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[mary queen of thots]

• “Shawty had them apple bottom jeans—jeans—boots with the fur—with the fur—”
  
  Dualla spun around to the music that was pumping out of a shitty old boom box in the corner, her mass of curls whirling around her head like a brownish halo. In one hand she held a burnt-out joint, and in the other hand she wielded a paintbrush that was decked out with a myriad of colors that splattered the concrete walls around her with each movement that she made. This was the delicate art of dance-painting that, while frowned upon in normal society, was a common ritual in Dee’s little studio apartment. For one thing, it helped to ward off the bad dreams she had every night. And for another, it was goddamn fun.
  
  Bobbing her head in time with the beat that pulsed through her apartment, Dee flicked her wrist, spraying a line of crimson across the wall in front of her. When she’d first moved in, all of the walls had been as gray as the concrete floor she was currently dancing on, but weeks of hard work and fear of sleeping had driven her to paint all over them; now, instead of a bare concrete surface, they depicted paintings varying from contemporary, splatter-work (like what she was doing now) to the most complex, delicate, detailed murals of people she’d seen or scenery she’d swooned over.
  
  Suddenly, her boom box gave a cough and died right in the middle of the song, causing Dee to whirl around and glare at it. On impulse, she hurled one of her paintbrushes at the boom box; it hit with a rather musical clatter and bounced off harmlessly. A mere second later, the boom box gave another cough and then started to smoke. “You’ve gotta be shittin’ me! I just bought this last week!” With a growl of anger, Dee tossed her blunt out the open window, advanced on the boom box, and gave it a solid kick, inciting it to smoke even more.
  
  From across the room, Dee’s black pit bull let out a loud whine. She glanced over at him and sighed, pushing her brown hair (that was flecked with various colors of paint) over one shoulder. “What’s your problem, huh? You want to go out?”
  
  The pit bull rose to his feet at that, lifting up his head in a dignified manner as he stalked over to the door and stood there purposefully.
  
  “Okay, Romeo, but don’t piss on Mrs. Parkinson’s flowers again. I’m really getting tired of her bitching at me about it.”
  
  Romeo shot Dee a look.
  
  “Fine, fine.” Dee raised her hands in surrender and walked over to open the door for him. “Just don’t let her catch you, you silly mutt!” She leaned against the doorframe as she watched Romeo trot across the street and do his business right in Mrs. Parkinson’s plants, rolling her eyes as he did so. Honestly, that dog was one big mess. Whoever said dogs made lifetime, faithful companions was full of s**t, because each time she tried to pat Romeo on the head he’d growl and attempt to snap her hand off. Then again, she couldn’t blame him. She’d managed to pull him out of a dog fighting ring by smacking heads together and kicking lots of men in the jigglybits, and though Romeo hadn’t quit following her since his rescue, he still made it plain that he and Dee were not traditional friends.
  
  Rather, they were more like those friends you had on Facebook who spammed you with stupid notifications and s**t, which just made you dislike them even more.
  
  Muttering a bunch of swear words under her breath, Dee walked back into her apartment and looked around for some flip-flops to wear. She didn’t even bother changing her cami or shorts, both of which were as paint-splattered as her hair; it wasn’t like she was going out to impress some douchebag. By the time she was ready to hit the streets and scrounge for work, Romeo was finished pissing on everyone’s parade, and he fell into step behind her as she set off on a hunt for a buck to make.
  
  In the end, it seemed as though no one wanted to hire an artist on that particular blisteringly hot day, so Dee and Romeo just ended up chilling in the park close to their apartment until night fell. Dualla wasn’t too worried by the lack of activity, seeing as how she’d just sold a (rather pricey) piece to a local groomer’s a couple of days ago. She still had enough from that sale alone to afford meals for her and Romeo until the end of the month. Dee looked down at her pissy canine companion, and she frowned slightly. “Say, Rommy, your claws are lookin’ a little bit long. Do we need to take a trip by the groomer’s?”
  
