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 Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 4:25 pm
Rizal smiled when Ruth came up to her. The girls hugged and smiled at one another as they gazed back at the boys. Rizal sighed as she ignored Rick's conversation trusting that she would hear anything bad that was going to happen. She would let herself relax around Ruth a little bit although Felicity was standing off to the side watching over the three boys. Rizal gently ran her hand through Ruth's hair and gave the woman a curious look, "You got your hair cut?" She asked wondering if they could still do that. She flicked her own long red hair out of her face to get a better view of the woman. She didn't like that it stayed in her eyes but she didn't have much of a choice against it. She only had what she had.
"Well, somewhat." Ruth smiled sweetly. She was wearing normal clothes with a light jean jacket that had it's own custom fit to her. It fell down over her hips to the middle of her thighs and had a jean strip that she tied around her waist keeping it snug and showing off her curves. She had her eyes on the group as well although she was paying attention to Rizal. She wouldn't get away with ignoring the girl. She smiled lightly feeling her hair get touched. "I just had it trimmed so it didn't get in my eyes all the time." She brushed her bangs off to the side.
Rizal nodded and looked back at the group. "You're so lucky you don't have a disobedient pest." She glared at the back of Ricks head. She heard his voice chattering away and she could only imagine what it was about. She wasn't interested enough in her charge to really keep track of that much information. What he said with his buds was their thing. She only had to make sure that he stayed put. If he didn't stay put she was screwed. It was hard to drag him out of places where there were a lot of people. Unlike the park, she couldn't just fire a shot and know she would miss everyone. She had to actually aim.
Ruth chuckled. "If you give him a little space he might not be so bad Rizal. Sometimes the best way to gain control over someone is to let them do what they want." Ruth watched Damian with a sweet smile on her face. She couldn't help it. Rizal recognized the older woman's stare as one of love. She sighed when she saw it and shook her head. Her long red hair fell back in her face. Ruth looked over at her and gave her a quizzical stare, "What?"
"You love him," she accused. She turned her attention to Ruth now. "You love your kept! That's why he sticks around you so easily. You love him and he loves you. Don't think I didn't just see that look." she challenged. She crossed her arms and turned her back on Ruth like the woman had betrayed her. She stiffed her lips and considered shooting Ruth in the foot now. That would be appeasing, but she would never shoot the woman. The twenty one year old grumbled beneath her breath.
Ruth lost interest in the group missing their plan to leave. Felicity was the only one who caught anything of the plan and then it was only where they were planning on going. Being the only one paying attention she was sure to keep details in mind as she listened in on the group. Ruth grabbed Rizal's shoulder to turn the girl around knowing that Jennifer could hold grudges. "Rizal, it's not a bad thing. Don't be like that, please."
"Don't be like what?" Rizal snapped. Jennifer put her hand on her gun and turned around pushing the woman's arm away. "I can't believe you fell in love with your pet. That is one thing I will never do!" She exclaimed angrily. She definitely would be better then Ruth. She didn't know if it was an old person thing or what, but every old person seemed to fall in love. Then again, she was the youngest in the group between all of them. Even Felicity was older then her.
Feeling young and insignificant she left Ruth and went back to stalking Rick. She now noticed the plotting and grabbed his arm dragging him away from the little clutch. "Don't try it." She barked at him angrily. "You're staying here and that's final!" She kept a firm hand on his arm and glared him down. "Don't test me right now I really want to shoot something."
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 9:26 am
The threesome were forced to huddle up close to one another since the director of the shoot had left the music on. In fact, they had raised the volume of the techno remix because they were in break, and there was no need for the photographer to bark suggestions or compliments. Much of the other noises and conversations taking place elsewhere were muted.
"The guy's forty already. Gunna need a new Markus Schenkenberg," Jack had in his head that he was going to dethrone the top model, and take his place as number one in the industry. Bear grinned as he pointed to himself,"And yer looking at 'im." That went to show the other two how confident the young man truly was -- after all, young and new models came in every day, and the Markus Schenkenberg was still top.
"Hey, Jack, when you do -- remember us," the thirty year old man smiled congenially. Their time was cut short when the dear that babysat Rick stole the boy from their company.
A bark was promptly released to remind the captive where they were to meet later this same day, the source of it was, of course, Jack. "Remember! Jet Black!" Not at all seeming pleased with how the girl's attitude towards his friend, and himself. "b***h", he lowly snarled before stalking off before getting into another brawl with her.
