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You can't quit until you try
You can't live until you die
You can't learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie.

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↛ Having been at the beach for a little while now, Freya sighed heavily, her mind no clearer and her heart just as jumbled as before. There had been a miniscule hope that coming here would help her think more clearly, but there was no such luck. Deciding she'd probably been lying her long enough to have little imprints of sand all over her skin, at least on the parts that weren't covered in fur. Patting her hands together and scowling at the sand in her hair and tail, she sighed. It's what she got for lying down. Grabbing her tail and brushing it off, grumbling quietly to herself about it, Freya's ears perked at the sound of a small commotion a little ways away from her. Lifting her ears and turning her head to look in that direction, her blood ran cold at the person she saw.
Freezing completely, her eyes widening at the blonde haired man on the beach, she scurried up to her feet after what felt like a moment that lasted forever and felt her heart thud in her chest. Her mind raced in an uncomfortable manner and her breathing got harder. She hadn't been this upset about something for a long time. Not since she was a kid and was being hunted. It wasn't even like her life was in danger, but it was something out of her control, something she couldn't stop or start as she felt the need to. Tail flicking in an irritated manner, her ears laid back flat as she watched the scene before her. Apparently the man before her had seen her as well though she wasn't exactly easy to miss. Eyeing him and the woman he was with, she vaguely remembered her as his maid or something, which was always a weird idea to her. Was he incapable of doing things himself that he needed to employ that woman to follow him around? A coil of disgust turned in her as she watched them, her lip raising up in a sneer. Of course she simply didn't understand the business and everything John ran, or the need to have people like that. Her life was very simple and having grown up the way she did, she'd likely never understand it.
Before she could stop herself, the anger that was roiling inside of her urged her feet forward, before he could flee from her, she'd trap him. Make him answer for what he had done. It was always easier dealing with things in person. Watching their expressions, where their eyes looked, if they began to sweat or not. The little telling signs of people's reactions were the easiest way for her to discern how genuine they are. But who knows, the man seemed practiced at lying. Making her way to them faster than she had anticipated, John had managed to get his maid back onto her feet by the time she arrived and she glowered up at him, invading his personal space and poking a sharp nailed finger onto his chest roughly. "YOU." She spat the word, not even able to say his name as she snarled and bared her fangs at him. "A piece of human trash." Spitting into the sand at his feet, it was clear that his presence alone was enough to make her as mad as a hornet. Or really, a very angry cat. "I don't know how you can stand yourself." Her voice got a little quieter as she finally looked away from him, her ears still pulled back and her face twisted in raw emotion between hurt and anger. There was so much she wanted to yell, scream, hurl at him in her anger and hurt, but now that he was here in front of her, she was just tired. Tired of feeling the way she did, tired of worrying what was going to happen to her. In all likelihood that the woman he was actually with would beat her a**. She'd probably accept that fate quietly. Though she hadn't known about her, she felt wronged so deeply.

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You can't breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when you're the joke
There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive.

[❖: Mood][Unsettled][☀:Location][The Beach] [☂:I'm with][Herself - John] [✖:O.O.C.][....][✭Money:][500]

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John picked up Dausha as if she was like a well-dressed little chibi maid. Dausha felt a little dizzy for a second, not expecting to bump into John's firm stature. "I am very sorry, Dausha." John said as he patted some sand off of his combat maid's skirt. Though at this point Dausha regained her composure and saw Freya first. 'Miss Freya?' Freya's name passed pops up in her mind, recalling the story John said to her just a few moments ago. Her eyes would flash seeing how angry Freya's face was. 'Isn't Miss Freya friends with Mister King?'

At the moment when John noticed where Dausha's attention was focusing, he knew he had to turn around. With no hesitation, he faced Freya with a nonchalant expression. As he also has a question for Freya on why he can't contact her anymore.

John felt her sharp nail, pressing on his chest. It didn't pierce his skin, but he felt how sharp Freya's claws could be.
"YOU!"
... "A piece of human trash."

"Huh?" Seeing Freya behave like this made him so perplexed. There was not much going on with John's face but it made his brows furrow slightly. He continued to observe Freya as she continued to say, "I don't know how you can stand yourself." However, her last lines sounded more quieter.