  Romeo looked up at her, laid back his ears, and growled.
  
  “Okay, let’s go. We can see if they’re still open tonight and then stop by the bar on the way back home. Jackie’s working tonight, don’tcha know.” With that, Dee hopped to her feet and began hero-swaggering down the streets of San Diego like she owned them, which she practically did. The sun was setting, so by the time Dualla and Romeo reached the groomer’s, they were less than surprised to find it closed.
  
  “Don’t look so smug, dog,” she warned her four-legged compatriot. “They open at 8 AM tomorrow. Now come on, let’s see if we can get to the Bonheur in time to catch Jacks on her break.” Dualla shoved her hands into the grungy pockets of her shorts as she sauntered in the direction of the Bonheur, waving at the occasional bum she recognized and glaring at the occasional cop. The night life of San Diego didn’t bother her in the slightest; in fact, she was rather drawn to its neon lights and pulsing rhythms.
  
  That, and she also knew most of its tricks.
  
  Even though her friend worked at the Bonheur, Dualla wasn’t stupid enough to take Romeo into the bar with her, and Romeo wasn’t stupid enough to follow her. Instead, the two of them just walked into the alley behind the bar and parted ways there. Romeo took the time off to go dumpster diving, whilst Dee slipped into the back entrance of the bar, feeling very much like a secret agent as she snuck past various employees who were far too busy to give a s**t about her.
  
  The bar was crowded, which was no surprise, seeing as how it was a Friday night. However, Dee—being short slightly vertically challenged—had trouble spotting Jackie in the throng of people. It got to the point where she just started using her elbows to weave her way to the bar faster, and for the most part, it worked.
  
  That is, it worked until she accidentally elbowed some big, burly biker in the gut—hard enough for him to feel it. The next thing Dee knew, she found her path blocked by some sweaty, foul-smelling douchebag who was clearly drunk and clearly looking for some fight and some fun—hopefully at the same time. Dee wrinkled her nose as she stared up at him, her eyes flashing in annoyance. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at Stinker McDouchebaggerson, plainly waiting for him to get out of her way.
  
  He just grinned at her and swayed slightly. “You got a plobrem, sweetheart?” he slurred.
  
  “Yeah,” Dee replied evenly, her little hands balling into fists, “and I’m lookin’ at him.” Normally she tried to avoid getting into fights on days that Jackie was working—it was just more stress for her poor friend—but Dualla was willing to make an exception for this piece of trash. Lifting her head in defiance, Dee kicked off her flip-flops and squared off in front of him, managing to look intimidating even with her deficient height of 5’2. “Come on, twinkletoes. Let’s dance.”

[SkaterxWATCHEDxRocker]

'Ah s**t.' In a haste, the sleep deprived girl ran towards the ER wing, as Code Blue was called. Nothing was more nerve-wrecking than code blue. Code Blue stood for cardio-respiratory arrest, which can lead to death. And death was calling for the patient in between the havoc of medical professionals. As a part-time ER scribe, death was the usual. Almost two or three deaths per day, depending on the injury. Most of the deaths were caused by heart attacks or gun shot. After couple of minutes of trying to bring the patient back to life, they called the time of death. A sigh slipped away from pink lips as a pair of tired brown orbs looked down at her blood soaked gloves. After the attending ER physicians dismissed the team to go on with their business, the girl glanced over at the clock. It was seven in the morning, the end of her twelve hour shift at the ER. After disposing her gloves and washing her hands, Jackie slowly made her way towards the locker room to grab her things. The only reason she took up the part-time ER scribe was to gain experience for medical school. Since she was taking a gap year, she decided to double up on jobs. Her real job was as a bartender due to a higher pay than the ER scribe. Medical school was expensive and she wanted to save up as much as possible before starting on her medical journey. Four dreadful years. But at the end, all the hard work will pay off.

