|
Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Sept 12, 2013 4:38:09 GMT -8
For one reason or another Marcos saw it fitting to pick today, of all days, to take a nice hike in the mountains. Why he thought of this was beyond him; in fact, he had never even considered the idea of hiking before the night before. But he lived in Los Angeles and the Santa Monica mountains were right there. So the only question left was why not?. It had been a while since he heard from his lawyer friend and had their run-in, which meant the guy probably got scared and didn't wanna see him anymore. That was fine, really, because Marcos honestly had some impaired judgement from the whole deal as well. And then again with his "friends" from 4Play...Marcos vowed that, after grabbing the poor man's crotch, he would not be guilty of being a stripper again. It was a sensible solution to his clumsiness, and it would also prevent any possible future lawsuits. It was a win-win situation for everyone!
But to pass time lately, Marcos didn't have much to do. He took this opportunity to take a hike through the mountains and enjoy the peaceful air. There was no one else around, which he didn't expect there to be, but it was amazing that something so close to such a large city was empty. Marcos wasn't complaining about that because it gave him some time to think, and thinking time was always a great time. He thought about his living situation with Naomi and trying to get his own place. At this time he was able to afford it, but he would have to severely cut down helping with his dad. That wasn't something he was necessarily unwilling to do, but the idea itself was still a bit disturbing. After all, the man raised him, despite his love for women and alcohol now. And Marcos loved the man for doing such a great job at raising him (for as long as he did). Marcos thought he turned out just fine, and with friends like Naomi and Tequila...hell even coworkers like Royal - they all kept him in line.
Wearing nothing more than a pair of boot cut light blue jeans and some tennis shoes, Marcos stretched his toned body across a hill where he had taken a spot to sit. The temperature outside was a little chilly, but to Marcos, who had been hiking and and getting all sweaty, felt amazing. His brown leather backpack sat beside him on the ground, carrying all of his necessary supplies. He reached in and produced a bottle of chilled water, turning up and drinking a good third before replacing the cap. Marcos reached up and wiped the leftover water from his lip, sighing in a satisfied manner.
Today was a very enjoyable day.
Wednesday, May 16th.
|
|
|
Post by MI-HO MOON on Sept 29, 2013 1:51:35 GMT -8
She said leave me alone, but just don't leave me here, alright?
May 16th
tag | Marcos
words | 516 | Although she had been born and raised in Los Angeles, it was only the other day that Mi-Ho realized she had almost never ventured over to the city's nearby mountains. She had lived so close to them for eighteen years and the number of times she had been there could be counted on her hands. At least three of those times had just been for less-than-fun school trips that often ended in sunburns, bug bites, and some annoyance at her schoolmates.
What possessed her to give the mountains another try was simple. She was bored and looking for some sort of new outlook. Going alone rather than with anyone would mean a significantly quieter trip. It was just for the day and she would be starting her new job within the next week. It made sense to go ahead and go while she was still feeling up for the journey. Only a few things were packed before she headed out. Her phone, of course, and her canvas tote pack to carry a small lunch that she planned to eat while there. She was only taking enough money for the bus trip there and back. At least she figured it was enough. If worse came to worse and she got stranded, then she figured she would just call her brother to come pick her up.
The bus ride over was not exactly fun as it was a bit too long. However, the mountains themselves seemed fairly agreeable. In a skirt, tank top, and jacket, she wasn't really dressed for hiking. She had even slipped off her flats on the parts of the path that seemed more agreeable for it. So, she just walked for a long while on the trails provided with no particular aim. It was actually pretty quiet, which she figured was the bonus of going on a weekday. It gave her a lot of room to just enjoy the time and generally just… be. She had gotten quite a ways on the mountain by the time she saw the man lying in the grass. She had seen a few people here and there on her long walk, but this was the first person who was actually being still. A hiker judging by what he was wearing.
It didn't seem too terribly out of the ordinary, but she still wondered if this person needed some checking on. She was the only person around for quite awhile and it was always possible that he needed help. Mi-Ho was normally the kind of person who could walk by such a scene without so much as even calling for some sort of help on her phone. However, she was feeling nice enough today. Maybe it was the fresh air, maybe it was the change of scenery, but who really knew. Either way, she took a few steps to where the man sat. The closer she got, the more fine he seemed, but she decided to still check on him anyway. She had already gotten too close to just walk away without saying anything.