"Dear lord," the senior of the three sighed under his breath. Boys will be boys, I suppose, lips curling into a minute smile. The girl didn't seem to understand the one she had to protect because they were still getting along as roughly as they did the first day they met.
Damian went to his body guard's side,"How have you been holding up?" Photo shoots weren't much fun, at least they weren't until Rick had formed their threesome which had made things more interesting-- when they had the luck of the other two being there.
At the very least, the redhead had pulled him away from his comrades rather than humiliate him in front of them. Not that it mattered since those around, while they couldn't hear what was being said, could see what was going on. Red was rough as she jabbed her grasp into his arm. She growled at him, and threatened him: nothing new. Yet, this was a new level -- something unacceptable.
The ebony-haired, young man jerked away from her, and ignored the pain that shot up his arm: he had tendinitis around his shoulder area. Not only was it sensitive, but any strain put on it made the sensation of the muscle being stretched out -- not at all pleasant.
All of this seemed to fuel his hidden anger to bubble up to the surface. A rare sight, but one that would probably grow more common with her around. Naturally, he grew more tense whenever she was near. His dark jade gaze hardened to challenge her own glare,"Don't you ever ******** speak to me like a kid."
The model hated violence, but damn -- acting out his aggression against his aggressor was tempting.
He opted out to leaving the sight, to linger out on the street just outside of the building. As expected, his two mates had come to him after their spat was done. Actually, Jack had watched, and dragged Damian away from his body guard so they could support their mate against his tyrant once the actual squabble was over. Any protests that the older man could have against the Bear were ignored once they were outside to catch Rick smoking.
A big deal since he had quit a few months back, out of the love he had for his niece -- wanted to be there for her until the very end, and watch her have kids. That child was his will power to quit his addiction because little else was stable in his life; the women who walked in, and just as quickly out of his life, incapable of having a relationship last longer than a month, always on the move from Milan to Paris and other major cities due to the nature of his work, and on his break he'd keep moving from friend to friend -- never wanting to be alone.
"Oh," was all that had escaped from his lips along with a puff of smoke. As he had predicted, Jack seemed pissed while Damian was worried of recent developments. There hung the unasked question; how long did he start smoking again?
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 2:06 pm
Rizal was upset with her response. She let go of his arm immidiately realizing that it was causing pain when she saw him glare. She knew about his tendinitis but she had just been so mad at Ruth that she couldn't help it. She moved to go after him but two arms wrapped around hers. She yelled out in frustration but that was drown by the music. She felt slight guilt riding up her mind as she realized that she had hurt Rick unintentionally. She wasn't the type to just be rough but she was scared. Love had always scared her. She never wanted to believe that love could happen between two people who were not family. She hated the idea that it could and she wanted to murder the chances of that happening. She had loved her father and he had left her. That meant love was pain and she didn't want that to occur at all. She felt like Ruth was getting involved with the wrong person. If she had to take care of Damian then she shouldn't fall in love with him.
Rizal jerked her arm away from Ruth as she realized that was one of the people who held her. Ruth didn't let her go but held tight. Ruth was older, and stronger, then the young guard. She didn't want to fight Rizal but Rizal was acting out against her charge and they had been ordered to protect the boys. Somehow, that included Rick. Ruth pushed Rizal's arm towards Felicity trying to subdue the girl. Felicity never received it to apprehend the angry woman though.
Rizal thrashed wickedly and broke free from them. Both guards immidiately followed. Rizal didn't go far before she turned and punched Ruth in the face. Ruth's head fell back from the sudden attack but she quickly righted herself and jumped out of the way of a kick sent to her stomach. Rizal was angry. She stopped her assault after the kick and stood in a defensive position. Felicity stepped back from the fight as onlooking spectators began to circle up. Two other guards approached, ready to help Ruth if they needed to. Ruth was a good fighter.
Ruth glared at Rizal and moved into an attack position, "Don't do that Rizal. I've been your friend now for a while. You were hurting Rick. We had to stop you." Ruth reasoned. She hoped that it would be enough to stop Rizal from making a big mistake, but somehow she doubted it.
