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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2013 4:19:07 GMT
i'm not a princess NOT A CUTIE GIRLFRIEND OH NO - ROCKY VANCE - DON'T YOU KNOW. She couldn't find Maverick despite sneaking into the snooty-goody hotshot community. He would have let her crash at his place no problem. Problem was, she didn't exactly know where he lived other than he was loaded. She never asked about his family. If he ever talked about them, she forgot. Wow. Such a good friend, Darci. She was leaning toward 'no he never talked about them why would he talk about them' anyway. Then again, the two only knew each other for a few weeks. There could be loads she didn't know about the albino. It wasn't like she could go up and ask to be shown to his residence, either. He could be living in an apartment or estranged from his folks or on tour somewhere. Who knew? She didn't have a phone. Didn't keep up with the latest 'chirps' or 'nets'. It would be pretty awkward for this drenched girl to wander up to the Malloy residence and ask to see Maverick. That's all she knew. With her torn clothing, undignified stance and horrifying accent... She was obviously not one of them. She would not even be let past the gate.
So she sneaked her way in.
When that proved to be a downfall, she let herself out by finding some poor sap's tree and hauling her butt over the fence. It was still pouring and at eight o'clock it didn't look like it'd let up any time soon. Damn it. She'd have to haul ass all the way back to an abandoned factory or camp out under a bridge, but with the water level rising... Ugh, she'd fall asleep and drown come morning. Next plan! She'd hide out in the ruins. Darcel quickly ran toward them, huddling against a fallen post. Against her back, the steady pounding of rain hit the course shelter. Good thing it was raining sideways. She was a ray of luck.
" 'hit..." sighing, she glanced down at her stockings. A new tear from the fence, this one more noticeable enough to not be called a fashion statement. It left the back of her knee, all the way down to her heel, exposed. The old fabric flapped uselessly against her leg. Angrily, she tore at it, ripping it from her body and stuffing it into her back pack. No matter how upset, she couldn't abandon something potentially useful. It could be used to dress a wound or something.
Five minutes passed. She listened to the familiar sound of rain, semi-dozing off to sleep. Crack! Huh? Eh?! It was so sudden a noise that it jolted her back to reality. It could have been thunder but a quick look at the sky suggested no. No rumbles to back that theory up either. She heard it again. Crack. Crack. Crack... She associated the noise with somebody walking. Putting their footsteps in a puddle. Heh. It only frightened her because she had been half-asleep. Stupid girl.
But she wasn't in the mood for company. So she kept herself pressed against the rubble, thinking that her small size and quietness would just make the other assume they were alone.
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Post by ROCKY VANCE on Nov 24, 2013 4:39:04 GMT
Ya know, out of all the years Rocky had been on the island, not once had he ever been to the ruins. Not ever. He decided to change that and give it a shot. It'd been a while since he'd had a late night drive and for some reason, tonight felt like the perfect night.
He hopped into his truck and made his way down to the ruins, following the signs on the side of the road. Rocky would imagine it to be a perfect tourist spot, but not so late at night.
Halfway there it started to drizzle and he thought about going back home, but he decided against it. A little rain wasn't going to bother him, any. It was only water and it wasn't going to hurt him. Besides, he'd brought his hat and his coat, so he'd be fine.
He pulled up to the ruins and put the truck into park, taking a moment to look around the area, from what he could see in the truck, before getting out. It was dark and a little creepy, but he'd already made his plans. He hopped out of the truck and started to take a better look around the area.
There was a lot of foliage on the ground and a few twigs and small sticks popped and cracked underneath his feet. He enjoyed the sound, though he didn't go out of his way to crush things under his feet.
By the time he got further in, the rain had picked up and it really started to soak him. He was to far away from his truck to go back and the rubble around him would suffice until the rain calmed down enough to go back without getting completely drenched. He hurried a little faster to a tall rock to hide behind it, when he saw a girl standing there.
She was just as soaked as he was, possibly more, and her clothes were a mess.
"...Oh my god... Why are you out here?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2013 5:27:15 GMT
i'm not a princess NOT A CUTIE GIRLFRIEND OH NO - ROCKY VANCE - DON'T YOU KNOW. 'Course her luck was never as good as it seemed to be. She closed her eyes and waited for the footsteps to pass, only opening them when they halted and somebody started talking to her. Wanting to know why she was out here. Astonished, by the sound of it. Darci glanced up at the taller person, noting it was just one person. The sound of rapid footsteps could surprise you into believing it could be more than one. But no, it seemed it was just one man. She couldn't see much in this rain, couldn't make out most of his features. Like whether he was some psychotic madman with an axe. That would be very important, thank you rain. She didn't even hear his vehicle over this, just the footsteps. It meant the rain was so heavy and that his transportation was farther away. So, like her, she just assumed he was out here in the rain. Getting equally soaked.