Mentally beating herself up, Jackie found herself making her way out the hospital. "Of course, only me. I would only put myself through hell," she complained to herself as she got into her car. Being sleep deprived, her mind was clouded from various thoughts as her eyes burned, in need for sleep. When she finally got to her apartment, she ended up dropping her stuff by the entrance before crawling into her covers. Not even bothering to change out of her scrubs.

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Engulfed in warmth, the girl stirred underneath the covers. Her body ached from her shift as she reached over to grab her phone to check the time. It was noon and her room was way too warm to sleep in. With a groan, Jackie tossed her phone over the other side of the bed. Her body wanted to rest but she had many errands to run before her shift as a bartender starts. Jackie slowly pulled herself up to sit up on her bed but ended up collapsing.'No, no, no. Wake up Jacks. You gotta get things doneeee,' the small pep-talk gave her enough energy to get up and walk over to the bathroom to take a shower.

Fifteen minutes later, she was out in a robe. Since she was hungry, she decided to cook up a quick lunch before heading out to run some errands. Making her way over to the kitchen, she took in the quite apartment. Silence was beautiful after a night of chaos. It was quite peaceful and it helped her to gain motivation to get her errands done. With her head lightly throbbing, she started on a quick stir-fry. She chopped up couple of vegetables and de-froze the grilled chicken in the microwave. A small smile came up on Jackie's lips as she dropped the ingredients into the stir-fry pan. Cooking was a side hobby, it helped her to relieve her stress. As she stirred her stir-fry, she started on making a mental to-do list. Her list contained laundry, catch up on medical journals, pick up few things for her mother, and so on. Speaking of her mother, she missed having her around. Even though her mother wanted her to move back to San Francisco, she didn't mind having her daughter live by herself at another city. Her mother always advised her to live by herself, try to be an independent woman before finding herself a guy. And here Jackie was, standing in her kitchen all alone, making stir-fry. It's been two years that she has been living in her current apartment. It was closer to the hospital and just blocks away from the bar. Only couple of times she had a guy over. Most the time, mere flings. For some odd reason, Jackie can never commit to a guy. Therefore, she always found herself dumping the guy and moving on.

It wasn't like she had commitment issues. No, it was more of a 'Jackie is a picky person' issue. Few of her close friends, even her own parents would make fun of her issue. It wasn't a big issue for her right now due to herself being busy. She never had time for herself or time to go out in search for someone. Working two jobs was already a killer and by the end of a shift, she was done with everything. Her thoughts shifted over to her dish before pouring it into a bowl. After sticking a fork in the bowl, she ended up taking it over to her room. Multi-tasking was the key to tackle a to-do list and therefore, she pulled on a simple blue tank top and black shorts, taking couple of bites in between. Her visage was like a clean slate, due to her mother's advice. Her mother valued skin care more than make-up. Therefore, she influenced Jackie to take care of her skin rather than dabbing bunch of makeup on to her face. Jacks pulled her hair up into a messy bun before pulling on a pair of flip-flops before heading out to complete her errands.

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Soon it was eight in the evening, and San Diego nightlife was alive. Since it was Friday night, Bonheur was expecting a large crowd. After her errands, Jackie changed into her bartender outfit. She was thankful that the dress code didn't make the women bartenders to adorn a vest and a tie like men bartenders. Nightlife was what she thrived for and she enjoyed serving her customers with the best drink. Of course, none of her customers knew her well enough to know that she was following the road to become a doctor. An orthopedic surgeon to be exact. No one would ever guess that a bartender would be a future surgeon. It probably would shock a few. Jackie mentally shrugged as she was stocking the bar before it opened for the night. Bonheur normally opened at eight and closed around three in the morning. Therefore, she was always a hour early to stock up the bar and a hour late to leave due to cleaning up. She restocked the whiskey section with every brand available before moving on to the vodka section. It was a painful job restocking the entire bar by herself. She wished that the club would hire another bartender to help her out. Since she has been working for the club for more than two years, they gave her own bar to run while other bars in the club had two or three workers. Even if she begged for another worker to help, her manager wouldn't answer her request since he found her to be quite experienced enough to run a bar by herself.