Guards sifted to the front of the circle and formed a well armed ring about the two. The entire thing was m ore then ready to attack if they had to but they would let Ruth take the first punch. Most of them looked worried and scared because they were new to the guard business. There were two or three guards from the shooting place who also were in the ring but they were less obvious.
Rizal glared right back at Ruth. "How could you?" she growled and lunged forward from her defensive pose and launched a punch at Ruth. Ruth stepped to the side and Rizal sent out her leg to trip the woman. It didn't work and Ruth was now behind her. She punched Rizal in the back and the girl was sent to the ground. Rizal rolled out of the way and got to a crouching pose quickly. She lunged at Ruth with a punch and Ruth countered by slipping slightly to the side and punching Rizal's face sending the girl off the other way.
Rizal paused now as she touched her lip, it was bleeding. She licked away the blood and felt it sting in pain. She rounded on Ruth again and punched the woman, finally, in the arm. This didn't do much because Ruth was blocking her. Ruth gave her a sad stare and punched at Rizal's stomach. The girl hadn't expected it, more intent on glaring at Ruth then fighting her. She was grinding her fist into the woman's arm, full of anger.
Rizal grunted as the fist connected with her stomach and grabbed it. She had never had a fight like this. Ruth was clearly on the defensive and never seemed to move first. Rizal didn't know how to fight someone like this. She staggered back a little and watched Ruth with hate. She was also purely angry which sent her judgment into question. She would be black and blue from the meeting. She knew that for a fact although there was no way to change it now.
Rizal lunged forward again, this time throwing lots of punches quickly towards Ruth. Ruth blocked them and as Rizal found herself slowing, she heard someone move in the ring. That startled her and she looked to the side only to have herself kicked to the side. She hadn't noticed Ruth's kick until it struck her. Sliding off away from her she found herself trapped in the arms of the crowed. Rizal struggled as Ruth approached her. "Rizal, you can't beat Rick up. It's not how this works. We were told to teach you what it feels like if you gave Rick pain again. I'm sorry it had to start like this." Ruth punched Rizal in the gut and the woman folded. The guard behind her held her up.
"Don't harm her too much. She needs to be able to protect Rick still." Felicity warned gently. She left the circle and went outside to check on the group. Ruth and Felicity were okay with letting their guarded out of their sight for a little while, but she didn't want to see Rizal getting beaten up. What she found was not what she expected. She frowned as she eyed Rick smoking. "I'm sorry Rick. She's being taught a lesson in kindness."
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 2:57 pm
The model paced, and would've instinctively started running hadn't Damian suggested otherwise. "Don't," was exactly what he had said -- older and wiser, the overgrown boy begrudgingly heeded his command. Pads of his fingers scraped his scalp as they ran through his dark hair, they started to ask questions.
"Ey, what exactly happen between you two?" Gruff, but to the point: Jack had the tendency to be straight-forward. His arms were crossed as he treaded without tact. "What?! We both wanna know," gaze shifted to the side after being reprimanded with a stern glance from their more refined, and graceful friend.
Another approach was used,"Do you want to talk about it?" Kind enough to give him space, rather than invade it. That was the kind of person Damian was, gentle, graceful, warm, and an old spirit inside.
Though, the green-eyed model wasn't interested in speaking as he glanced at his two comrades. Jack was uncomfortable, a tad bit fidgety since he knew fully well he wasn't graceful enough to support Rick in the way that he should've -- unlike Damian. He took a drag of his cigarette,"Don't want to." Curt, short which was unlike himself, but the boyish man was sore of the situation.
"Let's get back to work," eager to throw himself into modeling, returning home, and forgetting today ever happened. Then, Jack's body guard came around. "No need to apologize. . . let's go guys. Break should be over."
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 5:25 pm
A sharp whistle sounded in the modeling area and the guards filtered their way to the back room. Ruth wrapped her arms around Rizal and supported the girl as she moved her to the room where they watched what happened. It was a safety precaution that would never get old for most of them. Rizal was always glued to the door. Admit it or not, she looked like she was the one who cared the most about her charge. That was false because over half of them had fallen in love with their charges but that wasn't something to reveal to the news. Ruth sat her down in a chair where she received glares and hard attitudes. Ruth was seated beside her and took a glass of water and a napkin from the snack table in the back of the room gently dabbing Rizal's busted lip.
