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That threw him off his game a little. He'd not actually thought she'd attack him, not much anyway, more expecting she'd bolt under the pressure, and he'd been just waiting to cut her off, toy with her, cage her between the two of them. It felt stupid, though, trying to react in the same way now as she simply calmly walked off, and his second of hesitation lost him his chance, leaving him standing there, a disgusted, incredulously sneering almost-smile on his face, hostile and humorless.
Dorien, of course, promptly burst out snickering at his brother's expense. That got Everett moving, stepping suddenly and aggressively after her retreating back, but Dorien closed the distance between them in a step, grabbing his wrist and pulling him firmly off course. In the same movement, before Everett could shake him off, Dorien had captured his side calmly and was turning him in the same swirling dance he'd led Peyton on, all behind the girl's back, while calmly addressing her.
"We already ate dinner, but there's a gift basket by the booze."
Everett's eyes were boring dully, darkly, into his brother's less receptive ones, stiffly falling into step with him but unamused.
"I didn't know we were playing good cop bad cop," he accused sarcastically.
"You're the one who said we should be nicer to her," Dorien murmured, with a ghost of a lazy smirk, more in those hooded eyes than anything, and finished, as he lifted one of his hands to spin him, "Relax."
They made an elegant couple, working, of course, far more smoothly together than Peyton and Dorien had, though Everett was doing no more than grudgingly, automatically following Dorien's lead. It was almost difficult to tell, though.. their steps were practically simultaneous, perfectly in sync. As could be expected, perhaps. It was easy to imagine the two of them practicing dance lessons together... or easier still, to picture the pair in matching vests and ties, perfectly fitted, on the dance floor of some posh event.
The kitchen was not much to speak of, seeing as how the bungalow was built for short stays and catered meals, and had little more than a counter, sink, microwave and mini-fridge, plus basic silver and dishware. The counter, of course, was where the basket had been set, unwrapped but barely touched, with the usual assortment of cheese, salami, crackers, fresh fruit and snacks nestled among crimped paper shreds.
"She'll probably stab you in your sleep tonight with a cheese-knife," Everett was drawling calmly, flatly, to his brother, annoyance reluctantly, slightly diffused, though he still looked unimpressed at his brother's assistance in the girl's momentary escape.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2016 5:25 pm
You can keep me out 'till I tear the walls, 'Till I save your heart and to take your soul, For what has been done can not be undone.
Hearing two sets of footsteps coming close made her quicken her pace a little, expecting one of them to grab her from behind. Once safely in the other room, she turned back to witness the brothers dance. She took in Everett's sour face and Dorien's calm manner, putting two and two together. She appreciated his intervention, but took it as a lapse in cruelty rather than a favor. The girl didn't see the three of them getting along by any means in their future.
Peyton approached the counter, a little less than pleased that all was left to eat were light party snacks. Having skipped lunch due to their arrival at her room, she was feeling famished. Though, she had done with less before, so she didn't make a fuss about it. She picked out a pear and took a chomp out of it, sweet, soft and even a little juicy. She put it back in her mouth, keeping it there to leave her hands free. After stacking a few small piles of cheese and crackers together, she grabbed the fruit from between her lips and continued feasting on it. She ate rather quickly, a habit she picked up from years of malnutrition.
Peyton turned her attention back to the twins, but didn't leave the spot next to the counter. She didn't want to leave her snack pile. With the music still loud, she didn't hear their conversation, but that didn't stop her from smiling with wry amusement at the twin, who was getting the same treatment she had with Dorien.
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The song ended while she was eating, to make way for another, vastly different from the first, but somehow in keeping with the mood of the evening, a fitting follow-up... but Lord, was that an eclectic playlist. Everett and Dorien rose to the challenge, matching the increase in intensity and pace, footwork suddenly breaking from form into something much more quick and free-style, both equally committed now. They were certainly a pair, partners in crime to be sure, a fierce and aggressive flair to their style, simultaneously competitive and in sync, at once a duo and a single entity.