The crowd started to pour in and soon she found herself in the midst of running couple of orders all in one run. Shots after shots, drinks after drinks left the bar. Jackie mingled with couple of her customers, being friendly and bubbly as usual. She was having a conversation with a customer till she delivered his drink before finding her attention drawn towards a crowd. As a break, she pulled another bartender to take over her bar for few minutes so she could take care of the scene. When she made her way towards the scene, she ended up stumbling upon a body of a burly biker. Almost tripping over the body, she looked over to the puncher and found herself looking at none other than, Dualla Okona. The petite girl had punched the biker to the ground and Jackie couldn't be more proud than ever. When the bouncers came along to check out the scene, she told them to leave and requested to take away the biker instead. Without a word, Jackie grabbed Dee by her wrist and dragged back to her bar. After kicking the guy who took her spot for couple of minutes, she poured Dee's usual drink and handed it over to her friend,"On me. You always amaze me, Dee. That guy was huge. Did I mention...HUGE?" She then leaned over at the bar, resting her chin in her palm. "Tell me your secret, babe." Jackie complimented her good friend.

[viens jouer dehors]

• Ludovic, or also known as the Honorable Ludovic Rupert Waldo Watson, was anxiously sitting on the plane. He was sitting first class and he knew this was going to be his last taste of his money. During the trip, he had some white wine but it was incomparable to what he had at home. He hoped when he actually got to America, they would have some sort of beers that would taste good. He was from the United Kingdom and was known as "royalty" in some sorts. He was a duke from a large palace. He was related to the royal crown but there was quite a few people in front of him or anyone in his family to get the throne. Still, it wasn't his desire. He preferred living in the lap of luxury with no real set of responsibilities. He just finished going to a university for some years for business and communications but he never knew if he really wanted to use it. It was nice actually having the options unlike most people.
  
  "Passengers, we are approaching the airport. Please buckle your seat belts. It will only be ten to fifteen more minutes," the captain crackled on the speakers, announcing the information to everyone on board. Lud smile, clicking his seat belts in place. He was honestly very excited. He had never been to America before and rarely traveled out of his country. If he did, it was only other countries in Europe. He glanced out to see the view of the state of California. For what he saw, everything looked quite grand. There was even a few large homes dotting the countryside. He hoped -- no, begged -- he would be staying in one of those. When he agreed to do this show, he knew he would have to go undercover. He was told there would be secret camera crews or cameras placed into articles of clothing to capture everything. In the end, everyone would hopefully go home with a nice American girl. So far, Lud hadn't had much luck with girls. In his country, he was usually friend zoned as the "cute, goofy" best friend and he was sick of it. He wasn't that unattractive either. He was tall, blonde, and blue eyed. He had no idea why woman didn't like him as much as his friends. It was true he didn't have the bad boy persona and he didn't exert confidence. But, he had a big heart and cared for people. Isn't that was what mattered?
  
  No, of course not.
  
  Rolling his eyes, he focused his attention back on the plane. His train of thought was upsetting him and he didn't want to think about it. He had met American girls before and the ones he had met were attractive. They definitely enjoyed his British accent and had the habit of asking him to speak. He complied. Who would say no to them? In all honesty, he found their accents equally adorable which would cause them to giggle and insist they had none. Still, they were just tourists and left as soon as they had arrived, it seemed. Now, it was his time to meet someone and he hoped he would be successful.
  
  The plan descended from the air and landed skillfully on the ground. Everyone burst into claps to congratulate the pilot for a safe flight. Lud had never seen that happening before but clapped along in confusion. Was this some sort of American tradition? Shrugging, he stood up as soon as he was allowed to and grabbed his carry on from the top compartment. Swinging it over his shoulder, he followed the large crowd off the plane. From that point he knew he had to get his many bags.
  