Rizal glared at her and pushed away Ruth's hand. It wasn't like she hadn't been hurt before. She knew how to take pain. She had lived in a gang and on more then one time, the gang had gotten drunk and angry. She had occasionally been the victim when her father was included but that was rare although more frequent as she grew older. They claimed it was to teach her how to live and now she knew why. She crossed her arms over her chest and continued to be just as hard as she had been before.
Ruth sighed. "Why did Rick run off from you? Did you do something to him?" Ruth didn't know exactly where to press but she had a feeling she was the reason Rizal had attacked Rick. It upset her that Rizal would do something like that but there was nothing she could do. "Why did you pull him away from the boys?"
"I don't want him getting ideas from those creeps." Rizal snapped and glared at Ruth with utter hate. "Do you have any idea what happened to you? Do you know what it means for the two of you? Your choices are the last that I want in his head and I will make sure it stays that way!" she argued diligently. Ruth sighed and shook her head. Rizal was too hard headed. She got up and went to check on the cameras.
Felicity entered the little room now. The break was over but everyone was getting fixed before the shoot began again. It was almost over but the boys still had time. She checked on the cameras and made sure that everything would be okay for the shoot. They had a lenses that would block flashes luckily. "Is she okay?" Felicity asked Ruth now.
Ruth nodded, "She's fine." Ruth closed her eyes for a moment and rubbed her tear ducts. She dropped her hand and looked down at the screen. "Is he in?"
"All three accounted for."
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 7:56 pm
Just an hour left, he reminded himself as he strolled in with the stick of cancer hanging off of his lip. Leisurely, the smoker dropped it in a trash can before being mobbed by the crew that insisted that he change, and had to have their way with him. Time from that point on seemed to pass by in a blink of the eye. The other two knew better to sacrifice the quality of their work because of a friend, and left each other alone if only for the time being.
"Alright, all of you did a stupendously lovely. . ." Renown photographer went on flattering them, but Rick wasn't in the mood to stick around. Not feeling quite himself, he left the studio with an unlit cigarette -- his bodyguard would surely catch up as he caught a cab.
"Stupid thing," he hissed under his breath.
Today, the metallic lighter didn't want to play along, and decided to play coy with a flicker of a flame being born, and soon extinguishing in a milli-second. A single hand covered the flame as to nurture it in a hope that there would be some fruits in his effort, and eventually lit the thing. Quickly, a staccato sound was released as soon as he shut the lighter and slid it into his dark trousers -- dressed in the clothing he had originally wore.
With the sole exception that his hat was missing -- his niece had decided to steal it. Fully-well knowing that her uncle would come to her just for the article, and that would make a great excuse to take him for herself: if only for an hour or less. His life style made him difficult to contact, and much more to catch with any free time.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 9:36 pm
Rizal waited for the other guards to leave the room before she got up from her chair. She sighed and drudged herself up leaving the room slowly. When she left she found Ruth waiting for her. She glared at Ruth and walked towards the exit quickly. Ruth grabbed her arm and pulled her back though, "Rizal, let him go for a while. Sometimes the best way to keep a hold on something is to let it go." Ruth said harshly.
Felicity grabbed the woman's other arm and pushed her back with Ruth's help, "You're so mean to him that it's no wonder he can't stand you! I feel sorry for him to have such a hateful guard as you!" Felicity slapped Rizal across the face hard and pushed the girl against the wall with her arm up under her chin cutting off her air, "You're just a street rat and you know it! Rick was smoking again thanks to you! You stressed him out so much he's smoking! Do you know how hard it is to quit something like that?" Felicity growled knowing Rizal was restrained and not up for a fight.
Jennifer Rizal grabbed at Felicity's arm and chocked. She tried to pry it off, but it didn't work. She punched Felicity in the gut with her free arm although it wasn't a good swing. Felicity grunted and used her free hand to restrain the woman's other arm. Rizal threw her head about but it didn't solve anything. She stilled and concentrated on breathing. Ruth wasn't stopping the aggression. Rizal felt helpless now and no matter how much she fought, nothing helped. She was already beaten up enough to prove she had lost a fight but Felicity was taking payback now. She wasn't sure how much of this she could actually put up with. She felt her anger heightening.
Ruth shook her head, "Felicity, we should escort our charges to their destinations. I will see you later, okay?" she asked openly as if Rizal wasn't held to the wall.