The song kept them busy for its duration, and they executed the sudden finish with as much flair as could be expected, perfectly un-self-consciously. Laughing, they broke away from each-other, each looking a little breathless, one wandering over to where a smartphone was docked, setting the music to something more background, while the other approached the mantel, where a bottle and second tumbler had been set in pretty poor judgement of potential fire hazards. A thick trickle of amber liquid glugged into the glass, brilliant in the gleam of the firelight, together with the icecubes it stirred about. That twin finally caught notice of Peyton again, and had a lazy smirk for her, barely a twist of those full lips.
"Come on, kitty-cat," he drawled, perfectly audible now that the volume had been lowering. "You can't hide away in there all night."
"Yeah, come socialize," the other agreed, sauntering back over and stretching an arm out her way as if to invite her underneath it, beckoning her lazily. "You're being rude."
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2016 7:10 pm
You can keep me out 'till I tear the walls, 'Till I save your heart and to take your soul, For what has been done can not be undone.
Peyton quickly went from mildly entertained to wildly impressed, watching the two make a party out of the cozy island-themed living room. The high energy show made her eat slower so she could focus more on their dancing. It held her captive in stunned silence until the song ended.
She watched the two laugh together, and for a moment, felt a twinge of envy. Peyton focused herself back to the pear, taking the final bite from its flesh. Once the music turned down, she had moved on to crackers, crumbs raining down as she took a bite from salami and cheese sandwiched between two crackers.
She glanced at the twins, looking irritated.
"I'm eating.", she explained with her mouth full, as if they were interrupting.
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"We're bored," Everett taunted back in perfect mimicry of her tone, mouth half open in a flat 'duh' expression, dark eyes boring sardonically into hers.
"Eat out here,"Dorien drawled. "We don't give a s**t."
"Yeah! Not like there's a deposit!" Everett twirled lazily, and vaulted in one step suddenly up onto the couch. A feral grin was forming as he turned tightly back to them on one heel, alcohol slopping lightly over his hand and an unsteady light in his glinting eyes, a little too intense, as always.
"Make a mess," he drawled loudly. "******** wreck the place."
He enunciated 'wreck' by tightening his mouth as he viciously kicked a cushion off the couch. Dorien lunged down to snatch it before it hit the ground, viper-fast, and hurled it violently back at his brother's knees without missing a beat.
"-- we don't care!"
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Gummi_Peach
Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2016 8:10 pm
You can keep me out 'till I tear the walls, 'Till I save your heart and to take your soul, For what has been done can not be undone.
She rolled her eyes initially at his mimicry, stuffing another cracker into her mouth. They both sounded whiny and childish, but a part of her still liked being wanted. However, it wasn't a concern for cleanliness that was making her stay in the kitchen. She wanted a moment away from the two, not trusting them enough to be near them. They've proven thus far that they didn't deserve the privilege of willing company.
And yet...
Destroying the place sounded like fun, and the twins reckless encouragement made it even more tempting. There wasn't anything within reach to break besides a bottle of alcohol, and that wasn't a good idea, being barefoot. Peyton wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, letting out a sigh before pacing back into the living room.
"Fine, I'm here. Happy?",she said, having a harder time sounding annoyed this time.
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They'd been distracted by a brief scuffle involving that pillow, during which Everett had nearly slipped abruptly off the couch, and Dorien had gotten smacked face-first with it, quite hard, after which he'd ripped it from Everett's hands and tossed it out into the room. Some more alcohol was definitely spilled in the process; Dorien was smearing a tongue over the back of his wrist to lick off some splatter when Peyton caught their attention again.
"H'aw, yes," Everett laughed in wickedly warm reply, toppling gracefully off the couch in one long stride, sauntering towards her, a cocky, dancing sway to his crooked steps, not necessarily deliberate at all, or for that matter, something he could even help at this point. Dorien reached out for his drink as he passed, plucking it from his hand and crossing over to the fireplace behind his brother's back. Holding the icecubes in with a few fingers, he tossed the alcohol into the pit, letting it flare up in an angry burst, crackling and spitting.
"Come have a drink, kiddo-- Dory!"
He whined over his shoulder, feet dragging themselves idly into a turn to look his brother's way without pausing or diverting his path towards the young lady.
Dory had already pulled the bottle off the mantel and lifted those striking brows in taunting, suggestive question, staring solemnly up at her from under a slightly inclined head. He shook the tumbler in his other hand, rattling the ice inside temptingly.