  The scene that would unfold would no doubt be a comical one. Lud grabbed himself a baggage cart and stood by the baggage claim. He was just standing and waiting for around ten minutes before it started to spurt off the luggage. He kept a sharp eye out for his dark forest green luggage, a whopping fourteen in total. Hey, he had no idea how long he'd be here! So, unfortunately, when he spotted his things, he realized they were in a clump. How he was suppose to grab fourteen bags on his own from the moving strip, he had no idea. Taking it one bag at a time, he started grabbing them at lightning speed and tossing them carelessly. A few people began to watch but no one really helped him. He was now walking and grabbing, unable to keep up. He was blocking people's way and pushing through the crowd to get everything.
  
  "Hey, man, need some help?" A good samaritan asked, stepping forward and walking with him. He was around the same height with a stronger build then Lud. He sighed, relieved that someone had come to his rescue.
  
  "Thank you! All the dark green ones!" Lud anxiously replied, sounding out of breath. The two tag teamed it and got all the bags off in the knick of time. The man even helped him pile them all onto the cart and walk him out to a taxi.
  
  "Long trip?" The man, who ended up introduding himself as Greg, spoke up.
  
  "Maybe, maybe not! I'm here to meet my soul mate." Lud smiled blissfully. He probably looked like a lunatic. They waved a taxi over as the man rubbed the back of his neck.
  
  "Aren't we all?" He muttered, opening the trunk.
  
  "Do we just pile it into the boot?" Lud asked, using a slang British word. "Boot" meant trunk but Greg didn't know that.
  
  "Put the what in the what?"
  
  After a minute explanation, they got onto the same page. They piled all the luggage in and Lud thanked him profusely. He insisted on giving him a hundred dollar bill and Greg walked away happy, waving as he went. Lud closed the door and gave the address to the taxi man. They started to drive off and Lud watched where he was going. The house was only located fifteen to twenty minutes from the airport so it wouldn't be so bad.
  
  On the way there, he stopped at a convenience store and purchased a prepaid cell phone. It was necessary to have one to get girl's numbers and to call them. Besides that, the car ride had no interruptions. They arrived on the street of the house and Lud was a bit disappointed. Most the houses were small and worn. The paint was peeling or the lawn care wasn't that fair. He was surprised the house he was going to live in wasn't that bad when he pulled in front.
  
  Lud got out and went to the trunk. The taxi driver didn't move from his position and realized the man wasn't even going to help him! Shocked, Lud unpacked slowly by himself. He loaded them all up on the sidewalk before slamming the trunk shut and pulling out the money for the ride. For once, Lud wasn't going to overpay or tip excessively. The man could of helped a little! After he received his money, he zoomed down the road. He left Lud and his baggage alone on the sidewalk. Sighing, he began the long, painful process of pulling them all up the stairs. He left the heaviest for last, which ended up being a bad idea. The camera crew pulled up and instantly started to record as he struggled. He was only carrying one bag and he had sweat on his brow. He probably looked so weak!
  
  "This is the fourteenth bag!" Lud clarified for the camera. It probably didn't help the situation because now he looked like some metro-sexual diva, but still. Finally, he finished his task and was able to wheel all of his baggage inside. He instantly claimed the bedroom closest to the door for the sheer fact that he was tired of moving his things. The thought that he would probably end up buying a whole new wardrobe didn't even dawn on him.
  
  Shutting the door to his room, Lud decided to explore the rest of the house. "And time to wait for the other royalty!" Lud waggled his eyebrows to the camera with a grin. Then, he turned his back and headed for the kitchen.