"Sorry. Are you doing alright?" |
electric has gangnam style and back to neverland
|
|
|
Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Oct 2, 2013 17:08:37 GMT -8
The serenity of being out in nature, alone and listening to the sounds of the natural world were exhilarating. Soothing to the soul - something Marcos found peace in. Living in the big city of Los Angeles had its perks, like 24 hour restaurants and never having to walk far for anything, but sometimes it was just too hectic. And when a pretty young lady spoke up from out of nowhere, Marcos instinctively jumped. He looked over, not sure how he hadn't noticed her standing there, eyes squinting from opening them widely in the direct sunlight. After a second, he was able to adjust and see her clearly. Before responding, he reached over into a pack and forced a solid black tank top on (because Marcos was an all-around decent guy, of course).
"Oh, I'm doing just fine! You scared me man!" A small laugh escaped his lips as he stood to get better acquainted with his visitor. He hadn't meant to jump like that, and he was especially embarrassed that she thought something was wrong. Now the only thing Marcos could think about was the stereotype...that one stereotype that described him precisely: a sleeping Mexican. First it was Disney World and now it was in the mountains. It was a miracle he hadn't been caught nodding off elsewhere, really. But today he wasn't exactly sleeping - more like daydreaming with his eyes closed. Perhaps he had nodded off at some point, but for the most part he felt that he was aware of his surroundings. But to her probably not so much.
His eyes were everywhere but on hers, taking in her entire body and what she was wearing. He also made sure to quickly glance over her breasts; he hadn't even met her, and staring at her chest when she was trying to be helpful would only label him as a pervert, which he wasn't. His eyes quickly drifted back toward the young woman's, attempting to make eye contact. Before she could initiate more conversation, Marcos held his hand out in a polite gesture. "The name's Marcos Palmero. It's a pleasure to meet you. Say, what's a pretty young lady doing walking out here in the mountains anyway?" That was no lie, either. According to Marcos she was very attractive, and travelling alone could be dangerous in these parts.
Oh. Now he was starting to sound like Naomi...that woman seemed to follow him everywhere he went, whether it be in mind or in body.
|
|
|
Post by JULIANNA KRAVEC on Oct 4, 2013 11:55:24 GMT -8
| she's hell on heels That girl, she's a loaded gun Gonna take 'em out take 'em one by one She knows when she's dressed to kill She'll put a bullet in your heart just to feel the thrill She walks like she's walkin' on water She moves like the boss's daughter She rides like a '67 Chevy In her drop top red and white and blue Cuz she's hell on heels And she turns my wheels With her devil smile and her angel eyes She got me all hypnotized And she's hell on heels Lunch breaks lead to drinks in cheap hotels I’m just another guy she’d burn inside her Jules didn’t particularly enjoy the great outdoors, but her agent said that photoshoots in all sorts of places would help make her portfolio look better, and it was a decent enough day. She definitely wasn’t dressed to be in the outdoors—it was terribly hard to hike up that stupid path in these heels, but at least she hadn’t needed to carry any of the equipment. That was grunt work—and it was a good thing she had a plethora of grunts for it.
The more time she spent in the woods, though, standing in various poses, trying to pretend to be interested in the flora around her, the more she started to appreciate the scenery and the quiet. It was peaceful up here, and the air was fresh and sharp. Julianna actually thought that she could breathe a little easier up here, where there was less pollution, no cars, and definitely no people. She was pretty certain that there wasn’t anyone up here except her, Daddy’s goons, and the photographer.
It was a breath of fresh air. Literally.
After the shoot (and about a dozen wardrobe changes behind a big sheet draped over some low branches), the photographer decided that they had plenty to work with and after he processed the film, they’d go through and pick out her favorites. She thanked him, then sent him and the majority of her entourage back to the parking lot where people could drive up to.
Her original plan had been to get out of there as fast as she could, but now she was feeling a little frisky. After spending a few hours there, she found herself wanted to spend some more time and actually see the scenery, instead of laying on it or trying to look fierce.
“As you wish.” Daddy’s goon—oh what was his name? They all looked the same to her sometimes (delicious and muscular), so she sometimes forgot their names. It fun to make up her own names something, though. Thing One and Thing Two, whatever she felt like—agreed to accompany her on the hike, and she would need it: she’d brought her smallest heels, but that still was poor planning on her part.
At least she would look fabulous while breaking her ankle.
Julianna donned her favorite jacket and started a little further up the mountain. Her escort had some water on him, but they weren’t going to go much further anyway. She enjoyed the scenery for another hour or so, then made her way back down the mountain and toward civilization. Her feet were killing her and all of the walking was making her uncomfortably sweaty.
At some point though—probably when she’d spotted some deer off the beaten trail and Julianna had run off to see if one would let her pet it or even possibly ride it—she’d lost her goon (mostly on purpose) and gotten all kinds of turned around.
