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 Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 6:05 pm
Had it all been a dream?
Ophelia moaned as she rolled over in the bed, taking in her strange new surroundings. It took a couple of moments to register, but when it sank in she shot up, holding the covers close to her. She threw of her clothes during the night, and found herself in just her underwear. What was she thinking? Coming home with a total stranger! She bit her lip and pulled the covers over her head, sinking back into the bed and forming a small ball. What was she meant to do now?
Well, the plan was to stay in bed and rot away, however she needed the bathroom, and if she was going to rot away in a small ball, she would prefer to do so in a warm, dry bed. Damn her bodily functions.
She finally got up, throwing on her clothes as quickly as possible, a fresh pair of panties and tights would have been nice, but she did not have that luxury. It was then that she noticed the time on the clock, it was still early, she had not slept long at all. With this knowledge she opened the door and went in search for a bathroom. Luckily it was easy enough to find. After she had done with her business she splashed her face with some cold water, before her eyes drifted to the mirror.
She looked the same as she did before. She looked like Emilie. This glamour magic thing was insane, it was hard to believe that nobody would recognize her. She sighed, stranger things had happened, now she looked like Ophelia. She ran her fingers through her long hair, it reached the bottom of her back and was naturally straight. A small blessing to say she did not have a brush, she straightened her dress and played with her appearance until she deemed herself acceptable. With a firm nod she dried her hands and made her way downstairs.
Would it be rude to make herself a cup of coffee?
She entered the kitchen, flipping on the kettle before she began to look through the numerous cupboards. Food she could live without, coffee was a daily ritual she could not miss. Finally she found the cupboard she was looking for, and went about gathering the things she needed.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 8:40 pm
Raven had left the room, and heard something moving in the kitchen. She knew that Jett’s mother wouldn’t be back for a few more days at least, so all of her assumptions went to the fact that this must be the new girl that Jett had mentioned.
She hadn’t bothered to brush her hair, or put on clothes or anything, and she could only imagine how she looked. Like a crazy angry b***h most likely.
Jett had asked her not to scare this new girl away, but…honestly, she was starting to feel like that was going to be a difficult thing not to do. She was downright livid.
The blonde walked into the kitchen and stood just inside the doorway, hands on her hips. She looked the girl over, and really didn’t like what she saw. The girl was…she was just pretty. Downright pretty. If she had been ugly, that would have been one thing, but a pretty girl that Jett just happened to meet late at night.
Oh hell no.
“Okay. Tell me who you are, why you’re here, and just what you did with my boyfriend last night.” The words tumbled out of her mouth before she had a chance to think about them, and she almost didn’t even care. What had been in the well really did come out of the bucket. But at a time like this, tact wasn’t important.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 2:33 pm
Ophelia was pouring the hot water when she heard someone else enter the room, she was expecting it to be Jett, but unless he had grown a set of boobs overnight then this was not him. Maybe it was his sister? They were both blonde, he had not said anything about one though. She stood there for a moment staring on, not really knowing what to say or do. Like a true deer in the headlights she jut froze, her body and mind becoming still and quiet.
Her expression kept the same emotionless look as the questions were thrown at her, she picked up the cup and held it to her lips. Boyfriend? Well that answered that question. This was Jett's girlfriend? Oh snap, she had not foreseen this situation. She needed to make a good impression, especially if she wanted to stay here. Did she want to stay here? "Ophelia." She finally replied out after a moment, her voice quiet and rather sweet. The other girl looked really angry for some reason, was it rude to make a coffee? All the brunette could do was stand rather awkwardly, she leaned against the counter, keeping her eyes on the other girl.
She raised her eyebrow at the questions, was this girl a Senshi too? Jett had told her not to worry about anything, she was kind of hoping he would fill people in for her, since he would do a better job at it than herself. "Didn't he... explain things?" She asked, more to herself than the other female in the room, ofcourse he hadn't or she would not be asking. Well, this was a situation she would have preferred to avoid.
She looked to the side, picking up the kettle before directing her honey coloured eyes back at the blonde girl. "Would you like a coffee?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 4:50 pm
“Ophelia, huh?” Raven was still fuming, and even more so when the girl looked half petrified. What kind of game was she even playing? “Did he explain things? Yeah. He explained enough, but I don’t believe it. He seemed too damn smug. Are you planning on living here, Ophelia? Are you planning on shacking up with my boyfriend now that you’re here? I won’t stand for this, I hope you know. I don’t care if you’re new, I don’t care if you don’t have a home, I don’t want you staying here.”
She walked over to the girl, and stopped a few feet away. That damn smirk that Jett had worn still in her mind, making her angrier than she normally would have been in a situation like this. “No. I don’t want any coffee, but I suggest you get out.”
The blonde closed her eyes, counting to ten, then fifteen. Finally she opened them again, trying to force her voice to become calmer. “I’m not happy with this. I’m really not.” Her anger wasn’t going away, and she backed up a few more steps. It wouldn’t do to get mad at a lost, confused newbie. No, her punches were reserved for her stupid, idiotic boyfriend.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 5:27 pm
Ophelia raised an eyebrow, was she hearing this right? She shook her head in disbelief and sighed. Drama, oh wonderful teenage drama, how sweet it tasted first thing in the morning. Ophelia was not interested in Jett, she had never been interested in any boy and in truth she had bigger concerns in her life than getting laid. Somehow loosing your life, home, family and friends killed your lust for romance, though the girl was in too much of a rage to see that. "No." She answered plainly, keeping that same blank expression she was known for.
She was not going to get angry, there was no point wasting energy on a situation as stupid as this. She kept her voice calm and her words thought out. "This is not your house. Jett invited me to stay here, and only he can withdraw that invitation. Happy about it or not... it's not your choice to make." She shrugged, bringing the cup to her lips once more, she was not trying to be rude, infact she would have rather liked it if they got along. However from the blondes mood she knew that was near impossible. She had already sent out a verdict and Ophelia knew there was no case she could plead to prove her innocence.
She did not even know if she wanted to stay. A small part of her did, because as strange as this place was it was the place she knew the most. Spending two nights in two different places would be stressful, she would rather get used to one. Either way, if she went it would be her own choice, she did not like being bossed around, not by someone who was not making sense.
It was a shame really, Jett seemed like a nice person, though she did not know him that well. All she knew is that he had helped her when she was alone, and he deserved better than be a suspect.
"You should really learn to trust him."
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 5:46 pm
Raven wasn’t calmed by the lack of emotion provided by Ophelia. She wasn’t comforted by the calming tone and the logical answer. No that, if anything only served to make her angrier. She shook her head and just glared at the other girl.
What she wouldn’t give right now to just power up, and use her mirror wraiths to drain her and then just walk out. But, that would be completely counterproductive. In a roundabout way, hadn’t she been the cause of all of this? Ares had mentioned that the energy from the mirror wraiths was what allowed her to make new senshi, and now look. A new senshi was made. What a pain in the a**.
The blonde snorted in disgust when the brunette mentioned that she should learn to trust Jett. “Yeah? And what the hell do you even know, Ophelia? You don’t know him. You don’t know what other situations he’s gotten himself into. I’m sick of this. I’m sick of all of this. I hope you two are very happy together.”
She stormed out of the room, quickly powered up, and forced herself through one of the large mirrors in the house. Forget it. She was done. There wasn’t even any point in trying to make any plans or fix anything right now. She was too damn angry, and nothing was going to help.
Damn him. Just, damn Jett to hell.
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