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Post by Mousiemus Prime on Sept 8, 2007 11:16:19 GMT -5
Rosalynn Hayden walked about the outskirts of the city everyday. She knew many people that generally walked these streets. Infact, most of them where in her little posse of friends. Several had gone sky diving with her and the such. It wasn't an uncommon thing for her and the lot of her friends to be see diving from a airplane or anything like that. It was their 'Thing'.
The young woman with blood read hair cropped short and in a stylish manor wore a white wife-beater with a pair of loose fitting jeans and black workboots. A leather strap with three rows of silver pyramid studs were found on each of her wrist at the start of her black leather, fingerless, gloves. A trucker hat sat atop her head, bill to the side a little and covering some of her left eye. The front panal was blac with ROZ painted across it as if it were graffiti one a wall. The letters a mixture of purples and reds. The net backing was white in color.
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Post by Deon on Sept 8, 2007 14:53:16 GMT -5
Lola laughed at the cat-calls she received from a few construction workers on scaffolding repairing a building on the outskirts of the city. She threw her head back, flaunted the short skirt she wore, got her high heels wedged into a crack in the pavement, and tripped. Danny's hand shot out quickly to grab her by the arm and jerk her upright before she slammed into the pavement, caught only by the strength in her starved wrists and gaudy plastic bracelets. The muscles of his arm strained to hold her while she readjusted herself, complaining about being un-ladylike, trying to dislodge her shoe. A couple of the workers laughed before they went back to their work. They were too far away to see Lola's moderately masculine face. She better thank his reflexes for that quick save.
Danny walked with his hands shoved into the pockets of his baggy pants, one of his shoulders bearing a tattoo of a cross that was similar to the silver necklace that hung from his neck on a short chain. For the moment, it was tucked into his white tank top. He wore large sunglasses reminiscent of the style of the Beatles in the sixties, and his dark hair was spiked up into a sort of mohawk in the center of his head. Lola had chosen an auburn wig of real hair that swayed down to her shoulders in large, loose curls. She was already back to chatting, having gotten her heel out of the crack in the sidewalk.
"Okay, so as I was saying earlier," she tossed a strand of hair behind her face with a flick of her hand and a jingle of her jewelry, "It just started out as, you know, like, a routine thing. I was doing a favor for Renée, you know. Getting rid of another boyfriend of hers that she had outgrown. I don't know why she just doesn't dump the guys outright -- she likes to have them toss her. I don't get it. But anyways, that's not the point. And Renée's such a sweet girl,"
She was interrupted by a snort from Danny, and she turned to glare at him, pursing her lips. "Even if you don't think so. But I think you're just a little sore from her rejection, no?" He rolled his eyes and hunched his shoulders even more, refusing to give his best friend any answer. He wouldn't admit that he was rather devastated by her easy refusal. She had acted as if he had just told the punch line to a horrible joke that she laughed at -- but in a way that made the joke seem even more horrible than if she had just stared and walked away. Lola scoffed and flicked her hair again.
"So anyways, as I was saying earlier, routine thing. Boyfriend comes and sees his girl cheating on him with moi. If she wasn't such a fun spa partner, I would never do it for her; you know I absolutely abhor dressing up like a boy, and I have to wear the ugliest baggy shirts to cover up my boobs."
Danny resisted making the comment that would have earned him a slap in the face, no matter how sore he was at the matter that she had brought up earlier. You are a boy, asshole. The thought in his head gave him only the slightest satisfaction at smiting her.
"So we're at the table, right, holding hands and being all fake lovey-dovey, and boyfriend walks in. So she kicks me in the shins really hard and is like, 'Kiss me now!' And so I make the most disgusted face I could possibly imagine, but boyfriend is coming closer, so she does it, and the worst part of it all is that I liked it! Seriously, Danny! I did! She didn't suspect a thing though, and congratulated me on my performance later when I held an ice pack to her black eye. The idiot punched her -- right there, in the restaurant, too! Can you believe it! But oh, god, Danny! What if I'm turning into a... a..." she whispered the word, her eyes nervously darting around the street, "...lesbian?"