At the moment when John was about to respond, he tapped Dausha, signaling his combat maid to stand down. Because at this point, Dausha's eyes are now on kill mode. She was even ready to shove the sharpest tip of the umbrella she was holding if only John was not in her way. Without a single word, Dausha stands down, lowering her weapon, and her eyes are more relaxed but her focus was still on Freya.


... "Freya, dear. What have I ever done to make you feel so.... angry at me?" John's words has a tone of worry and confusion. He took a step closer, yet still giving enough space between the angered Freya. "The day after Winter Ball, I couldn't even contact your number. --- I have called you multiple times, but it felt like you were already avoiding me. -- I wanted to check up on you, to know if you're okay. ---But I couldn't set myself to do so because I don't want you to think that I'm invasive." He said calmly as he made a few single hand gestures as he spoke.

"Фрейя, дорогая. Пожалуйста... давай поговорим."(Freyya, dorogaya. Pozhaluysta... davay pogovorim.) [Freya, dear. Please... let's talk.] He adjured calmy using the mother tongue they both share.





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NPC Accompaniment: Dausha (Loyal Combat Maid)





WHERE:
Beach side, Lune Beach
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WITH:
Dausha, his loyal maid, and Freya Astotle
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STATUS/THOUGHTS:
"Wealth is nothing without Love''


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You can't quit until you try
You can't live until you die
You can't learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie.

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↛ His lack of reaction made Freya's fur stand up straight as her rage simmered, but never left. Her skin tingled with the simple fact that it was taking all of her control not to swipe her claws against his skin. Her eyes snapped to the maid behind him, her emotions and intent easy for Freya to sniff out of the air. "Blind loyalty will get you killed one day." She muttered before John made her stand down. Freya would never underestimate an opponent, and she wasn't necessarily saying it was her who would get the maid, but it would indeed likely get her killed. Shaking her head, she felt like there was electricity moving over her skin and she needed to move, but didn't dare to.
As he finally spoke, asking what made her so angry at him, she balked, staring at him slack jawed and wide eyed. He honestly had the audacity to say such a thing? Was it not painfully obvious that Akane, after seeing them together at said Winter Ball, would not reach out and find out her relationship with a man who was seeing someone she knew? Freya's heart ached horribly in her chest as she gritted her teeth together, lowering her head and balling her fists at her sides, her nails digging holes into her palms. The pain was enough to edge the rage just enough to keep her from swinging. Opening her mouth to say something, she stopped as tears sprang to her eyes, him addressing her in their mother tongue. Her head snapped upwards and her ears laid flat back against her head, a menacing hiss came from her throat as she bared her large teeth at him. In that moment, it was almost as if humanity had left her, complete and total animal instincts taking over.
Forcing herself to take a step back from him, she looked at either side of them, her hands shaking at her sides as she continued to dig her nails in, blood slowly swelling and dripping. "Я думаю, тебе следует сначала поговорить с Витессой."(YA dumayu, tebe sleduyet snachala pogovoritʹ s Vitessoy.)[I think you should speak with Vitessa first.] Her voice trembled as she spoke back in her native tongue, but it had an accusitory tone to it. The moment of animal instinct having passed, but her senses were starting to fray and she felt control was slowly slipping. "Как ты мог?"(Kak ty mog?)[How could you?] Sniffling a little, she finally let her hands relax and she looked down at her trembling hands, disregarding the blood and she used the backs of her hands to wipe at her eyes. They would heal soon anyway, plus the pain still kept her focused enough and grounded enough that she wasn't going to lose it completely.

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You can't breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when you're the joke
There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive.

[❖: Mood][Unsettled][☀:Location][The Beach] [☂:I'm with][Herself - John] [✖:O.O.C.][....][✭Money:][500]

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Dausha's eyes were still darting at Freya. With the remark about Freya's feral state, she was ready to be the sword and shield for Blacklist Kingpin. She flicked the umbrella she was holding with her other hand, spinning it wildly as her eyes would match Freya's fierceness, but minus the feral impression. Her face was as cold as a rock but her eyes and body language do all the talking. Despite the tap from John for her to stand down, she was still ready to act quickly in case Freya might strike her master.
For Freya's remark about her, however, blind loyalty does indeed kills, but it was not Dausha's position to answer back to prove her loyalty to John Castle. She doesn't have any beef towards Freya. But if she was to argue, there is a much deeper reason why she serves the Blacklist Kingpin, not just her, but also the entire number of loyal maids, dedicated to serving thee, John Castle. To this, her only response to Freya was silence and a tap on her glasses as she keep her focus at Freya.