" 'Ell, I cauld ask ya 'he same thing!"
She bristled against this... this sympathetic tone of voice. The young woman didn't need anybody's pity, especially from some random stranger. Sure. She had been planning to sucker up to somebody and wait out this rain, but that was different. Her friend wouldn't look down at her with pity. He would have welcomed her the same way he always did and let her inside, usually with a snide remark about being careful not to walk into his bed in the middle of the night if she got scared. Darci rose to her feet, hugging her scruffy backpack close and resisted a sigh. Or more verbal words. OK, she looked weird hanging out in the ruins late at night with no umbrella. She looked like she got into some sort of tussle. Climbing over that high fence tore her clothing, maybe left a few scratches. It certainly exhausted her, climbing it twice in one night. Maybe this dude thought she had been attacked or something. Well, she couldn't tell him the truth so the next best thing...
"If ya must know, I'm new ta this here place. 'ouple of months. 'ever been to 'his part of 'e land, so I took a lil tour. Got lost. Separated from group. No clue hows to get back. Now 'our turn."
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Post by ROCKY VANCE on Nov 24, 2013 5:55:13 GMT
Wow, that accent. She wasn't shy about being up front about things, was she? And her accent cut straight through to the bone it was so sharp. It was clear she wasn't from around there.
He grinned at her response, finding it to be rather amusing more than insulting or curt, and he crossed his arms over his chest, perking a brow. Though, one look at her appearance again and it was back to the faded smile and slight frown.
"I was just takin' a walk, but I wasn't expectin' it to start rainin' like this," he replied. Who in their right mind would come out here in the rain. By the looks of the girl it seemed like she'd been outside longer than he had. "Hate to break it to ya, but tours don't happen this late at night."
Who was she kidding?
"My name's Rocky. Won'tcha tell me yours?" The southerner asked, trying to be as friendly as possible. It was the only way in a situation such as this one.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2013 23:15:23 GMT
i'm not a princess NOT A CUTIE GIRLFRIEND OH NO - ROCKY VANCE - DON'T YOU KNOW. She hated it when people didn't believe her lies. She was quite committed to them. Ignoring the stranger's excuse of him walking around this late at night, Darci looked down at the ground and forced a look of complete and utter embarrassment on her features. " 'he... Lookie 'ere, I got lost. Thought someone would come back. I don't know 'his part of the island" she jabbed a finger at him, some of her old spark returning in one sweeping defiant gesture. "first rule o' survival, sonny! Stay where the 'ell ya are!" It was partly true, in the sense that she didn't know this part of the island. She hadn't been on Nova for long and like hell she visited the rich bitch district often. Somebody was always wearing somethin' sparkly. Sparkly stuff meant she couldn't control herself. Control was a big damn part of her not getting into trouble. Darci wasn't a little kid. She could do real jail time. Oh, she knew. Stealing something that was worth twenty bucks and under was totally different than snatching somebody's 1k watch. Her past made her more careful these days.
The soaking wet bluette stared at the man for a few minutes, her finger still raised at him. He offered his name. Normally in the business of survival, a person only told you their name if they thought they'd get away with a crime. A serious crime. Not "ha ha, I'm somebody and I just stole your purse report me to the police I live at First and Second street!" Like big league crime. Confident enough that you wouldn't tell or you were going to be a victim. Or is that daddy talkin'? she thought, recalling what her father told her so often. She had run with gangs, worked with the black market and... uhhhh. They did tell her their names. Yikes.
Meeting a stranger alone in the middle of nowhere when you had no bearings of your surrounding area... Ch'yeah. But if she made the dude mad, he'd get mad and who knew what would happen. Best to appear like she was in control. "'ang on, 'ocky Road!" Darci spontaneously jumped the guy, grabbing onto his shoulders to pull herself up. With a swift motion, she hooked her feet around so she was facing the same way he was. Now sitting more or less comfortably on his shoulders, the girl flopped her head down on the top of his. One hand covered the top of her head in a look out position. "'anger 'anger, we appear ta be in a strange 'n hostile place... No native wildlife to see 'r hear... eh, 'ocky Road? Ya gonna move ya butt? Cap'n Darci demands it! We bout to go on... an adventure!"