Felicity nodded and smiled, "See you later." She punched Rizal one final time in the gut and hurried away from her.
Rizal coughed and rubbed her throat as she was abused again. She didn't say anything or complain about it but stayed put and took care of herself. She looked around for Rick and pushed herself up. She didn't see him and that worried her, but she couldn't find him easily. She couldn't go walking around the streets like this. She would get mugged for sure. With that in mind she left with her head down going to their room in the main building. She would 'clean up' and then go find him. She just hoped that she could find him.
A sigh escaped her as she realized she would be yelled at for leaving him for too long. It was always something with those people. She either took too much care in keeping him with her or too little. She had never found that sweet spot which allowed a partnership to work well. She had it with her dad but things were the other way around then. She was the protected and he was the protector. Now she was the protector and he was the protected. She couldn't do what her father did. He was so kind to her that it made her sick and she hadn't been protected well considering she ended up here.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 10:55 am
Geez, what's taking her so damn long?! As he glanced over his shoulder, searching for her red head. "I'm sorry," an apologetic grin formed as the man leaned against the yellow cab. Smoke flowed from his mouth with every word, the cigarette between his index and middle finger -- held away from the window. "I can't go, just yet -- thanks for stopping." Rick had learned, while he felt dishonest in being so congenial, that strangers couldn't tell the difference, and appreciated a small kindness. Folding a bill as an offering to the taxi-driver, knowing how tough it was to be working in those kind of jobs. With a pat on the obnoxious, shock-yellow paint job was his wave of goodbye before the vehicle sped out of sight.
Another drag was taken, the nicotine ran through his veins. A foreign sense of peace, a splash of water to cool off any raging fire within him, manifested his body. He would have to re-acquaint himself with this feeling more often, why did I ever quit? Purposely making it a rhetorical question, not wanting to investigate the reasons, and feel the guilt of failing his niece. Hopefully, she would never have to see this side of her uncle.
Soon enough, he returned to the building -- lingering near the entrance they had used to get in. His back leaned against the exterior of the high-rise, smoking to his heart's content to pass the time. Brow slightly furrowed as the sun's rays were getting in his emerald-green eyes: not that it mattered, the pesky thing was setting.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 2:09 pm
A guard of the shop came out the door and blinked when he saw rick. He smiled lightly and looked around somewhat confused, "Rick, what are you doing here? Jennifer left a while ago. She left right after the shoot. Shouldn't you be with her?" The man was tall with short shaggy black hair wearing a suit that made him look official. He turned around and locked up the door as he stepped out and looked back and forth down the street. Feeling content that Jennifer wasn't there he turned back to Rick, "She didn't look too good when the guards were done with her. Is she taking some time off? I didn't think that you guys could do that because of the restrictions and all."
He frowned as he considered what to do with Rick. It was like he was a lost dog incapable of finding his own way around. The guard of the shop put his hands on his hips and considered what he remembered. He remembered her leaving out of the side door saying something about taking the back allies to avoid being seen. He had been guarding the door and let her through personally because she had looked terrible. He figured from there she had met up with Rick, but here Rick was all alone out in front of the shop. That not only confused the guard but seemed like a bad situation. He could always escort Rick to the building they lived in but he didn't know how Jennifer Rizal would take that. She wasn't a fan of his to say the least. She absolutely despised being around him and always avoided him like the plague.
All the same, Rick couldn't stay here unattended. Rick was a model and models were targeted whether they believed it or not. They needed guards to protect them from the fans and the fanatics. He wasn't sure how active the guards of these particular models were but he was willing to bet that they did a lot behind the scenes for these guys. With that in mind, he considered what it would be like taking Rick home. He didn't know where else Rick could go considering he was alone without his escort. The guard knew the company would be fanatic if they found out.
Jennifer on the other hand cleaned herself up as best she could and applied make up over her bruises. She popped an ice cube in her mouth and considered her next move. She had to find rick and now that she was at least mildly presentable she could walk the streets normally. With a heavy sigh she headed down the building stairs at a jog. She didn't like elevators.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 3:36 pm
"Having a smoke, want one?" faint ghostly-gray fumes dissipated as they traveled up above as a fog. Dark-green eyes slid to his general direction, not entirely sure that he wanted to keep the conversation up seeing how he wasn't sure there was much he could get out of the other man. It didn't exactly thrill him that within the first minute his red-headed body guard was brought into the picture. To everyone, it seemed there couldn't be just Rick -- as though they were a package, a pair, and it was becoming frustrating.
