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 Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 6:19 pm
July always seemed hot, and with nothing else to do to pass the time, Peter found himself out in the park with his oldest brother, throwing a football of all things. He wasn’t much into sports so it was awkward and a bit clumsy, whereas his brother was built like a quarterback, despite baseball being his sport of preference.
“I am spinning it!” he whined, fumbling the ball as it was hurled back to him. He was better with science and math and astronomy and anything other than awkwardly throwing around an equally awkward ball. It wasn’t even a ball. Despite being obviously miserable, it was obvious that his older brother was enjoying himself. Which was nice, considering everything that had happened recently.“You have to grip it like I showed you,” Michael laughed, catching the ball that was thrown back to him and preparing to throw it back. Michael and Peter might be over fourteen years apart in age, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t trying to be a good brother. Sure he hadn’t been around for several years, but he was there now, right?
“You could be good, with practice. Too bad Azure doesn’t have much of a football team,” he teased. Michael was in little more than a tank top and basketball shorts, while Peter wore cargo shorts and a tee, which looked too big on his gangly limbs.
Even so, he hadn’t expected Peter would step out of the way when he purposefully threw it as hard as he could towards him. Instead, the football skidded off the ground towards some prissy looking ten walking down the sidewalk. “Look out!” he needlessly called while he could hear Peter’s audible cringe of regret.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 11:10 am
"Oh, Foochie! What a lovely day," Elegancia chirped adoringly, "for the plebeians to be out." She ended her statement in a dull, annoyed tone. Truthfully, the auburn-haired beauty was not one for parks: surely, she stood out, what with her designer clothes and flawlessly applied makeup. She wasn't even wearing comfortable shoes! Elegancia always chose to forsake function for fashion- and as such, she had elected to wear her favorite pair of Louboutins. But, if she despised the commonfolk and parks so much, what brought her out? Well, despite being a woman who was raised with every luxury fathomable, she wasn't completely selfish. At least, not when it came to her baby, her boo-boo, her poochie: Foochie! Foochie was a chestnut-brown dachshund with white spots on his coat and paws, that gave him the appearance of wearing a brown tuxedo. But because he was raised in the same capacity as his mistress, he had grown to be just as persnickety. Elegancia thought she was doing him a favor by bringing him to the park, but the reality of the situation was he was abhorring the situation just as much as she was. To make matters worse, Elegancia stepped on a pile of laser-green ABC gum. "Oh. My. Wooooooooooord!!!!" she shrieked, a flock of pigeons flying away in fright as she did so. " Who did this?! Who?! Was it you??" Elegancia pointed accusatorily at an elderly woman hobbling by, who just ignored her. It was at this moment that the prissy, awful woman, designer clothes and extravagant makeup and all, bent over to retrieve her shoe out of the gum. What happened next made her see red: a ball struck her precious, perfect, cuddly, adorable baby-- not very hard, but enough to make him yelp in surprise. Foochie immediately ran beneath his mistress' alabaster legs and leered at the muscular man and teenage boy looking over at them. She had no words. Elegancia simply gripped both hands into knuckles and breathed in and out aggressively. To relieve some of her anger, Elegancia ripped her lone Louboutin off of the gum and immediately ran the stiletto heel through the ball-- it let out a soft whizzing sound as the air escaped. As she did so, Elegancia felt a sick sense of relief: she looked back at both men and pursed her plump lips into a half-smile, forming the shape of a heart, and then cocked her head to the side elegantly. "Oops!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 1:43 pm
Peter couldn’t say he was all that upset when this woman decided to shove her probably very expensive heel through the ball. At least he didn’t have to worry about looking like an idiot throwing it back and forth any more, but Michael didn’t look all that impressed. Then again, it was his job to deal with children. Not that this woman with the dog was a child, but he could imagine she was used to getting what she wanted. “‘Oops’??? That’s all you can say?” Michael frowned as he slowed in his approach, having started making his way over to her when the ball hit her dog. Did he feel bad about hitting the dog? Yeah he did. Did he think she should get away with being a little b***h? Not at all.