Moving back to the situation at hand, the more anger Freya was displaying, the more John was puzzled and worried. He knows a thing or two about the feline species. He not comparing Freya to a domestic cat, but that's the closest example he could think of on how to face a situation like this. There was a part of him to comfort her, but it was clear that he can't just move closer to give her some sugar. If the pot is still very hot to touch, it's either you grab a cloth to protect yourself from its heat or leave it be and let it cool. ---Splashing it with water is also an option. But that's just a hot pot, and we're talking about Freya here.

What made John even worried was the blood dripping from her fists. This... pure anger. Is it from out of passion?

At the moment when Freya spoke the name 'Vitessa', John generates a deep and long exhausted sigh as he closed his eyes. His brows furrowed in frustration. It doesn't matter now how Freya got to know his lover's name. But one thing John needs to do now is to explain. And hoping to make things clear. But he doesn't expect for her to not get clawed after this.


"Vitessa..." His blue eyes saddens after speaking her name. He looked at the horizon beyond the salt waters of Lune Beach before continuing to speak. "Forgive me, for not telling you more about myself. --I do not expect you to believe me at zhis' point. But.. if you could listen to every word I say, at least you would know my part." John would then shift his gaze back to Freya. His composure was still unfazed by Freya's display of rage but if Freya would look directly into his eyes, she would see sadness. And that sparkle she saw back when situations were still subtle, those sparkles are gone now. John was clearly in deep hurt. However, he is not here to collect sympathies. ~~~~~~



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NPC Accompaniment: Dausha (Loyal Combat Maid)





WHERE:
Beach side, Lune Beach
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WITH:
Dausha, his loyal maid, and Freya Astotle
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STATUS/THOUGHTS:
"Wealth is nothing without Love''


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You can't quit until you try
You can't live until you die
You can't learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie.

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↛ Freya's perked as John spoke Vitessa's name. She could hear and feel the sadness but it was squashed by her anger. She didn't care frankly. Did he think his sadness was a reason to leave her in the dark about this? To approach and pursue her when there was someone else? Staring at him hard now, her eyes still fierce, but slowly becoming blood shot from repressed tears and anger a low growl started deep in her chest as he started speaking again. The word 'forgive' was not something she'd so easily accept or do.
A cruel and humorless laugh ripped from her as he asked her to listen to him, every word. To hear his side of things. Doubling over in cold, hysterical laughter, she did this for a very long moment before she righted herself again and spat at his feet again. "Listen to you? Of all people? What exactly is 'your part'. Regardless of whatever you say, you are in the wrong, accept the consequences." The words were cold and sharp, like the edge of freshly sharpened blade. Her eyes nearly glinted the same way steel would. Her fingers spread at her side and flexed, like she was preparing them to start swinging at him, but her eyes swung to the woman beside him, her hostility not lost on Freya. She knew before she was even able to land a blow on him, she'd jump in the way and defend him. "Fool." The word whispered from her lips as she let her eyes move back to the man in front of her.
"I'll humor you and listen, but simply because we share the same mother tongue. But know I don't believe you and you will reap what you sow. If not from me, then the woman you wronged in the first place. I sincerely hope she is the one who takes you down." Her expression cold as her fingers relaxed and she shook out her hands, crossing them over her chest, the blood smearing over her arms and anywhere her palms touch.

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You can't breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when you're the joke
There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive.

[❖: Mood][Unsettled][☀:Location][The Beach] [☂:I'm with][John] [✖:O.O.C.][....][✭Money:][500]

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John just stood still. His composure remains as relaxed as if how feral and maniacle Freya may get, he remains unfazed for he has a reason why.

Watching Freya laugh like she was like a warrior going crazy in battle, he silently observes. Not a single word nor any form of intimidated reaction could be seen in John's composure. And as she does so, he didn't judge her either. John knows Freya's story. Maybe not entirely, but he knows how hard it is to live by yourself, and no one to trust with... but ONLY yourself.