Two cigarettes in the time-span of virtually two hours, it seemed as though the habit never left him -- simply went off on a hiatus.
Lips formed a straight line, not at all in the mood to play nice when there was already a frown marring Chad's features. "Haven't got a clue," his hand slid into his pocket to retrieve his metallic-gray motorola, deciding it would be best to contact Red rather than be found, and reprimanded for doing absolutely nothing. Another hit was necessary before he could even think of calling her, and heard the tone that irritated him -- taunting him as he didn't know when she'd pick up, or how many of the dull beeps he would have to hear before reaching voicemail.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 4:34 pm
The guard shook his head. "No, I don't want one. I'm fine." He examined Rick somewhat suspiciously for a little while before he shrugged. There was nothing he could do about this guy. He didn't have permission to guard him and he wasn't about to babysit the guy. He had to get home whether this guy needed him or not. He watched as Rick pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. He could only assume it was the guard's number. He smirked, "She probably went back to the apartment to get cleaned up. They bloodied her up pretty good. Anyway, I have to get home. I'll see you next time." He waved and headed off down the street at a quick rate. He walked to keep fit rather then riding a bus or taking a cab. He couldn't help it. He had to keep ready for anything.
Jennifer Rizal jumped as she felt her pants vibrated. She growled and began to dig around in them until she identified the proper pocket with her cell phone. She fumbled with it and dropped it as it bussed in her hand. She hated that thing. She almost stomped on it when she caught sight of who was calling her, Rick. She dropped to the ground and snatched it up throwing her hair in front of her face. She snagged it from the floor hurriedly and went to pull it open but her fingers kept slipping. She finally got it open about the third time it stopped ringing and ran her hand through her hair wondering what the hell she was suppose to do, "Uhh." She tipped her head considering what she wanted to say. "Is this thing connected now?" she asked unsurely. She was more asking herself. She pulled it from her ear and examined the screen. It said the call was running. She put it back to her ear, "Rick? Can you hear me?" She asked. She really was somewhat foreign to cell phones and technology. Her father did most of the calling and setting up. She didn't like the idea of them so she never used hers. After thinking about that for a little while she realized it would probably be better to use it if she was trying to find him.
If she could call him then she wouldn't have to run all over the place to find him but she still needed to be with him. She hurried towards the shooting booth pulling out a pocket watch and looking at the time. She put it away and hurried a little faster. It was nearly dark and dark was a dangerous time. She needed to get to him before anyone else did. Her gun was on and ready. She would just have to aim and shoot. Of course, that was if she remembered to leave her safety off. It had become habit to put it back on every time she put her gun in her holster. Personally she actually thought the holster stuck the safety on instead of her.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 5:34 pm
"Yeah, I'm in at the entrance of the building. Where the shoot took place. Anyways... I'm waiting." Blase wasn't something typical of him, but today had been unsettling. Something didn't seem to be right, and he couldn't brush off that feeling.
"Hmm, bye." Words left him as laconically as possible, and to the point. He hung up on her. His gaze had long left the shaggy guard to gaze up at the dark sky, there aren't any stars to look up to anymore. Inside, his heart sank at the thought -- back to to his favorite memories of his childhood, he recalled Lex talking about the stars.
"Hey, baby bro!" He was laying on the ground, peacefully until she caused him to jump -- by barking into his ear. Her arms slid around his neck, and suddenly pointed up at the midnight sky," Look up a the night sky, see those stars?" Of course, he could. The boy didn't see what exactly was the point, but looked up at the stars anyways -- she was his hero, an annoying one at that. "Well, if you look at them long enough -- you'll soon be up there. Having someone looking up at you," a single eyebrow was raised on his part. Lex probably expected as much,"I promise." Before her lips kissed his cheek, a goofy smile was pasted over her lips as she giggled at when he finally spoke.
"EW!" His hand went to wipe the contaminated area of his cheek as though she had just infected him. He was young, but that moment was unforgettable. The sky was beautiful, his sister's eyes were bright and vivid -- brimming with joy as though she had some inside joke that he had yet to grasp.
"Silly boy, I love you!" Another kiss, but he ducked -- she missed.
"Quit it!"