And, of course, the ground was much more treacherous when off the path.
One twisted ankle later and a nasty little fall down a hill followed by limping into some secondary path she didn’t remember ever seeing, Julianna found herself with two other people and she sighed with relief. Good, someone to take her back to the car. She didn’t know why she ever decided she liked the outdoors—her ankle hurt, she was tired and thirsty, and she’d lost the only person who had water and who was probably going to tell Daddy and then he’d never let her do anything again.
Oh wait. She was a grown woman now. He couldn’t do that anymore.
“Praise Jesus,” she muttered, not at all actually meaning it. She wasn’t a particularly a religious woman, and it sounded weird coming out of the mouth of someone with a watered-down Russian accent. She limped toward them, very conscious of the fact that she was covered in dirt on one side of her body and that her hair probably looked a mess.
Fuck the outdoors.
Though a proud woman, Julianna knew when to admit defeat. “I’m so lost and I hurt my ankle and I need to get back to my car. Can you help?” It wasn’t a question so much as a polite way to tell them that yes, in fact, they would help her.
| |
Marcos + Hi-Moon • 722 • May 6, 2013 • THANKS ♥
|
|
|
Post by MI-HO MOON on Oct 8, 2013 11:17:15 GMT -8
She said leave me alone, but just don't leave me here, alright?
May 16th
tag | Marcos & Jules
words | 416 | Several things passed through her mind as she watched how the man reacted to her. It fell mostly on the lines of 'oh, he's fine-- wait no, don't get up or put on your tank top-- I'm not staying--'. While she didn't voice any of it, her face mouth fell to an even flatter line than usual. Mi-Ho was not very impressed or amused by the man. She remembered why she usually walked right by people when she was alone. It didn't concern her, and she didn't want to be roped into anything. Especially if they were perfectly fine. She'd have to deal with talking for now, but she wasn't going to let it drag on too long.
"Mi-Ho," she replied, not bothering to return the pleasure. He lost her with his wandering gaze followed by the address of pretty young lady. The only thing keeping her from being uncomfortable with the situation was the knowledge that she was carrying a small can of pepper spray in her tote. One could never know who they were going to meet when walking alone in or around Los Angeles. Looking down at his offered hand, she hesitated, but she did finally reach out with her own. "I was just walking. No particular reason."
She was almost grateful when she heard another voice approaching. Keyword was almost. The only thing that could be read on her face was confusion as she looked over her shoulder to see who exactly was coming to join them. Her first assumption was perhaps a friend of the man who had lost and found him, but that assumption was wiped away when she actually saw the woman. She thought she wasn't dressed for the mountain in her longer skirt and her flats. This woman looked way out of her comfort zone. She didn't bother asking the woman if she was alright, because clearly she wasn't.
The girl was having difficultly looking concerned or sympathetic. Still, she pulled out a bottle of water just in case, as that was really all she had to offer. "Well, someone's not fine," she quietly commented mainly to herself. However, she didn't waste time worrying about what actually happened to this person other than exactly what she was told. The other was lost, had a hurt ankle, and needed to get to her car. Maybe Marcos would have something like a first aid kit? She held out the bottle.
"Maybe. Do you know which way you came from?" |
electric has gangnam style and back to neverland
|
|
|
Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Oct 10, 2013 15:44:28 GMT -8
Marcos foresaw this reaction; in fact, it was all too familiar for him. He had gotten around to many parties and become quite the social man, but sometimes the ladies would give him the cold shoulder. Sometimes they would call him rather distasteful names (let's be honest - sometimes he deserved the names) and other times they would fall all over him. It really all depended. But he had seen this reaction before, and he decided not to pursue his flirtatious nature for fear of being labeled as obnoxious.
"Oh I gotcha. It's pretty nice out today, actually. I've never been out here myself but it's so peaceful..." And just as soon as the words escaped his lips, another young lady came hobbling up. She definitely didn't look like she belonged in this area. In fact, Marcos would even go as far as to say she looked like she was ready to throw something rather large at someone. Her tone said even less pleasantries, which didn't really settle well with Marcos. For the time being, he watched silently as Mi-Ho spoke up and offered a bottle of water. He wasn't exactly sure what to say himself, but he forced out a few words after Mi-Ho spoke.