Danny stifled a groan. He cared about Lola a lot, but never really got this whole thing that she had gone through, this identity crisis or whatever. He had known her when she was still Marcus, and they had kept up their friendship even through this. For the two of them, friends were kind of few, far, and in between. Why wouldn't he -- or she -- or whatever! -- still have an interest in girls, huh? He couldn't exactly say that, though, because Lola was quite sensitive about her femininity. But why did it have to be Renée? He sighed.
"There's nothing wrong with being a lesbian, Lola. I mean, unless you believe in all that stuff about being damned. Besides, girls making out is hot." Lola stamped on his foot lightly, to a startled cry from him. "Ouch! What the hell was that for?"
"For taking advantage of women. Now shut up."
"Seriously, Lola, Renée?"
"Yes, Renée. Now hush."
"You'll never get her."
"Don't be a sore loser."
Danny didn't reply. He was looking at a certain redhead in black and leather. Wouldn't she be a good starter? Especially in a little mini-skirt and bra, with a gun at the start line... A shake of his head took him out of his fantasies. Besides, Ellis was trying to get him out of street-racing. He had to start thinking about consequences... about rationalizing... But...
What the hell. Might as well say hello. He gave a little wave and verbal greeting. Lola followed his eyes to see what exactly he was doing, and raised an eyebrow. "Don't taunt me," she growled coldly with a roll of her eyes. There was a whiny tone to her voice.
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Post by Mousiemus Prime on Sept 8, 2007 15:13:37 GMT -5
A guy and...was that a girl? No, it might be able to pass off for a man if they had short hair. Rosalynn had turned when she heard the greeting from Danny, and watched him raise. She cocked a brow, but didn't do much other than that. Her eyes wandered to a pair of twins that walked near her and both greeted Rosalynn with a peck on the cheek. " Roz, call us when you plan on doing another sky-diving adventure." The girls said. One looked to the other and they giggled uncontrolably.
" Ladies, I know you don't dive. Well, at least...not sky dive. But, I'll call you anyways. How's about that?" Rosalynn said crossing her arms over her chest. The twins nodded frantically before waving and scurring away giggling and smiling. " I have got to get a restraining order." She muttered to herself, rubbing her temples with her fore and middle fingers. She looked back up to Danny and Lola.
Have I ever met them before? Do I know them? Prehaps they went one that snowboarding trip to the alps last year...No. I don't think so. Her mind fought and wrestled itself many times. With a casual glance to the left, making sure the twins weren't on their way back, Rosalynn dropped her hands to hook both her thumbs into the loops.
" Yo." She said rather simple and in the most emotionless way humanly possible. What?! She didn't know if they were friendly people or out to take her cash. Besides, it as still a greeting. It was better than Rosalynn turning and walking off as if she had never even heard that greeting. Which, for the record, she was so very tempted to do.
Manors, Roz, Manors. She reminded herself, before looking to the two. Still, she couldn't figure out whether it was two guys that stood before her or a guy and a girl. It was things like this that would probably would drive Rosalynn to insanity. Well, that and the accumulation of brain damage from the stupid things she had a talent for liking.
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Post by Deon on Sept 8, 2007 15:43:10 GMT -5
Lola frowned as Danny's greeting was returned by a rather attractive -- even though she would not admit it to anyone -- girl. She made a small "hmph" noise with a pouty look on her face, consciously raising her voice up another octave. She turned her face away, then decided to take a more offensive approach as they continued on their path that would take them past the girl in a few moments.
"You don't want to talk to him," she declared loudly as they came closer. "You see, he's a serial rapist bent on taking advantage of women and toying with their feelings."
Danny rolled his eyes at her histrionics. Dammit, Lola! What the hell are you doing? He kept his thoughts to himself, shaking his head at the already slightly bewildered look on Rosalynn's face, though she tried to hide it. Or at least seemed to be. This must be her way of smiting him. Oh, well. Fine. He could have been more sensitive about her whole lesbian thing. But Renée? Ugh. Generally he was a bit more of a gentlemen.