John sighed silently after Freya acknowleges his request. A chance for him to explain his part of the story. It doesn't matter if she believes him or not. But what makes it important for John is for Freya to at least know what exactly is going on.

"It all started when I first met Vitessa. We were classmates, students in some-- money grabbing academy."
..."At some point, we fell in love. Young and in love."
"However, when we were at the peak of our love bubble. My parents hired professional thieves to inflitrate the school and snatch me away."
..."I was very angry and heartbroken. --I didn't even get the chance to say anything to Vitessa. They took my phone, I lost the memories we shared. The videos.. the photos. I felt like my world is over."
......

John motioned his hand, side to side as he shares his story, but he paused. He noticed the blooded hands of Freya as well as the blood smeared parts of the rest of her body. "Freya, your hands..." He said before he moves closer to her. Not too close, but at least a range where he would reach her blooded hands to bind or atleast cover the puncture wounds on her palms.

John can see the retracted claws, seeing it this up close made his heart skip a beat. But he didn't make it look obvious as he continued to mend her wounds. Grabbing his handkerchief, he ripped it in two to make a makeshift bandage. Then John would continue to tell the rest of his story.---


"Going back to the part where I was abducted by my parents, my mother trained me to be a leader. And, yes. I am a mobster. I have men and women working for me. --But I have my own set of rules of which other (criminal) organizations do not have."

John skipped the rest of his story on how he became the leader he is now, and jumped to the day he saw Vitessa again.

... "The day I met Vitessa again, which is here in Soleil, I felt like the happiest man in the universe. But it was also my biggest regret."
"I won her heart once more, but she reaped what I sown. --At first, she was shot. Because she followed me into an alley where I took down traitors of my organization. Secondly, I had a disagreement with one of my assets, and they decided to kidnap her. She got bruises, cuts, and her lips got dry."

... Weeks later, she took off for a business trip, but.... after that, I can't contact her anymore. I called again and again, no answers. I did the same thing, day and night. Months has passed and I had no clue of what happened to her. I got so worried, and my men couldn't do anything to know her whereabouts. I wanted to text her, but I did not take the risk as per security purposes. I don't know if her phone was broken or either stolen."

At this point, John is done wrapping her hands with his makeshift bandage.~~~

"I felt lonely, and sad. I got paranoid. And even wanted to indulge on vices such as alcohol and cigars. ---I begin to think that what if Vitessa left me. What if this was her revenge from the past? .. What if Vitessa went back to his ex husband and left me for good?"

John would then silently sigh once more, grabbing another handkerchief to try to wipe of some blood on Freya's furr.
..."When I begin to frequently see you, I desired to live a normal life. I felt like a different person when we shared our moments. I didn't say much things about me, because I don't want to bring you trouble, ---the troubles of which Vitessa has suffered. ---Hell, I don't even want to see a woman, hurting or suffering."
.."I am truly sorry if I made you feel this way. ---But.. hate me all you want. I will always be your friend. No matter what." At this point, John was patting the last blood stains he could remove, at least its not as messy as earlier.
And if Freya would look at John's eyes, his blue hues are now teary-eyed as if a tear drop is almost going to stream down to his cheeks.

At the same time, Dausha is now using the umbrella, sheltering John and Freya to protect them from the weather. And her eyes are focused on their surroundings, watching every stranger that may pass by.



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NPC Accompaniment: Dausha (Loyal Combat Maid)





WHERE:
Beach side, Lune Beach
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WITH:
Dausha, his loyal maid, and Freya Astotle
━━━━━━━━━━━━
STATUS/THOUGHTS:
"Wealth is nothing without Love''


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You can't quit until you try
You can't live until you die
You can't learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie.