"What do you say, Peyton?" he drawled softly, hoarsely, lips cracked laxly apart, effortlessly sensual, brooding blue eyes boring up into hers. "Wanna get wasted?"
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Gummi_Peach
'they both sounded whiny and childish...' <3 i know it's early but i gotta say i already am... pretty fiercely attached to this trio. they're kinda awesome together haha. i could see so many ways this could go and they're all p great
Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2016 9:15 pm
You can keep me out 'till I tear the walls, 'Till I save your heart and to take your soul, For what has been done can not be undone.
The tolerance was short lived. Peyton noticed the not-so-balanced Everett stumble around towards her and knew the guy was drunk, if not tipsy. Her eyebrows furrowed at him until Dorien once again saved the day by cutting his brother off, promptly dumping his supply (whatever left of it, that is) into the fire. At least the two seemed to be in high spirits. She'd take that over the predatory circling or violent tantrums thrown her way.
She glanced at Dorien, who was offering her some of the drink. Property damage, illegal drinking…what a bad influence these two were. The girl shook her head.
"No thanks...I'm only nineteen.", she explained with a slightly wrinkled nose, as if that made a difference to them. She realized they probably wouldn't accept that as a reasonable objection and continued,"Plus, it's gross."
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A stifled snort cracked out of one of them, strained... and like a dam slowly splintering, a chain reaction quickly followed, and it was only moments before they both burst into snickering, candid laughter.
"-- So are we," Dorien managed to point out breathlessly, teary-eyed. A warm smirk fighting at his mouth, Everett turned back toward her, and grabbed her arm, dragging her close enough that he could release it and throw an arm around her neck, pulling her close to his side.
"It's an acquired taste, shorty," he explained, leaning down to speak into her temple, at her hairline, closer than he needed to be and perhaps even realized he was. He was heading back to the couch, pulling her along with him. "It's fun. Let loose a little. Dory."
That last, second call to his brother, was an annoyed whine, beckoning the hand around her neck impatiently in gesture to his tumbler.
"No way," Dorien drawled coldly. "I'm the one that's gotta sit next to your hungover b***h a** on the plane for three hours tomorrow, you're done."
"f*****t," he grumbled, dismissively returning his attention to the girl. "So what, you've never even been drunk?"
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Gummi_Peach
aaa i'm so glad c,: <333 and gd it, twins, please don't get me reported ><
Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2016 10:21 pm
You can keep me out 'till I tear the walls, 'Till I save your heart and to take your soul, For what has been done can not be undone.
Peyton stood there awkwardly as the two started laughing for no recognizable reason. Once Dorien pointed out their age, her cheeks flushed. She didn't like being laughed at. How was she supposed to know their ages? The two look like young adults dragged straight out of a fashion catalogue. She thought they were in their 20's, but at least she wasn't that far off. It was still a little daunting that all three were the same age. The twins sporting a larger than life attitude made them seem older some how, strikingly similar to her idea of college students on spring break. Was it at eighteen years that students usually graduate high school? Peyton couldn't remember.
She let her running thoughts get the best of her, not noticing the closer twin reach for her arm. Peyton was worried he was going to topple over and drag her down with him as he pulled her along towards the couch. The scent of alcohol on his breathe was stronger now, making her nose wrinkle and eyes twitch.
"I'd rather not.", she replied firmly. The girl listened to their brief argument and frowned. Three hours? Awesome. She sighed and responded back to the brother still holding her hostage,"No, but I've seen what drunk people do."
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"-- Yeah?" he drawled, after a moment's silence, gazing slyly down at the girl captured under his arm. The ghost of a dangerously playful smirk floated about his features, and his tone had shifted slightly, in a subtle but vaguely unsettling way, too still.
It was the only warning she'd get of possible danger, before he hooked his arm tighter and pulled her suddenly forward in front of him, facing him. He caught her by the forearms, holding them low, playfully letting her have some distance if she tried, then tugging her, lazily but firmly, in close once more. His hooded blue eyes bored tauntingly into hers, head tilted to regard her.