Danny shot a glare at Lola, and responded with an evil smirk. "Don't believe anything he says. He's a lying cross-dresser who couldn't get a date with me." God, that felt good. But evil. So evil. Lola kicked him in the shins with an outraged look on her face, which was flushing a dark red. She looked like a beet.
"Well, now look who's getting a bit big for his britches, eh? Don't flatter yourself! I'll give you that you're a modestly attractive man, but I have never had any feelings for you whatsoever, Daniel! I can't believe you would even accuse me of SUCH horrible taste! In order for me to go after you, you would have to be much more attractive. I can see why Renée refused you. She generally likes the... better looking kinds." Lola patted her auburn hair. Ouch. That was low. By now Danny had almost totally forgotten the girl he was a bit keen on earlier, and was stretching his brain thin to think of an even better retort. He must say that girls were quite good at verbal warfare -- Lola must have learned well. He found himself stuck staring at the chipped pink polish on her fourth fingernail, screwing up his mouth in anger.
"You must have scarred this poor woman by just raising your hand at her!" she cried in distress, throwing her hands into the air dramatically. A large bracelet nearly slipped off her thin wrists. "Are you okay, darling? I'll make sure this serial rapist here doesn't try to violate you in any way."
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Post by Mousiemus Prime on Sept 8, 2007 16:00:38 GMT -5
Rosalynn could help but snort and burst into small fits of laughter as the two argued like children. It felt amazing to laught that hard, but a little painful. She head leaned forward only to grasp her sides while laughing . If these two took this act on the road, they'd be millionaires. Rosalynn thought happily while her laughter died and she attempted to catch her breathe.
Clearing her throat she stood tall again, crossing arms over chest once more. It seemed to be a common stance for her to have her arms crossed and her hip sticking to the left a little. She smiled at the two. " Scare me? It will take more than him being a serial rapist to scare me. You're looking at a girl that jumps out of airplanes, snowboards of cliffs while racing avalanches and bungey jumps. I doubt that a rapist would scare me. I'd probably pick up a lead pipe and end their chances of having children..." She spoke so casually it was almost as if this was nothing new.
" But, I wonder. Who are both of you? And, why would anyone reject such a cute little guy?" Questioned Rosalynn. Cute, being her manor of tellign someone they were pretty damn attractive in her eyes. She held her hand out, for both Lola and Danny to shake. " Rosalynn Hayden. You can call me Roz or Ross. Which every your prefer." Her introduction nothing short of sweet and simple. The fact she probably would have prefered to let the two go on arguing, was that a bad thing? She thought them comical and enjoyed watching the two bicker.
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Post by Deon on Sept 8, 2007 16:16:20 GMT -5
Lola stared at Rosalynn, dumbstruck. What was she laughing at, huh? There was nothing funny about this situation! She narrowed her eyes at Danny, who had turned away from trying to find an answer to her in his shifting feet to look at the girl in hysterics. Hell, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. Girls like guys who make them laugh, right? Nonetheless, he cringed silently when she talked about making sure that any serial rapist who went after her would no longer be able to have any babies after being clobbered with her metal pipe... Ow. He couldn't even imagine how that would feel. Maybe he should be slightly cautious around this one... she seemed to enjoy doing dangerous things as much as he did. Of course, he was more restricted to street racing. It seemed a bit more... illegal than what she mentioned. He didn't say anything about it.
Lola was already introducing herself, after having a good laugh with Rosalynn about her painful comment. She had thrown her head back while laughing out loud and was now smiling gaily, with bright pink lipsticked lips popping out from her tanned face. "I'm Lola, and this unpleasantness is my best friend Danny." He rolled his eyes and let them fall on Roz as he took in her nice figure. Lola eagerly took Rosalynn's hand and commented about the cute gloves she was wearing, asking ecstatically where she got them.
She had called him a cute little guy. While that was a slight blow to Danny's ego, nonetheless she seemed to find him the least bit attractive. He adjusted his round sunglasses that were threatening to slip off of his face, pushing it up with an obvious middle finger while facing Lola's back. She didn't notice, and was babbling on about how she hadn't technically rejected him.
