mythology, and to be honest he thought it was a nice one. Though, before he could say something in turn, the sound of footsteps was returning, and it seemed that he display of being a honeymooner wasn't going to pay off like he had hoped it would have. Oh well.
Casting a glance over to the balcony, he knew there was a swimming pool not too far down, only a couple of stories. Though, that didn't mean it wasn't going to be a little of a painful fall, but it was either that or get in bigger trouble for being caught with someone who was obviously being looked for. "I hope you're ready to go swimming, then, Cass." If not, well, they were kind of in it together by that point.
"Ladies first." He locked the door, figuring it would slow whoever was heading their way down somewhat if they were that interested in catching the albino. "I don't mind slowing them down if you're a big slow anyway."
He waited for her to possibly, probably jump over the side of the balcony before taking a dive himself. CODED BY ELECTRIC [newclass=".ipoodle"]height:220px;color:#666666;width:220px;overflow:auto;padding:15px;text-align:justify;background-color:#f5f5f5;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:9px;[/newclass][newclass=".ipoodle::-webkit-scrollbar"]width:10px;[/newclass][newclass=".ipoodle::-webkit-scrollbar-track"]background-color:#f5f5f5;[/newclass][newclass=".ipoodle::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"]background-color:#e5e5e5;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2013 4:23:04 GMT
How did the saying went, great minds think alike? "Ohhh look, he's a gentleman, too." She rolled her eyes, twirling on the spot, for some strange motive unknownst, a little act meant more for herself than the only audience present. The over-sized white shirt flowed as she moved like some sort of sundress. Little glimpses of her bikini peeked through.
Then she hopped over the railing, leaning back dangerously with feet braced against what little ground there was and fingers tight around the bar keeping herself from falling. Her head cocked to the side as Cassiopeia drawled with a lope-sided smile, "I'll see you in hell then." With that her grasp loosened.
Geronimo.
The pool wasn't empty. Crowds scattered and rushed for the edge with the splash. Now it wasn't really about the escape anymore— she was past that part— it was about making an exit, something exciting and impressionable to make up for the lack of an entrance. And she didn't waste anytime waiting for things to settle down before snatching up a whole different wardrobe from there and here, wiping herself off the picture.
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Post by MESSENGER on Oct 28, 2013 18:12:23 GMT
GOOD JOB! NIM and PEBBLE each receive 2 nectar for completing a thread. |
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