They would later find out, she was two months pregnant -- he was only sixteen at the time.
Lex, what happened? "Was it love?" Life had become more turbulent, and he couldn't quite tell when he lost control. The question hung in the air, left to dry since he didn't want to know the answer.
"Hmm." A sigh escaped him, nothing was left of his cigarette, but a butt. Now, rendered useless -- the thing was tossed to the ground to be forgotten of. Maybe, just one more, as though he would stop. Rick caught himself before he lit it -- three in less than two hours? No way. Hesitantly, returning the cigarette back for a later time.
Where are you? Tad bit anxious to leave, the effects of the nicotine wore off, and he wanted more. Slightly began to fidget as he waited, gaze wandering off to see in which direction she would come from. Only for his phone to go off, and a loud -- slightly inebriated voice to bark.
"Where the hell are you?! We're at Jet-Black, get yer a** down here!" Light laugher was in the background, probably tipsy women, and the roar of music. "We're waiting!" Quick to hang up -- his motive was with no doubt to return to the party.
The smoker wasn't interested. Not tonight.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 10:13 pm
Rizal ran down the street until she reached the building. She pushed past a few people and every once in a while was stopped by 'do not walk' signs but for the most part she got there quickly. She came to the front of the building and panted somewhat as she walked up to Rick. She looked him over to see if he was alright before she frowned. She didn't know he was smoking again. She didn't like it but she wouldn't fight it. She hadn't helped him quit the first time. He was good at fighting addictions and he had just chosen to quit. It was easy for him so this time wouldn't be any different she assumed. She looked around the streets to see if anyone was threatening and scanned the allies with her eyes. What she found was a few people watching as if to see what he was doing. She didn't like that all the same. She pulled out her gun and walked in front of him stopping. She held up the gun with both hands firmly in place and levied it at the person on the opposite street. A scream sheered through the streets and a few cars freaked out. The person ran. She aimed at the other two who were on either side of them and those two ran as well. Now, with the streets empty, she turned to Rick.
"I leave you for a few minutes and you get yourself a few new play buddies already." She sighed and put her gun away looking him over again. There were two cigarettes on the floor already and she knew she had only been gone for two hours or so. She tilted her head and examined them curiously. They had been pretty far between considering it took only five minutes to burn one approximately. She ground them out with her toe and sighed looking up at the street towards the parties. She didn't want to go down that way. She didn't want to see anyone. She looked back towards the hotel again, that would be acceptable. If they just went home and went to sleep it would be great.
Jennifer considered her predicament as the useless idea of hope crept into her skull. If only her father hadn't signed her over. She knew he was trying to get her a good future out of the gang but this was ridiculous. She hated the idea of being controlled but she knew what it meant and understood exactly what happened. She felt sullen defeat each time she pulled her gun and never fired anything. She would have to go back to target practice tomorrow while Rick was at his briefing for how the shoot went. She had checked the answers and grabbed an itinerary while she was at the apartments. Tomorrow they went over the shoot and had a work out session in the morning. At noon, after a few hour break, they reported to fitness training and in the afternoon it was free. The fitness and work out training was to keep the models fit. It worked too. The guards had a more intense session of the same basic thing. They didn't often get a break at nine. They had a single hour from eleven to twelve. During this time the boys were kept strictly in the building.
Rick had escaped several times though. Most of the time on work out days he vanished in the morning. He didn't show up until it was long after the end of the noon session if Jennifer couldn't find him. She had decided to work him out by making him run but he had long sense lost interest in that choice. He was calm and always classy but he was also a pain in her a**. She wasn't sure when exactly he left in the morning but he left for a 'morning jog' and the door guards, who were switched frequently, never caught on that he was running away from his work out sessions. He had proven her wrong a few times too. He really had to stop that.
Looking back at Rick with a determined face she glared at him, she needed to find a way to keep him from running in the morning. "Look, I know I'm a hard a** but we have things that need to be done. If we don't do them both of our lives are in jeopardy. They have control over all of us and I don't want to die at the low age of 21. We can go running in the morning if you want to get out but you need to set things up with me." She glanced down the street and noticed someone coming out of a gun shop. She glared and grabbed her gun leveling it at them. The man freaked and ran back inside. Content with the empty street she looked back at Rick. She waited for his answer.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 6:41 pm
Sharp, precise beat of a thudding sound had come from his right. A familiar setting, which he could nearly always assume the source was the heels of a certain girl's boots slamming onto the ground in search of her model.