"...I mean, I just never was really keen on him. We've been friends for too long, maybe. But he seems to be pretty love-lorn anyway to start pushing up on me. Although I guess I shouldn't say that, because he's already starting to look again, I think," she added, appraising Rosalynn's figure as well, with only slightly less interest.
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Post by Mousiemus Prime on Sept 8, 2007 16:35:37 GMT -5
" My gloves? You'd have to ask Richard Banare. I won them off him during a bet of whether I'd jump or not from the top of a cliffside we had just climbed. They are awesome though, aren't they?" Rosalynn nodded her head looking her glovesm fondly attached to them. She listened to Lola go on about how she hadn't rejected Danny and smirked a little. Even if Lola was man in body she was a woman through and through from what Rosalynn could tell.
" Well, I don't generally have to turn men down. They never think of me as more then a friend. I think I've turned more woman down than I have men." Rosalynn thought for a second, trying to count the difference and nodded her head. " Yeah. 12 woman and only about 4 guys. It's my luck, you know." She shrugged her shoulders again.
" So, 'Unplesentness'...Why the silence? You were pretty lively a minute ago." Rosalynn said, looking to Danny with curiousity.Had he just been checking her out? Oh, how unexpected. Generally it was the other way around or nothing at all. Well, it seemed that her and Danny could agree on one thing. They thought the other was good-looking.
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Post by Deon on Sept 8, 2007 16:46:18 GMT -5
"Oh, dear. My consolations, darling," Lola murmured, patting her lightly on the shoulder. "At least you've had sixteen people to reject. And the fact that women are attracted to you should be a wonderful feeling -- specifically if your hotness turned them into a lesbian." She laughed genuinely, pulling up her low-cut top the slightest. It was slipping down enough to show her lacy bra.
It took Danny a second to realize that Rosalynn was addressing him. He stared at her blankly, blinking through his sunglasses. Right. What was he supposed to say, again?
"Danny is fine, please," he said with a slight edge to his voice. He wasn't too fond being addressed as something unpleasant. "As you can see, arguing with this thing here," he jerked his thumb towards Lola, "completely saps the energy out of me. Besides, I generally don't like to bicker in front of ladies. Even if he -- or sorry -- she," he corrected himself sarcastically when Lola shot him a glare that would melt metal. "isn't polite enough to stop in another person's presence."
Lola rolled her eyes, whispering into Rosalynn's ear with a giggle: "He's just sore."
"I heard that!"
"Well then, go ahead and deny it. I've already got a thousand responses for anything you will say. Shall we start alphabetically? Or from most common to least? 'No, I'm not,' would be a good start." She placed a hand on her hip, tapping her fingers impatiently. The long line of her smooth, shaved legs was stretched out dramatically.
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Post by Mousiemus Prime on Sept 8, 2007 16:59:35 GMT -5
" No, they were lesbians to beging with." Shrugged Rosalynn. She watched as once more Danny and Lola went at each other's throats and wanted to laugh. The desire was overpowering at first but slowly diminished in time. She laughed softly to what Lola said and leaned herself on the wall of the building behind her. With uppet back and shoulders resting on the brick wall she looked between the too.
" Me? A Lady? I am far from it. I was raised by my father and four brothers. I know nothing about being a lady.I was raised with little to no manors. So, dont' stop bickering on my account." She said rather plainly smirking a little. She shook her head and pulled the bill of her trucker hat down a little more as she watched a group of people walk by. Yes, she was a people-watcher. Couldn't really help it.
" Now, the question is...why is he 'sore' as you put it Lola? Did I my comment about him being a cute little guy hurt his pride? If that's the case, it's nothing to get all bent outta shape about. I dont' say that very often. It's a good thing." Shrugging Rosalynn smiled to Danny before looking to Lola.Well, one thing she certainly had goign for her was her legs. They were amazing. Rosalynn would kill to have legs like that.
