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 Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2016 7:09 pm
Vehicular homicide. Not going to lie. She was relieved the golf cart was dying. That was one stunt to an end---but it just meant room for another. When the little vehicle coasted to a stop, Olga all too eagerly jumped out of it. She didn't go too far though, surprisingly. "Nope---and I'm not about to start tonight." She told him in earnest. Instead, she strolled around to Jack's side, and reached out to tug on the sleeve of his jacket, coaxing him to get out. "We both have these amazing things called legs, and we're gonna use them---we're walking!" At this point, maybe she should have been trying harder to escape. At this point, there was a big part of her that felt that the longer Jack spent time with her, meant it was less time he was out there... touching other people's lives. If keeping other people safe tonight meant letting him scare her nearly to death with dangerous stunts...well. So be it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2017 10:28 am
"We?"Proustite inflected, pressing his hand to his chest with the air of a schoolgirl that liked watching movies based on Nicholas Sparks novels. He fluttered his eyelashes at Sol and listened when she bid him to stand - taking hold of the hand that tugged on his sleeve, threading their fingers together. "Excellent," Jack gave Sol's hand a squeeze, "better not to leave me unsupervised, Sol." He grinned. Touched just a little more of her life. "There's no such thing as a safe golf cart while I'm around." And then, gesturing at the night with his free hand - which included the copse of nature at the side of the road, Proustite said: "Onward, to our next adventure! Where would you like to go?" His grip on her hand was like one of those Chinese finger traps. He held on, fingers gentle as long as she was good and did not try to get away. Digging in if she tried to shake him off. And he was draining her. A little bit at a time.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2017 5:17 am
"I um---" He took her hand, laced their fingers, and Olga's face immediately bloomed into a bright and embarrassed red. She looked away from Jack, she didn't try to pull away or jerk away, but she looked away, bringing her orher hand up to her mouth. She was holding hands with a guy and it was like the dating way of holding hands and they weren't even dating because he was a terrifying Negaverse agent. She didn't speak for a long moment, her chest tight and her heart thumping, but after a moment she glanced at him. " Nothing's really safe around you, I think." She whispered, and then looked away again, rapidly thinking of where to go. Somewhere there wasn't a lot of people...and golf carts. That was hard in DC. Not avoiding the golf carts, but the people. "Um---let's---just....start walking!" And so she did, because she didn't know where else to go just yet.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 12:33 am
It pleased Jack when Sol did not try to pull away. It pleased Jack even more when she started to blush. He could see her face only by the light of the moon, but it was enough to give her away. He'd suspected -briefly- after her line of questioning that Sol might be a sailor scout. That that might be the reason she knew so much, and why she was also so ready to let him drag her hither and thither like a doll. He'd worried that she was smarter than he was. But now he thought that he was coming to understand something else. She likes my fanny.It was a pretty nice fanny. "Hey now, you're not really being fair," he was smiling, eyes twinkling at her in the dark, "You haven't seen me hurt anything." He leaned over so that he could whisper in her ear; "I gave some of your life back to you and you threw it away." He straightened afterwards, popping almost like a jack-in-the-box, and blinked sweetly at Sol through his eyelashes. "I wonder if that is going to set the tone for our whole relationship."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 5:01 am
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp--- Olga's lips twisted briefly. "I'm reading between the lines because---" She cut off as he leaned in. Her blush deepened, her face got hotter, and she shivered as she felt his warm breath on her ear. She uttered a squeak, her shoulders hunching, both from the feeling and the words. She was way out of her league. What was she doing, leading a Negaverse agent around, hanging precariously from an edge where she could be easily have her starseed yanked or be killed? Why was she trusting that he wouldn't? Olga was starting to recognize the part of the city they were in. There was a nice park nearby with a large man made lake with a lovely walking trail looping around it. She started to head in that direction. Walking in loops all night---or until Jack got bored---seemed like a safe idea. Seemed. She looked over at him, eyes a bit wide. "But only after you took some of it away when I'm not willingly giving it to you. That's setting the tone for this---" A pause, and her then her voice grew a little quieter "---relationship." A bit more blushing.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 12:30 pm
"Mmmmmm," he mused, considered her analysis of their relationship as though he were swishing mouthwash around behind his lips. "You got me there. It is rude of me to take without asking." Jack showed Sol his free hand, where another little ball of her energy gathered on his palm. Between his fingers. "What if I asked you?" He cocked his head at Sol. "Would you let me take it?" A pause. He leaned in again, lips hovering above her ear. "I wouldn't take it all," he said, "I like it too much when you blush."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 4:34 pm
Olga's already pale skin when white as he brought up his free hand. She started and then looked at him, wide eyed. "Hey!" She cried, her voice going high pitch, "I asked you to please stop that---" She went from white to red immediately, her shoulders hunching once more as she shivered and tried to jerk away out of reflex. It was...so... so intimate. Whispering in her ear and holding her hand. She turned her head away from him, because it kind of calmed her when she wasn't looking at him. "No---" She replied, "Because it's mine and---" And she didn't want it going towards powering Metalia. "And---I can't take any of your's!" Yeah, this was good! "So how is that fair?"
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2017 4:23 pm
That was an interesting idea. "You could take it, you know," he mused aloud after a moment's thought. The orb in his hand still glowed with Sol's energy, but it did not get any larger as they watched it together. "It is easy to become an agent of the Negaverse." She had seen his contract. The one that he had asked Tristan and Caitlin to sign. It was how she'd learned he wasn't Aurostibite. He smiled. Gave her hand a little squeeze. "I'd let you take mine, you know." He said it in a way that suggested she was being unfair for putting up such a fuss about losing her own. In the darkness ahead of them a pair of headlights turned the corner and started down the road in their direction. It putzed forwards with the urgency of a turtle, the mechanical hum of its engine taking over the night. Jack squinted into the high beams. "I think that's a truck." A pause, and then, grinning sideways at Sol - "Wanna go for another ride?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 12:05 pm
" No." She never no'd so hard in her life before. Not even at the twists and turns of Outlander! Olga shuddered. "I don't want to take your's." She whispered. "It's your's, not mine." She turned her attention to the truck as well, and at the suggestion, she panicked. "Hitchhiking?" Olga asked, looking back at him with wide eyes. "But so many people get killed---" She immediately paused, staring at him, and really that horror stricken look was just permanently stuck on her face at this point. She was worried about them getting murdered by the motorist after he or she picked them up, but she quickly realized her error. She should be worried that Jack would kill the motorist. "Not really, no. I think it's my bed time soon" Olga replied, her lips twisting. "But uh...that doesn't really matter, does it?" She was resigned. Still horrified, but resigned. wuthering gee IF YOU WANT TO START A NEW RP GO FOR IT <3
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