[SUDO SANDWICH]

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ɑиɗ ωʜeи ɪт ɑℓℓ ғucӄs uρ, ʏou ρuт ʏouя ʜeɑɗ ɪи ɱʏ ʜɑиɗs x o x o x o




"It was your idea, Esteri. Let go of me, or I will surely miss my flight." Launo's calm brassy tenor was muffled by the shoulder of his older sister as they shared a final embrace in the gently falling snow. He truly loved Esteri, for she'd always been sure to look out for him, but sending him to America? To find a woman? All because he was prime age to find a wife, and Esteri already had a husband. Why couldn't he just marry some other high classed girl and ignore her existence, as many other high class men have been doing for years. Her words resounded in his head as he pushed past the man holding a camera to his face to board his plane, prepared for the travel time just to reach his new home. 'You need to get out of your head and find your duchess. You've spent far too long living in Helsinki, watching the world and life pass you by. Go, or I shall be severely disappointed with you.' He snuck a peek at his watch, seven twenty one am, as he stepped over the threshold of the terminal and onto the plane itself before he dug through his carry on bag for his travel pillow. It was a private jet, one provided by his sister's company, at her insistence, for her precious little brother's safe travels. It bothered him, that she flaunted her corporate job, exploiting the company wealth as she pleased. But the more he thought about it, the more it settled in that she'd not only earned it, but had deserved it. Smiling to himself, he sat quietly, calculating in his head as the camera crew slipped in around him. California was ten hours behind. His flight would take nearly twelve. He'd arrive near nine thirty in the morning there, and there was still drive time from Los Angeles to San Diego... Roughly noon, he'd be opening the door to his new life. Ugh, and he'd be awake for sixteen hours, and the day would just be starting.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to sleep a bit before I arrive. Saatanan Kakarat." he sighed, before stuffing his face in the pillow, and gently shoving the camera lens away from him. He'd like to enjoy the last bit of luxury he had before he arrived in America.
America. He'd never been anywhere but Helsinki, but he'd learned much about their culture growing up with his apparently wealthy American foster family. They liked things like hamburgers and celebrities, the internet and reality television.
Launo's eyes flicked open, curiosity clawing at the corners of his mind, a tiny part of him thrilled to see the production team mostly asleep as the attendant served his breakfast. Simple ham and cheese on buttered bread, with yogurt and raspberries, and his favorite, coffee. Launo loved his coffee, as every Finn did. His excitement only grew as she returned to clear his plates, refilling his coffee and leaving a sweet bun in their place.
Esteri. His favorite breakfast items, plenty of coffee... This was his final send off. He sipped the coffee as he daydreamed, watching the sun climb over the clouds, of what girl he'd meet in this new chapter of his life. Would she be pretty and smart? Launo had a few girls in the final years of his schooling, but these were American girls. Esteri always spoke highly of them, and was excited to offer her reclusive brother to the wolves. What were they like? He should have researched everything before he left. What if they were awful? Launo felt his heart hit hard in his chest, and sputtered as the last sip of coffee tangled in his throat. It was enough to wake up his fellow passengers and make his heart sink into his gut. His solace was spoiled again.
With an aggravated sigh, he pushed himself from his chair and toward the restroom. After a bit of relief and stumbling with the turbulence, Launo approached the flight attendant, who warmed him with a smile that he couldn't help but reciprocate.
"More coffee?" he asked, and she nodded, smiling wider.
"Are you on holiday, sir?" she asked, her voice higher pitched than Launo could have expected, "Mrs. Rissanen always requests the jet for holiday."
"My sister would like to think that of my... Trip, she's sent me on." Launo muttered, making the brunette giggle as she handed him his coffee. "In fact, it's quite the opposite. Some reality thing. For Americans."
"So just business. Do you work for-"
"No." Launo cut her off, insistent on correcting her as he felt camera lenses upon him, "She gave me clear instructions not to leave without a wife, and a life."
"That sounds delightful, Mister-"