"... And just what have you seen...," he massaged his thumbs idly, deeply, into her flesh, full lips softly cracked apart, focus all for her, "drunk men do?"
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aaa i'm so glad c,: <333 and gd it, twins, please don't get me reported ><
Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 5:10 pm
You can keep me out 'till I tear the walls, 'Till I save your heart and to take your soul, For what has been done can not be undone.
Her eyes shifted up at him, aware of the sudden change in atmosphere. With her background, she had grown sensitive to that sort of thing. He didn't let her have the chance to react though, swinging her into place. Peyton was already fed up with being handled, and this was no exception. She took a step back as she scowled at him, but couldn't shake off his grip. She let out a growl of frustration as he tugged her back towards him, her eyes glaring straight at his.
What have you seen drunk men do?
Her throat tightened. The not so subtle change from "people" to "men" made it clear to what Everett was implying, and it made the girl freeze. She appeared to be looking past the twin now as the memory of her first kill, and everything that took place before the fatal blow, came vividly back to her. The smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol, the tight grip he had on her arms, and the tan textured ceiling of the hotel room, all came back so clearly.
Her eyes focused back on Everett and her body was suddenly her own again. With a quick and forceful movement, her knee sprung up right in between the boys legs.
"I've seen them earn that!", she spit at the boy before darting off to find the bathroom to lock herself in.
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So, after last time, he really probably should have been more careful. But he was a cocky, narcissistic, self-centered teenager, and the situation seemed perfectly under his control, the tiny little girl pinned under his undeniably overpowering grip.
Until she moved with awful, violent suddeness, and then he was doubled over, grappling clumsily for the couch for balance, the worst pain you could think of, felt everywhere the way bad pain is, like a fist had seized his guts and wrenched, a sharp sensation in the pit of his chest, nauseating. More all-consuming than the pain, though, was that white hot, fuming, vicious rage, dangerous.
Ignoring his brother, snarling horrifically violent swears that didn't deserve to be heard, red in the face as he yelled after her, Dorien bolted as soon as she did, bare feet swift and sure on the hardwood, long legs gaining on her quickly. He closed the distance between them in a moment, catching up to her just around the corner to the hall and seizing one of her arms, brutally reversing her momentum to yank her to the wall close to him. He was there in an instant, shoving her into it front-first, body tight against hers, a hand gripping each upper arm firmly.
"Shhh-sh-sh-sh-sh," he soothed in a whisper, tone soft and lazy even now, an unpleasant contrast to his grip, pinning her mercilessly. His mouth was close to her ear, but he stared idly past her, at the wall. "That was stupid. Hilarious, but... stupid. You need to calm down, before you get hurt."
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oh my god that made my day rofl
Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 7:09 pm
You can keep me out 'till I tear the walls, 'Till I save your heart and to take your soul, For what has been done can not be undone.
In that instant, she had it all planned out. Wait in the bathroom until the drunk cooled down. Safe and simple. Zeroing in on the door, she didn't even notice the yelling, let alone the footsteps, behind her and was caught off guard by the strong force that slammed her into the wall. She yelped in surprise, cheek squished against the hard surface. Panic was setting in. Her eyes went wide in fear as she struggled to get out from under the twin. The effort was wasted, as she was firmly sandwiched between the boy and the wall.
"You need to let go!", she rasped desperately, not as threatening as she had wanted.
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His heart was thudding hard, sickly, tight and burning. He fought to hide how strained his breathing was, stomach rolling pleasantly as she squirmed beneath his tight grip, and had to resist squeezing her harder.
"He's got a reeally bad temper," he warned somberly, a hoarse, detached whisper, only faintly breathless. "You've gotten yourself in a bit of a tight spot here, you know. This could get ugly. Just follow my lead, okay?"
He didn't wait more than a beat for a response, not expecting one, then pulled away, dragging her with him, as firmly as necessary but not violently, walking her close in front of him back out into the living room. Everett was already recovered enough to have started for the hallway, and was stalking straight towards them, face still flushed and an ugly sneer on his face.
He didn't pause, didn't taunt, didn't hesitate once he'd closed the distance between them, just drew back his open hand and struck viciously her across the face, as brutally hard as a slap could be.
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