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↛ Narrowing her eyes on him dangerously, Freya noted John's unmoving reaction to her. It was annoying, but also refreshing in a way. Internally shaking the thought from her mind, she didn't want to enjoy any part of this man or his company. Ears lying flat back as he started telling her his and Vitessa's story, she couldn't help but look away from him. So they had known each other for a very long time now. It seemed there wouldn't be room for her anywhere. The pang of guilt and hurt in her chest made her choke quietly as she cleared her throat and blinked back tears. The sound of her heart pounding in her ears nearly drowned out his words as he commented on her hands. Blinking a bit at the sudden contact, she stopped herself from peeling her hands from his and just glowered at him in return. "They'll heal soon enough." She grumbled quietly before looking away again, feeling heavy and tired.
As he continued speaking about his story, she found herself almost feeling bad for him, but more on the side of she just wanted to get this over with. His admission to being a mobster wasn't surprising to her though as she just sighed and shook her head. She should have known better. But she also became more skeptical because they dealt in illegal things, and many of them partook in fur trades, at least from what she remembered. She wondered if that was something behind him spending time with her. Panic slowly rose in her chest at the idea, but her face remained hateful. Skimming over much of his story about being a mobster, Freya was almost thankful for that as she'd likely would have just vomit on his shoes at the idea of knowing anymore. As he explained when he saw Vitessa again and how he'd managed to win her all over again, she cringed as he explained what had happened to her. The poor woman just continued to pay for being involved with this man. It seemed they all were going to pay some price or another.
Finally releasing her hands, she flexed her fingers a bit, testing the makeshift bandages before turning her eyes up at him, still suspicious and untrusting. His motion towards her with another handkerchief had a low snarl coming from her chest, but she didn't move against him to make him stop. So she'd made him feel like he could live normally? What a joke. Rolling her eyes, she swatted at his hand as he finished cleaning up the blood and she hissed at him, tail flicking wildly in irritation. "'Truly sorry'? Please." Rolling her eyes again, she couldn't help herself. "You used me to live in a little fantasy land in your mind. A 'normal' life? Look at me!" She yelled aggressively and motioned to herself. "You basically buried Vitessa before even knowing anything! You don't deserve her. Or anyone." She hissed the words out angrily as she shook her head, her long white hair going wild around her. Turning away from him now, she took a slow breath in, trying to keep herself in check. Much more and she would literally turn into a feral cat who was backed into a corner. She didn't want to hurt anyone, she really didn't. But why did she have to suffer in this? Hadn't she suffered enough? Her body shook gently as she stood there, trying to compose herself enough to tell him to f*ck off and walk away, but she couldn't.

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You can't breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when you're the joke
There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive.

[❖: Mood][Unsettled][☀:Location][The Beach] [☂:I'm with][John] [✖:O.O.C.][....][✭Money:][500]

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John maintained eye contact with Freya. His ocean eyes centered on her furious windows of the soul. The breeze of the salt waters brushed his golden locks, swaying lightly as the tears of the sky tapped in an unpredictable manner on the umbrella's dome.

There was a silence after hearing Freya's words. What cut deep into his heart was hearing the remark that he doesn't deserve any of them. There was a part of John that he would persist on this matter, but there was also a thought of him to leave Freya alone for good.
By the moment when Freya turned her back, John's eyes panned down, staring blankly at the pearl sands of Lune Beach. He even saw a small hermit crab, passing by, crawling its way to the dunes.

Dausha, on the other hand, steads fast. Her eyes are fixed between the two's gap but her senses remain sharp. Hearing all this drama just lead her into neutrality. Although she is still vowed to protect John, she's gaining more sense of why Freya was so angry. As a woman, she completely understands.

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John already said everything necessary. He fixes his tie and patted some sandy specks of dust off his sleeve before turning around. "I admit my mistakes. --I used you to trick myself into living what it's like to feel... He paused, and said, ...less alone." His back faced Freya, he cleared his throat before he spills out a piece of information, in regards to the illegal fur trades that Freya is so despised. *M-Mmh*

.."As I said, I'll still be your friend no matter how you hate me."

John would then turn his head to the side, but not completely revealing his face to say, --I know the people responsible for the loss of your kind. --Contact me, if you want to spill blood for the justice of your family.. and kin."

John would then start to walk away at a gentle pace, as Dausha followed in silence, finally leaving Freya alone.



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...To a point where John reaches his car, now sitting on the driver seat, accompanied by Dausha, the Russian mobster sighed in frustration, brushing his forehead with his fingers.

"Mister King, uhm. I know it's not my business, but.. are you in love with miss Freya?" Dausha asked as she sits on the passenger seat with her hands on her lap, and her eyes now on a concerned look.