She spread her hands dramatically as she said it.
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Post by ROCKY VANCE on Dec 5, 2013 0:05:36 GMT
Before he even knew it, the girl was climbing up onto his shoulders and demanding him to take her places.
"Are you nuts?" He asked, keeping his place where he stood. He wasn't going to just go waltzing around the ruins like that with her on his back, in the rain, in the dark, and leave his truck there. That wasn't his idea when he wanted to go out for a walk. It wasn't that the girl was too heavy; she was rather light, actually. But.... he didn't know her.
"I'll take you wherever you want to go, but I'm not gonna walk around in the rain with my truck out here. Someone might try to jack it and make off with it." Now that he was soaked, and so was she, he really wanted to leave the ruins and find a warm, dry place. He hated walking around being wet and cold.
He also couldn't really recognize what it was the girl was saying. Damn, those northerners and their rough accents... He knew exactly where she was from just from hearing it, considering he's been around those types of people before.
"And don't call me Rocky Road."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2013 9:33:11 GMT
i'm not a princess NOT A CUTIE GIRLFRIEND OH NO - ROCKY VANCE - DON'T YOU KNOW. "I ain't nuts" Darci declared in dramatic mock indignantly "my mother had me tested."
That was just so untrue in so many ways. The biggest lie was that she never knew her mother. It was just a line that she was dying to use, and Rocky just pitched her a hitter. Nah, she wasn't trying to make the dude feel sorry for her or nothing. Darcel had a whole arsenal of shit to use against people if she so desired. She'd rather go with the lies. People got too close if they found out the real shit. She didn't need real saps. Then again, maybe she could have faked a bit more. Said she was loose in the head. Goodness knows her brother thought about it more than often. He never said it, but she knew. Maybe then this guy would play along. Or... he'd take her to the nutty house. Pfft. All she wanted was a willing participant to escape from this dreary weather. He'd be her mighty steed, Sir Rocky Road the Horse. Don't know why a horse deserves a knighthood, but whatever!
He just couldn't play along with all the rainbows, unicorns and girly crap for five frigging minutes? Sheesh, what a pain in the ass. Now it was back to imagining the world as it was. Boring. Dreary. Wet. Cold.
Never one for personal space, she slumped her head down right next to his. Cheek to cheek and blew a big sigh almost right in his face. "Aw, ya killing me, Rocky Road!" she exclaimed, sounding more sad than upset. At first she'd been wary of meeting some strange person in the middle of the night. Now she just realized she'd been lonely as hell. Oh, and bored. The dude had a truck and a truck meant freedom. If the dude could afford a truck, he could afford a place to stay. He had bucks. Sure, she could rob him right now but the dude was taller than her significantly. Both didn't know the area - or was he playing with her? - so there was the disadvantage of that! She could steal his truck... But she didn't know how to drive, and any driver would know their own license plate. She'd be caught before she began. Ugh, no way out.
After minutes of contemplating, she muttered; "I can't go home."
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Post by ROCKY VANCE on Dec 14, 2013 11:12:47 GMT
It was a rhetorical question, but he didn't bother letting her know about it. It was pointless, really and he knew that she'd just rattle on about it, from what he'd already gathered from her personality thus far. He figured he could help her. Rocky definitely didn't like seeing her all beaten down like she was, wet and cold in the rain like she was, alone in the ruins with torn up clothes like she was. He hated how she called him "Rocky Road," but he supposed he could overlook it and help her out a bit. It wasn't like he was in a hurry to be anywhere important.
With a sigh, he headed back to his truck, figuring he could think of something to do. At least get her dried off. He was glad the heater worked in his truck. He was sure that she was chilled from being wet with the wind blowing around.
He helped her into his truck, assuming she was willing, pulled out a towel from behind the seat, then handed it to her. He crossed his arms as he watched her dry off and he turned the truck on, getting the heat to start up so that he could cut the chill.
"So," the brunette started, watching Darci closely and trying his best to figure her out. "Why can't you go home? Did something happen?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2013 7:43:49 GMT
i'm not a princess NOT A CUTIE GIRLFRIEND OH NO - ROCKY VANCE - DON'T YOU KNOW. She didn't protest when he started toward the great unknown, nor when he lifted her off his shoulders and put her into what she assumed was his truck. Well, he did say he had a truck parked around here. She just assumed this was it. He had been talking to her this whole time, so in the logical view of it, he didn't have time to go call a buddy to put a girl in another person's truck. But also logically... She really should not get into a stranger's vehicle. Much less a guy's. She could just hear her brother inside her head. Guys are bad news. They do bad stuff. Especially to girls. Well, she wasn't a helpless little girl. If this dick thought he could dick around, he was sorely mistaken. She had ran from gang members with knives, guns even, and lived to tell about it. Darci proudly left a few marks on them to remember her by. Don't fuck with her. Them was the rules of the street.