“Peter, go ahead and call the police. And I’m sure you’re going to want to call your lawyer,” he pointed out with a sneer. Was it worth the trouble for a busted football? Probably not. But he was sure this woman had never been disciplined in her life if she was going to stab her Louboutin heel through a football. “I’ve never had to take someone to court before, so this should be a fun experience.” All Peter could do, besides trudge along behind his brother, was gape in exasperation. “Wait, really??” he sputtered, hesitating for a few moments before realizing Michael was serious and reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. “Uh… it’s just a football…” he mumbled, unlocking his phone and searching for the number to the local police department. "Shouldn't we just call dad? Doesn't he have a lawyer? Isn't Marissa a lawyer?" he asked, mostly to himself.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 2:45 pm
Court?! Did this man even know who he was speaking to? His muscles must have been cutting the circulation to his brain off, because clearly he didn't. Elegancia composed herself, now-flat ball in hand, and laughed boisterously into the back of her free hand. "Oooohohohoho!! Yes, please, call the police. I would love to inform them how you ruthlessly assaulted my poor dog." She delicately slipped her petite foot back into the Louboutin and then marched closer to the boys, forgetting gum was stuck to the bottom-- she was collecting grass and clumps of dirt all the while. Elegancia stood directly in front of Michael and pushed the deflated ball into his hands. A shimmering copper lock of hair cascaded from her shoulder and framed her face delicately as she did so. "You might need this-- you know-- for the police. I think you'll need any evidence you can get your buffoonish hands on." It was then that Elegancia turned to Peter, flashing a charming smile at him. She took up a delicate, cooing tone as she began, "is this man your brother? Tell me-- is he nice to you? Does he treat you well?" Elegancia ran a soft hand along the side of his young face as he fumbled on his phone. "Because he sure frightened my dog-- look!" As she finished her statement, she swept Foochie off the ground, re-adjusting his Coach collar, and held him towards the young man. Almost as though they had been through this situation before, Foochie put on his puppy-dog face and whimpered, as if by Elegancia's command.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 5:37 pm
Peter stared at the crazy woman as she approached them with her dog, his hand hesitating once more on the phone. He honestly didn’t want to spend the rest of his evening going over testimony with the police. And for a football? Yeah, it was a jerk thing to do, but it was a little much, wasn’t it?
He stared in surprise when she looked up at him, his eyes widening for a moment when she touched his face, stumbling backwards a few steps, frowning in concern as he tried to ignore his burning cheeks. “Y-yeah?” he stammered, looking from the woman to Michael and then back to the woman and then the fashionable dog.
This was too surreal. She was too… too much like the woman at the galas he sometimes went to with his mother. At least when he was too young to stay home by himself. He never expected to encounter one of these heiresses in a public setting. Like a doll outside of its box. “Don’t touch him,” Michael reached out to push Peter back, but the woman already was scooping up her dog to show how traumatized he was. “Your dog looks just as spoiled as you. I bet I could get you on charges for not picking up your dog’s crap, too. Yeah, it is against the law to leave it,” he added sensing she might argue about doing something so filthy. Why would she have to pick up something a janitorial worker was being paid for? He knew her type, probably because he used to be just like her.
“Good, this will be perfect for finger prints,” he scoffed, taking the deflated ball back from her. “Since you’re giving up evidence, we’ll probably be needing that shoe, too,” he suggested, holding his hand out for it as well.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 7:16 pm
Elegancia ripped her gaze from the young man and placed it onto Michael. Obviously, Peter was too young to appreciate her feminine qualities. He would be of no use-- a shame. How uncouth the two of them were! "Excuse me, but Foochie's ... crap... is probably worth more than your entire life. Even then-- are you going to go search for some? Is that your job? A professional poop person? Ha! You look like it, honestly. I could use some help like you around my home, if that's the case. I can put you in a speedo, I'm sure you'd look great." Elegancia giggled mockingly, running a stray finger down his bicep. Placing her dog back on the ground, Foochie sat down and turned his nose up at both men, as if to mimic his mistress. When Michael asked for her shoe, she immediately went on the defense. "You'll get my dog's excrements before you get any of my shoes." Elegancia put her hands on her hips commandingly and puffed her chest out. It was then that she began to feel sharp tingling on her foot... She looked down, and what did she see? A farm of ants crawling up her soft ankle, biting her here and there-- Elegancia had stepped on an ant pile and brought ants with her. The gum surely did not help. Yelping in pain, Elegancia jumped out of the shoe and began to dance around, wiping ants off and screaming.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2015 5:24 pm
“Probably,” he agreed, his sneer widening in dark amusement when she suggested that her dog’s crap was worth more than his entire life. And to think he used to be into girls like her. Maybe back when he was young and immature. Michael raised an eyebrow and glanced down at his arm when she reached out to touch him.