John flickered his eyes twice before he recomposes himself, turning his head towards Dausha to reply,
".. Well, not in love. I just liked her company, that's all. Being in love hits.. --differently." John would then look blankly at the window, reimagining the moments he had with Vitessa, especially back in their college days, back when John can still smile genuinely.

"Mister King, I think miss Freya liked you. But... . ." Dausha remarked but she didn't want to continue the rest of what she wanted to say.


John would then look back to Dausha only to sigh lightly, and say, "Betrayed? ..Flawed? --Maybe. Though, I was about to tell her but... Akane interrupted us back at the Winter Ball."

"Akane? ..Isn't that one of lady Vitessa's bodyguards?" inquired Dausha, but John would then reply, "No. I think Vitessa treats her more than just a bodyguard." John would then start to ponder, "Of all the odds, how did Freya know about Vitessa? .. Do you think Akane told her?" John would then slaps the steering wheel upon realizing the possible odds that Akane spilled his beans. Which makes him look like the bad guy now.

"Damn it..." He pinched the bridge of his nose as he murmured. "I need to talk to Vince this instance."

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NPC Accompaniment: Dausha (Loyal Combat Maid)





WHERE:
Beach side, Lune Beach
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Dausha, his loyal maid, and Freya Astotle
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STATUS/THOUGHTS:
"Wealth is nothing without Love''


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tab Location : Lune Beach | Company : No one yet | Mood : Shy | Residence : 1301 Ombre Housing District | Profile : Hello!
Occupation : TBD | Status : Single | Outfit : The trunks | OOC : --

Have you ever seen a tall muscled man with a permanent scowl wearing red swim trunks that have dinosaurs on them? Well neither has the giggling girls who passed him by, making his ears and face flush dark. Listen, he didn't have any swim trunks for the plans he made with Andromeda to go to the beach. Why did he offer to go even while knowing this information? He doesn't know! Okay….he might know a little but he's NOT admitting to anything okay? Prom is already insufferable as it is, and now with his partner and crime Vladimir visiting, it is ten times worse. Having the model egg Prom on with the teasing makes for him being constantly embarrassed at home. Anyways, so he tried to find trunks in his size, he really really tried. But for some reason, they couldn't seem to find something that wasn't hugging his legs way too tightly with the threat of ripping. Because they would be out of stock in his size aside from these lovely space T-Rex trunks. Maybe he can cancel plans and wait until next time?

Sighing, he buries his face into his towel as he sits underneath an umbrella to shield him from the sun. He couldn't do that to Andromeda just because he was stuck with stupid trunks that his mom probably would have made him wear with her obsession on keeping him a child. Somehow she could never grasp what hell it puts him through to be stuck so long in a child's body when he was far older in reality. He's probably overreacting with his concern that a piece of clothing might kill their meetup. It doesn't seem like a thing Andromeda would care about personally. So he just reminds himself of that as he sets his towel to the side and watches the ocean while he waits.

"I never made sure that she is more resistant to the cold.. It isn't exactly summer weather. He brought an umbrella for shade when it gets later in the day, but it's been mostly cloudy. At least it isn't too nippy and the day is still nice. Though it might be a little chillier if they decided to swim. Even still, something outside and in nature seemed more her vibe than being around people in some building. Hopefully it isn't another one if his terrible ideas…


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Andromeda Hale

Before having left the house, there was yelling that could be heard if one was passing by the sister's home. Calista had finally pushed Andromeda's last little happy nerve when it came to the teasing about her and Hercules. Calista had promptly found out about their plans to go to the beach, and took it upon herself to buy Andromeda a swimsuit, and effectively hide all of the ones Andromeda already owned, but were deemed 'too boring'. The swimsuit Andromeda fit herself into was modest enough, but far more revealing than her others had been. Her cheeks burned a dark crimson as she tossed on some shorts and a light shirt over it. The cold wasn't too bad for her, she didn't like it much, but it wasn't the worst thing. It wasn't like how it would make Calista feel, drained, tired, all around unwell. Braiding her long hair into a single braid over her shoulder, she packed a few snacks and drinks into a messenger bag before giving her sister one last withering look before she left the house.
Getting to the beach after a little while, Andromeda looked around and smiled when she spotted her red headed companion. "Hercules!" She called out and raised a hand to greet him before she set her bag down and settled in next to him and looked out over the water. Even though it was a little cold and still a bit cloudy, the weather was still fairly enjoyable. "I did not make you wait long, did I?" She turned her head and looked at him with genuine concern on her face, worried about having made him wait for her after he took the time to invite her out. A small smile couldn't be kept from creeping onto her lips as she thought about the fact that they were hanging out without the premise of looking for jobs, they were just here to enjoy each other's company.
"Oh, I brought some snacks from home in case we get hungry." Blushing, she didn't realize until the words came out that they seemed rather odd. "I am used to having to travel with food as my sister is normally very hungry. I assume it is because she is mostly made of fire and magic, but maybe she just likes to eat a lot." Chuckling gently at the idea of her sister just eating all the time for fun, there were certainly people like that in the world. Maybe it was something she had learned from one of them?