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Post by Deon on Sept 8, 2007 17:18:36 GMT -5
"Know nothing about being a lady?" Lola laughed. "Girl, I will take you on a spa day anytime and you and I can have lessons." Something in the way she said it almost made it sound suggestive to Danny's ears, but maybe he was just going crazy. Either that, or she was trying to make sure that he didn't get any attention from her.
Too bad it wasn't working too well. She kept indirectly addressing Danny, bringing him back into the conversation after all of Lola's dismissals. Even if she did keep looking at her legs. But didn't girls measure up each other's assets? Hell, sure, Lola had nice-looking legs. They were long as hell, too, and the least mannish thing about her. But still... wasn't he a bit more attractive to her? He sighed slightly. Lola was talking again.
"Oh, he's just sore because he got rejected by one of my girlfriends that I hang out with all the time. He had a little crush on her for some time, but you know how boys are... They just go for the boobs, mainly." Lola looked off past Rosalynn for a second, her eyes thoughtful. "God, I wish I had her boobs. Or at least her plastic surgeon. They look so real! I mean, mine are pretty good, but still...!" She shook her head slightly, sending a few strands of hair in front of her face. She pushed them away easily. "Yours are nice, too. Did you get them done up?"
Danny smacked himself in the face and dragged his hand down, pulling his skin with it. He rolled his eyes into the back of his head and proceeded to rub his temples violently. Lola, Lola, Lola. Why? She had just smiled at him. Rosalynn had just smiled at him, and basically told him that she found him rather attractive. Now she had to go on railing about his love problems, Renée, and her boobs. There goes chance number... what. Five?
Danny frowned as he pushed past Lola and grabbed Rosalynn's hand roughly, even though it was no longer extended. He shook it harshly. "My name is Danny, and I would use some corny and slightly dirty pick-up line on you that would earn me a slap in the face, but I can't think of one. I would remain silent, but I'm damn tired of being dominated by Lola. I think she thinks that we're married or something, the way that she treats me."
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Post by Mousiemus Prime on Sept 8, 2007 17:37:11 GMT -5
He had just thrown himself infront of her and shook her hand vigerously. She nodded her head slowly as he spoke and smiled a little bit. Yup, she would have thought they were married if she hadn't heard their conversation about being old friends and Lola not being too keen on him. Although, for the bisexual ,whose hand was pretty much numb from being shaken, he was perfectly fine. Easy on the eyes and everything, and couldn't see why Lola would have rejected.
" Yes, Danny. I can see where you'd think she thinks that. But, it could just be she was being far more social than you were." She added in a false scolding way. She laughed softly and nodded her head again. " Anyways, about my boobs...they are 100% me. I grew them myself, thank you very much." She put on a mocking upset face, releasing her hand from Danny's to squeeze her own breast close as if too protect them.
" Spa? Does that mean half-naked people walking around? I'll go if that is included." Laughed the girl whole heartedly.
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Post by Deon on Sept 9, 2007 16:27:56 GMT -5
Lola laughed. "Sweetie, if you want to see half-naked people, all you have to do is ask." She bit her pointer finger suggestively, flitting her long eyelashes at Rosalynn before bursting out into laughter. "But you really must teach me how to grow such nice breasts. I won't let anyone in on your secret. Just between us girls, yes?" she chuckled, and her lips spread into a pink smile.
The frown hadn't left Danny's face, and he narrowed his eyes at Lola through his sunglasses. Even though he had inserted his self as blatantly as he possibly could, she was still getting most of the attention. He wanted to pout like a small child, but that probably wouldn't be really attractive in her eyes. He was used to getting what he wanted, and it was annoying when it didn't come so easily. The words "spoiled brat" were refused entrance to his head.
"Well, it's kind of hard to be social when Lola here keeps trying to steal the spotlight, being the attention-whore that she is." Lola stuck her tongue out at Danny playfully, responding:
"Attention is just my pimp, Danny."