The usual one over took place, a quick glance to make sure he was left unharmed, and then as always her lips formed a frown. If he wasn't harmed then Red would probably want to be the one to cause some pain for the trouble she had to go through just to find him -- perfectly fine while she lightly panted from the jog she took.
A dry sigh escaped him, simply wishing that she'd relax, and learn to do her job without having to evacuate the area by using fear. Rather than comment, he chose to snap his neck: no surprise, his muscles were tense out of stress. Few audible cracks interrupted the speech 'Rizal' was giving to him. With her trademark glare as though he would give a damn just because her dark eyes were intensely focused on him. Until someone with bad luck caught her attention, only for moment, and was taken care of which left him to deal with the fire-breathing body guard.
Throughout the whole time, he had a blase look that portrayed his dull interest in her rough mannerisms. Rick decided to have another smoke, he could use something to take the edge off, and lit the cigarette.
The model slightly nodded, content with the nicotine rush. "Sure," this time not bothering to drag her with him, and sauntered off towards his place which was only three blocks away from their current location. He liked to walk, and expected her to tag along -- the ebony-haired man didn't care either way, though. Lex, you never told me your secret. . . to be so strong when everything is completely wrong. Lips curled into a bittersweet smile by thinking about his older sister, thinking about his hero. A light drag was taken, he held in for a moment before allowing the smoke to crawl away into the air.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 11:29 pm
Jennifer became frustrated again. She pulled her shoulders up and began to quickly stalk after the man. She really hated this. She hated everything about this. If he could just try to make this easier then things would be fine. Every moment it seemed like she was always playing catch up or keeping him from doing something he shouldn't. She felt like ripping out her hair and the stress just wasn't good. Her 'head ache' began to ebb in from the back of her skull. It was stress, she knew that's what it was. She had been told to go home and take a long relaxing shower or a bath or something when she finally went to the company doctor about it. He told her that a high stress life would eventually kill her but she didn't believe him. Her father had lived just fine and he had to have been stressed. Then again, he wasn't here now so that could be a main difference.
Rizal frowned as she looked around the streets, they were beginning to fill up again. People were gaining more courage now because she had been around for a while. A cop car moseyed it's way down the street checking to see what happened and she knew she was going to get in s**t for this again. She dropped her head for a moment and pushed her fingers against her temple. She cursed herself for not remembering to just move him and applied the palm of her hand to her forehead repeatedly in short bursts trying to knock some sense into her own skull. It didn't work, she just felt like shooting Rick again.
She didn't have an excuse this time. Sure, there had been some people around who seemed to be watching him, but she wasn't suppose to shoot at people. She was suppose to protect him. The guy coming from the gun shop had been enough to irk her though. She would tell them that she thought he was a threat and he was the reason she shot. She didn't like that photography place anyway.
She shoved her gun back into it's holster as she followed Rick's steps. She felt like coughing as the smoke wafted back to her and she waved her hand in front of her face. Okay, screw it, she wanted to yell. "Damn it, stop that! You made a resolution to quit smoking now live up to your own torment for once! Where the hell did you get a pack anyway? I thought you got rid of all of them! You know it's not good for you to smoke! They don't want you turning into some fat lug, they want you twiggy. You're suppose to watch your figure for this gig you know! Why am I always the one who has to watch what you eat when it's your body and you're the model? Isn't that the only thing you really have to do all the time?" Rizal was just too frustrated not to bicker. It helped her calm down.
Rizal was a very physical being. She liked action and the more motion she got, the less stress she felt. She had never been one for light touches or soft spoken words, but she had been one for rough housing and fighting. It was bred into her and when she couldn't do that due to a specific part of the contract that she hadn't signed herself, well, she was screwed. Her ideal day was one of rough play and hard work. If she hadn't been signed away by her father she probably would have gotten a big dog and lived in some manual labor organization. With the contract though, she didn't get what she wanted. Her roughing up today had supplied her with only half of what she really wanted. Most of her stress had just built because of being held down. It just wasn't her style. Now, not only was Rick going against what he said himself, but she was paying for it. She couldn't fight smoke, she didn't have that special super power, but she could argue, rant, rave, and shoot. Unfortunately, she wanted to kill.
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