“Ah, excellent. I can throw sexual harassment into the charges as well,” he mused and tilted his head towards Peter to indicate he was speaking to him, but still watching the woman as she placed the dog down and realized she was being attacked by ants. Of everything that had happened so far, this was by far worth all the trouble. “See, Peter? Classic example of karma. Never underestimate it,” he pointed out as he leaned down to pick up the discarded shoe and shook off some of the ants.
“Gross, you walk around like this?” he asked indicating the gum and dirt and grass stuck to the heel. “Doesn’t matter. It looks like a knock off. Definitely last season.” Peter remained standing nearby and staring from Michael to the woman as they practically bickered at each other. He almost felt bad when the woman realized she had ants all over her, but she had been the one to ruin their ball after they’d spooked her dog. The dog didn’t look like it had been harmed at least, but now with the woman freaking out over being bitten, he realized they had drawn a bit of attention to them from others at the park.
Or rather, this woman had drawn attention to herself by flailing around. “Shouldn’t we help her?” he wondered, feeling slightly guilty that he was just watching. Before getting a response from Michael, Peter turned to run back where he’d left the water bottle his mother had him bring with them, and then back over to the woman. “Hey, hold still, use this,” he offered, holding out the bottle to her so she could rinse the ants off her leg. He’d been bitten by ants plenty of times. It was not a fun experience.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2015 8:31 pm
"Karma...? S-sexual harassment...?" Elegancia completely forgot that ants were eating her soft ankle alive when she uttered those words. "Oh, you poor thing," Elegancia started, "that wasn't sex. That wasn't even sexual. Oh, oh, oh-- I get it now. My soft touch must have drove your mind to the gutter." Her mind resumed its task of getting the ants off, that is, until the oaf of a man practically stole her shoe. "You put that back right now and I won't scream that you grabbed my chest and are now robbing me. I'm serious-- you think I am saying this in jest!!" Despite being a selfish, snotty, awful woman-- Elegancia still had feelings-- and the whole "last season" remark was taking it too far. Things were getting personal. As Peter looked on worriedly, Foochie sat equidistant between where he was standing and Elegancia was sitting, bickering with Michael. Another day in the life of Foochie, pooch of a sassy, spoiled woman-- he was used to her arguing with people, but not for this long. The average person would have typically conceded long ago just to be rid of Elegancia, but not this tall, built man. When Peter turned and made a trip to get whatever he was fetching, Foochie thought it would be fun to chase after the boy. He didn't immediately follow him, at first acting disinterested and not trying to be directly near him. Something about the boy seemed intriguing to the little dachshund. As Peter brought the water back to Elegancia, he drew in closer, looking up at him inquisitively. Although Peter directly addressed Elegancia and even extended the bottle to her, she did not immediately notice him-- she was too fixated on Michael. Foochie, however, was now in close to proximity to the young boy-- he knew his mistress would not be paying attention to either of them until she was done arguing. Elegancia would definitely need the water, though-- her ankle was starting to swell. Truthfully, Elegancia was so sheltered that she had never been bitten by ants. Her leg started to swell a bit. "This is getting really itchy," she noted quietly. Could she have been... Allergic?
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 6:28 pm
“Nope, pretty sure that’s the definition of sexual harassment,” Michael scoffed, taking a step away from her lest she really try to shout about him grabbing her. Absurd. Him trying to rob her? While he was there with his little brother and a busted football with a hole that just happened to be the perfect size of her heel?
“Please, go ahead and call for help. The police haven’t shown up for me yet, so if you can get them here faster, that would be great,” he pointed out with absolutely no sympathy for her swelling ankle. “Besides, why would I rob you of just one shoe?? How would I get any profit from one, last season, shoe?” Yeah, he knew it hit a nerve. “Will both of you stop??” Peter let out an exasperated breath, moving over to the woman when she ignored him the first time and knelt down to try and get a better look at her ankle. He glanced over to her dog and couldn’t help but show him a small smile. If circumstances were different, he might have tried seeing if the dachshund wanted a belly rub. “Yeah, you wish they would stop too, right?” he wondered, uncapping the water bottle and pouring it on the woman’s ankle before she would have the chance to argue. The could should at least keep the swelling down.
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