Mood: Anxious Location: Lune Beach Thoughts: My sister must be crazy... Company: Herself - Hercules Money: 50$ OOC:

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He straightens and waves when he hears her call his name, excited for about 2 seconds before he starts feeling self-conscious about his lack of clothes and her usage of clothes. Is it weird for him to be shirtless for their meeting? No no no, this is a beach. Its normal to be shirtless. What isn't normal is the damn space rex shorts! "No, no. Not at all." Luckily he didn't embarrass himself by getting here way earlier than he needed to. He was too busy being mortified by Prom and Vlad picking on him for the shorts. "Perhaps it isn't wise to try and whoo a potential partner with those? I understand you had been stuck as a child for decades now, but surely there are better shorts to wear." Vlad had a point, but it wasn't like he WANTED to wear these! And he shouldn't have to stress over and over that it isn't a date! They are just friends. "Just two friends meeting alone half naked where there is water involved? Sure~ That isn't suspicious at all."

"I am no different, I won't lie. I burn calories a lot so I am hungry all of the time." Pushing away the thoughts of the teasing words, he reminds himself to live in the present and enjoy the opportunity to enjoy the beach a little while it isn't so packed with people. Besides, he likes her company and thinks her casual clothes are cute on her. "Prom is the opposite, you can't get him to eat more than once a day since he says he doesn't get hungry. I am pretty sure he survives entirely on technology, smart assery, and coffee." His brother is probably one of the weirdest people he knows to date. It makes for them getting to know one another a small bit of a hassle. Hard to talk to a person who acts as a brick wall most of the time.


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Andromeda Hale

Smiling in relief that he was much like her sister, Andromeda couldn't help the small chuckle as she shifted the bag over and gestured with her hand for him to help himself. "I can relate to Prometheus. Being what I am, food is not really necessary for me. I enjoy cooking and eating, but do not need a lot to survive." Pausing, she couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up in her chest at Hercules' comment about what Prometheus survives off of. "That, I surely do not doubt. Yet we enjoy his company regardless." Smiling softly at the memories of the other surly red head, she missed him a bit as she hadn't seen him for awhile.
Tracing her fingers absently through the sand beside her, she let herself be quiet for a moment in thought. Her eyes trailed over her companion for a moment and she felt her heart thump hard in her chest. He was shirtless, which was to be expected considering they were at a beach, but she hadn't really thought about that before, and seeing him like this in person was something she hadn't mentally prepared herself for. Clearing her throat, she looked down quickly and caught the print of his short. Smirking gently, she reached out and pinched a small amount of the fabric between her fingers and looked at his face, an eyebrow arched and smile curling her lips wickedly. "I have to say, I enjoy the print on these shorts quite a bit." There was an obvious strain of retained laughter in her voice, pulling in her bottom lip to try and avoid laughter. The print with the grumpy face that Hercules always wore, the combination was too much. Giving a small tug on the fabric before letting go, she leaned back, slowly losing the fight against the fit of laughter. But it was a welcomed distraction against the nakedness of the upper half of his body. Leaning away, she covered her mouth and tried coughing to clear the cramp in her lungs and face from keeping her laughter at bay.
"I am sorry, I do not mean to laugh, but I cannot help myself." She stood and took a few steps away, trying to keep her laughing as quiet as possible. "It is too cute." She wheezed as she pushed stray hairs from her face as she looked back at him, her smile wide and eyes sparkling with joy. She was happy to spend time with this man, despite her sister's antics and teasing that had made her upset this morning, it all seemed like nonsense now.