But she wasn't on the street right now. She was in a vehicle with one of the escape routes blocked. Her eyes quickly looked over the towel as she wiped off her face and rubbed her hair. Mmm. She'd rather do it the hard way. Make an impression. But that was if he didn't behave himself. Instead she shrugged at his question. It annoyed her. He sounded like a social worker talking down to her. Until the guy started treating her right, she was going to keep lying her ass off to him.
"Look like I live 'ere?" she prodded Rocky in the chest again. Gentler this time. "nah, from the Big Apple. Just visitin' the place. Got no more money for another night to stay. Can't go home cause all the boats... 'ell, looksie at the time 'o night. Probably missed 'he last ferry."
She sighed, rolling those aqua eyes.
"This here island is way too big, ya see what I mean? Tempts ya. Spent all my cash in one day. Friggin' tour. Expensive food on tour. Traded ferry ticket away for 'nother night here. Bad fuckin' move, Rocky Road. Bad fuckin' move."
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Post by ROCKY VANCE on Dec 20, 2013 14:20:19 GMT
He shrugged and leaned back in the seat, his arms still crossed over his chest as he watched Darci talk. "Well, I dunno... Do I look like I'm from around here?" He asked her, his brow perking up just the slightest.
He listened to her talk and after she was finished, or he saw a spot to sneak a few words in, he let out a sigh and nodded.
"Do you need a place to stay?" Rocky questioned her, locking his gaze with hers as he asked the question. He knew that it was a risk. He didn't know the girl and as far as he knew, she could steal from him in his sleep. Or kill him in his sleep for that matter. He knew better than to think a girl couldn't handle herself when the going got tough. "I'll let you stay at my place if you want. It's not much, but there's room. I understand if you don't want to, but I figured I'd offer... Considering that you look like you've been sleeping outside a few days."
Rocky wasn't sure if that last bit was true or not, but she couldn't deny that she looked a mess, regardless. At least Rocky had food and a dry place to sleep. Not to mention hot water for a bath if she wanted it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 1:07:47 GMT
i'm not a princess NOT A CUTIE GIRLFRIEND OH NO - ROCKY VANCE - DON'T YOU KNOW.
"Bah! All em fancy proper English-folk round here, who's gonna notice a few cowboys hangin' bout?" she waved the comment away. "for all I know, ya was born here. Any people give ya shit over ya funny way o' talkin, just twist their throat 'ong enough so theys sound like ya. Be an improvement." Eh, she may have European roots but when it came down to it she was an American. Darci didn't really frigging notice her annoying way of speaking. In Brooklyn, they almost always spoke like that. Her father had the accent. Her brother lost it, only copying it when they were little to pull jobs. The neighbourhood she ran was mostly Italian, like her primary background. Combine that with the standard American accent, the Brooklyn accent... Meh, she had her own thing going. This island was getting covered in British folk anyway. Who's to say anybody didn't have or did have an accent?
Besides, she liked this guy's accent better than British. She couldn't understand the heavier accented locals or tourists. With Southerners, it was drawling out. Still kinda hard to focus on, but you get the jist of it.
Darcel leaned back against the seat, getting used to the heater and put her hands behind her head. Free room and board? What more could she ask for? It was practically everything she never had as a child then forced upon her for three years in a place she didn't want to be. It wasn't like she could afford any other place. She couldn't. She kept getting kicked out of jobs before being paid, or working her ass off but getting fired and them higher ups refusing to give her payment. She stole enough to pay for uniforms and for what? An impressive collection of dress pants and other shit she had to take back, but no money ever returned to her. She really couldn't see how she could refuse Rocky's offer. Just until you're on your feet, girl
"Kay" she rolled over on the seat to face away from him, but not before adding in the most serious - and giving the most serious faced look - tone ever; "I sleep in the nude. Thought ya'd want to know."
ooc: so yeah you want to end this after you post? =3 horrah for first closed thread!
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Post by MESSENGER on Jan 4, 2014 21:39:18 GMT
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