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Post by Mousiemus Prime on Sept 10, 2007 17:18:29 GMT -5
Rosalynn gave a laugh at the two as there was a moment of small disagreement. The laugh subsided and as she swipped her trucker hat off, ruffled her short hair, and replaced in. She had done in such a swift movement that some would think that she did it often. Which, well, she did. " How do I grow them? I don't know. I guess they were a gift from my mother, god rest her soul." Rosalynn said with a shrug, not exactly sure how she had gotten her breasts to be as they were.
" Aw, come on now. Turn that frown upside down, Danny." Suggested Rosalynn as she pulled back the corners of her own mouth with her fingers into a goofy smile. She released her own mouth and used both her index fingers to press into Danny's lips and pull them up in a smile. " See, You'd be better looking if you smiled more. Did you know it takes more muscles to frown than it does to smile?" She asked casually before releasing his face and poking his nose. " Besides, people are more fun to talk to when they are in a better mood." Advised Rosalynn.
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Post by Deon on Sept 17, 2007 21:12:07 GMT -5
Lola scoffed and smiled good-naturedly. "Fine. You can hide your secret from me," she told her with a smile, eying her chest. "But I'll find out eventually."
Danny let his lips fall easily back into his former frown as soon as Rosalynn let go of the corners of his, her fingers pressing into his cheeks and mouth. He sniffed after she poked him in the nose, wrinkling it up and flaring his nostrils.
"I thought I was good-looking now," he pouted childishly, trying to put on a cutesy act. He adjusted his sunglasses and ran his hands through his hair, making sure not to disturb the carefully gelled style. Then he flashed her a large, goofy smile, though it disappeared almost as quickly as it came.
Lola kicked him in the shins, rolling her eyes. "Aw, cut it, Danny." He let out a startled little yell, then proceeded to bend over and rub his sore leg at the spot where her heel had come in contact with his skin through his pants. "We know you like the 'bad girls.' Your playing hard to get is really getting on the nerves."
Danny frowned up at Lola, rubbing his sore shin tenderly. He absolutely hated when Lola talked like that, stating his intentions, his thoughts, so blatantly and easily. But the reason that he so detested it was that she was always right. He didn't consider himself predictable... No... that wasn't it. He was wild. He was crazy. Or at least, he' thought he was. And so did most of the people he met. How many others had a favorite hobby that was dangerous, illegal, and easily exceeded speeds of 200 kilometers per hour? So he didn't have the most profound and unpredictable thoughts... Maybe he was trying to overcompensate by getting involved with girls he had no idea what they were thinking at any given time. Like Renee. She was always surprising.
Hmph. Lola and Renee. The problem with that whole thing, is that she might actually go for it. Surprising wasn't always good. But... for now... There was something else that interested him, so he wasn't too fixated on the problem at hand. His attention span really wasn't good enough to concentrate on two things at the same time.
Or to think about the future. But that was a different story.
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Post by Mousiemus Prime on Sept 25, 2007 16:03:03 GMT -5
{{ You and I have a habbit of letting RPs sit for a while before posting, don't we? XP}}
" Bad Girls?" Rosalynn raised a brow at Lola. " And you think I'm bad? I behave myself the best way I know how. I just prefer high velocities, extreme hieghts and the likely hood of dying." Her words sounded as if this was no big deal, as if everyone was into such things as sky diving, base jumping and rock climbing a 90 degree angle. Hell, to some it was normal. "Oh and I try to stick to the legal things in life. That way I don't get arrested for it." Added the young woman, smirking at the idea of a few things on her list of favorites that would fall under Illegal. Street racing was something she was fond of watching, and fast cars turned her on. However, she didn't race for the fact that it was illegal and rotting in jail or paying insane fines just weren't her idea of fun. She could get her rocks off other ways.
Rosalynn couldn't help but laugh softly at his goofy little smile and fought the urge she had to mess his hair up horribly. However, fighting that urge she did give him a pat on the shoulder. " See, that was simply adorable right there. Almost hug-worthy, but not quite." Rosalynn said reassuringly. Obviously she was trying to see just how far he would go to get a hug. In all honesty she would have hugged him long ago, as she had a habbit of hugging things she thought 'cute'.
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