Mood: Happy Location: Lune Beach Thoughts: This is nice. Company: Hercules Money: 50$ OOC:

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He has to agree with her on that front. Despite all the crap that Prom gives him since he's started living with him, he can't imagine going back to the days where he stayed with his mom, or when he traveled by himself. He didn't much like coming back to an empty hotel each night. Traveling was fun for a while, but it gets lonely when you are on the road by yourself. "That's true." Though living with Prom has its downsides, there are more good days than bad, and he ends up having a lot of fun each day.

His thoughts on his relationship with his brother slowly getting better cease the minute he feels the tug of his shorts. He already knows it is coming, so his ears already turn red before the heat slowly makes its way to his cheeks. The grumble of his stomach is now forgotten in the shadow of embarrassment. "They are ridiculous. I didn’t realize I don’t own any which fit anymore. So I went looking in town for some and….well…this is all that I could find in my size save for like…a speedo. Which no. Just no." He’s not really sure how someone could…fit everything into one of those without the fear of it all falling out! It doesn’t help the redness of his face that she plays with the pants a little. It is ticklish and just flustered him more because it only draws more attention to his shorts. "Yeah yeah, laugh it off while you can." He crosses his arms over his chest, probably only selling the ridiculousness of them more as his face manages to get even more grumpier looking with his pouting. "While we are at it analyzing mine, what about you? Why are you hiding your swimsuit if you like it so much?" Despite his usual grumpy expression, his red face and teasing tone will hint that he is only joking with her, trying to at least get some focus off himself. Kind of hard when you stick out with your hair as it is, much less the fact that you are a muscled guy with tattoos and a pair of the most ridiculous swim trunks ever.


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Andromeda Hale

The redness of Hercules' ears and cheeks makes Andromeda's heart and brain do something weird, the urge to squish his grumpy, now grumpier, looking facing almost taking over her rational thought. Listening to him explain about how he came about these particular swimming trunks made her tap her chin in thought when he mentioned speedo, her eyes widened and her own cheeks flushed at the idea of him wearing one. Averting her eyes from him, it was too late, and the image was in her mind. Well, that was certainly a mental image. Now she had seen her fair share of people in speedos, she'd spent time in countries and time periods where they are very popular, but it had never phased her until she met this man. Maybe because half of them didn't look nearly as good? Shaking her head to discourage the current train of thought, she sucked her bottom lip back into her mouth and bit it gently to keep her laughter back in check.
Moving close and giving his hair a gentle tousle, Andromeda gave him a kind smile, "I apologize for laughing, that was unfair of me." Leaning her hands on her knees and leaning over towards him, she just gave a small chuckle at his pout. Despite being an adult now, it seemed he still had the pout perfected.
Grimacing at the subject of her own bathing suit, she couldn't help the sigh that came from her as she rolled her eyes. "I personally do not care for what I am wearing. My sister thought herself clever this morning and hid all of my more...Modest...Swimsuits." Groaning, her rubbed her eyes with her index and thumb, looking incredibly exasperated. Turning to look back and him with a tired look, she shook her head to herself before easily slipping from the clothes that she had been wearing to cover said swimsuit. It was still a fairly modest two piece bikini, in a deep forest green color. The bottoms had crisscrossed laces at the hips that held the front and back together, and the top had a similar crisscross pattern over her chest and a very open back.
"The only thing I like about these flimsy pieces of cloth is the color..." She squeaked out, now realizing how much skin was showing and trying to cover herself as best she could. Her own face turned a deep shade of red. She didn't know if she should turn her back to him, but was embarrassed of him seeing her backside, but didn't want to face him head on because her face was completely flushed and she felt overly exposed.
Settling on an awkward side view, she wrapped her arms around herself the best she could, trying to make it look natural but also to cover as much as she could. She wasn't about to put her shorts or shirt back on though, because if she decided to go in the water, she wouldn't be able to bring herself to take them off again.

Mood: Happy, but a little embarrassed now too. Location: Lune Beach Thoughts: ... Company: Hercules Money: 50$ OOC:

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