"It really isn't." he interrupted again, before she could ask his name. "Kiitos kahvi." he added, in an attempt to be polite, after realizing he'd been the opposite. Her response in perfect Finnish made him sick to his stomach, and returned to his seat, to stare out the window for the rest of the flight.
It wasn't long before the plane had touched down, or at least, felt like it hadn't been long. Launo yawned, the sleep that took him somewhere in the middle of the flight wearing off as he waited for his bags. The hustle and bustle of LAX he'd found himself in was a bit overwhelming, but not too different from Helsinki's airport. But there. Helsinki. That was where his life was. This was new, these were strangers, who pitched a fit and were fluent in rude body language. This wasn't Helsinki. Launo noticed it most in the sheer heat. He'd left this morning in a light snow. America was definitely different. Someone hollered at him to get out of the way, a few others shoved and scowled, and Launo finally found someone in uniform, hoping he could help.
"My bags. I came on a private flight."
"Excuse me?" The man's brow furrowed under the plastic rim of his fancy hat. Launo understood right away.
"I'm sorry."
"What?" The man's brow furrowed deeper as his lips turned to the scowl Launo had already become used to seeing. Launo realized what was happening, and cleared his throat.
"I'm looking for my bags. I came in on a private flight from Helsinki." he said again, a little clarified for extra measure.
"Wow, you have a very heavy accent. I don't know where your bags are. Sorry pal." The man said slowly, enunciating each word clearly for him.
"I understand American English very well, there is no need for treating me as a tourist. I'm moving here." Launo said, a little hurt. The man scoffed at him as he turned to walk away, mumbling and muttering irritatedly under his breath. Launo sighed and looked around, finding himself staring into a camera lens. Big brother was watching. Was this really how everything was in America? Girls. Would they be like that man? Launo's mind jumped through hoops as he wandered, trying to find his way. Eventually, following a crowd of fresh passengers disembarking nearby who walked with only small purses and backpacks, Launo found a baggage area.
"Excuse me?" he asked a rather squat spandex wearing female, who turned and gave him a dirty look.
"Yeah? What do you want?"
"I'm looking for my bags. I flew in on a private flight."
"Well aren't you mister fancy ******** pants little foreign rich boy? I don't know, go ask some fat ******** from the TSA." she snarled, before walking away in a huffed hurry. Launo sighed, and felt the cameras on him again. He was tired, hot, miserable, and everyone was so... Mean.
"(Let me help you.)" Launo spun as he heard a familiar voice, speaking in his somewhat native tongue. He almost felt relieved as the brunette flight attendant hooked her arm through his, and began to lead him off.
"(Thank you, I don't like it here.)" he admitted, speaking his rough Finnish in comfort that not a soul would understand except the attendant who pulled her personal bags behind her.
"(Your sister didn't like it either, if that's any consolation.)" she spoke, as she rounded a corner with him still in tow.
"(Its not, but thank you for trying. My sister, as much as we are alike, are very different.)" he finally said, recognizing his mother's trunk ahead of him.
"(Of course, Nikolaus.)"
"(You read my luggage.)"
"(Maybe. You know what to do now, right?)"
"The same I did to get to the airport. I'm not such a child as you may think." he finally said, lifting the trunk with assistance onto a cart so that he could wheel his family treasure full of his most important belongings to the nearest taxi. Giving the address to the driver, Launo settled himself into the back seat, excited to be free from the cameras, even if it was only for two short hours.
Launo arrived shortly after noon, his trunk offloaded from the taxi and sitting heftily in the driveway as he stood at the door, wondering if it would be more proper to knock, or turn the key he fumbled with in his pocket. The sun... The heat was unbearable as he finally reached out for the door knob, and swung the door wide open, a swoosh of familiar cold air brushing his face as it escaped the house. He realized that he must've looked a fool when he laid eyes upon the blonde inside, giving a nervous smile. His sister said he'd be living with a few other foreigners.
"Hello...I...Sorry. Could you help me with my trunk? Its heavy." his lips formed a worried grin, as he did his best to ignore the cameras behind him.



x o x o ɪт's ɑ souveиɪя, ғoя ωʜeи ʏou ɢo-o-oʜ
x o x o ɪт's ɑ souveиɪя, ғoя ωʜeи ʏou ɢo-o-oʜ