"Maybe I can help ya too." Though he wasn't really all that sure what he was to help with. She seemed rather...well, he wasn't sure, but Marcos didn't exactly get the friendliest of vibes from her. Because of her Russian accent, though, Marcos did feel like maybe she wasn't from around this area. So his tone was...sympathetic. Hopefully. At least that's what he aimed for, but his words didn't exactly match.
|
|
|
Post by JULIANNA KRAVEC on Oct 11, 2013 11:27:43 GMT -8
| she's hell on heels That girl, she's a loaded gun Gonna take 'em out take 'em one by one She knows when she's dressed to kill She'll put a bullet in your heart just to feel the thrill She walks like she's walkin' on water She moves like the boss's daughter She rides like a '67 Chevy In her drop top red and white and blue Cuz she's hell on heels And she turns my wheels With her devil smile and her angel eyes She got me all hypnotized And she's hell on heels Lunch breaks lead to drinks in cheap hotels I’m just another guy she’d burn inside her Julianna was used to getting her way. It wasn’t really her fault she just—well when Daddy was involved she just got her way most of the time, so long as she asked nicely. This shouldn’t be any different, and it definitely seemed like they were interested in helping her, even though both looked a little—out of sorts.
She cocked an eyebrow and held her hand against the hip attached to the good ankle and rested all of her weight against it. “Did I—interrupt some sort of lovers’ meeting or something? If I did just point me toward the parking lot and I’ll get out of your hair,” she commented before taking the water bottle that was presented toward her. She didn’t want to come across as totally self-centered so she just took enough to wet her mouth and then handed it back with a thank you.
Sure did hit the spot.
“I guess I came from that way? I don’t know isn’t there a path I can take back down the mountain?” she asked a little rudely, but she found their lack of knowledge and silly questions quite irritating. It was a simple enough request—point me toward the parking lot! Daddy’s goons were more helpful than this.
One wrong weight shift later, Julianna was carefully settling herself on the ground and rubbing her twisted ankle. It certainly wasn’t the first time she’d twisted it while walking on heels and it probably wasn’t the last time either, but it always hurt, especially when it was on uneven ground and you fell over at the same time. These people—they probably wanted to know why she was hiking with heels.
Her voice was a pained little groan. “I was up a little higher doing a photoshoot. . . I didn’t really expect to do much hiking afterward but there was this deer, and it was just so nice out, but the stupid thing wouldn’t let me pet it,” she explained, removing the assaulting heel from her foot to stretch her ankle and give it a little rotate—nope, that hurt too. “Probably think I’m an idiot!”
| |
Marcos + Hi-Moon • 358 • May 6, 2013 • THANKS ♥
|
|
|
Post by MI-HO MOON on Oct 16, 2013 11:34:24 GMT -8
She said leave me alone, but just don't leave me here, alright?
May 16th
tag | Marcos & Jules
words | 256 | "You weren't interrupting anything. I was making sure he wasn't the one injured," Mi-Ho clarified patiently once the woman stopped talking. They were both alone on the mountain, sure. While she could vaguely see where the woman was getting her assumption, she also found it rather odd considering where they were and how she herself was dressed. The coupling of a hiker and an obvious picnicker wasn't necessarily the most ideal. They were either too different to cooperate on one hobby, or they were a couple content to live with each other's differences enough to participate in totally separate activities in one area.
For a very brief moment, she continued to contemplate the complexity of the matter before shutting the thought down before just deciding it would've made for a weird Korean drama. The actual situation and the concept derived from it was really more simple than that. None of that really had to do with her and the man she had just met.
The girl took her water bottle back quietly and listened again, though none of the information she was being given seemed really useful. "It doesn't sound like the smartest thing you could've done," she commented honestly, putting the bottle back into her bag. "A deer is a wild animal. They spread lyme disease and they've been known to trample people." Thankfully this woman hadn't been trampled, but she couldn't claim she was very sympathetic with the situation. She would leave figuring out which parking lot the woman came from up to Marcos. |
electric has gangnam style and back to neverland
|
|
|
Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Oct 21, 2013 16:04:55 GMT -8
Marcos sighed.
It was a sigh that came from a multitude of things: this ditzy woman who had no clue where she was, the fact that she was bold enough to assume some sort of established relationship between he and the pretty Asian, and the odd predicament of where and how all of this came to be. He stood by and watched as she decided to sit instead of stand (if you would call that sitting). He wanted to help, but...well, he honestly had no clue which parking lot she was talking about. Without trying to be rude, he spoke up in hopes that his tone betrayed only a hint of irritation.
"Well...I hate to break it to you, miss, but there's more than one parking lot around these parts." Honestly he didn't know for a fact that there were multiple parking lots, but...this was California for crying out loud. There was no way that the Santa Monica Mountains had one single parking lot. And the fact that she kept saying parking lot over and over was a bit annoying. Did she honestly not realize it? "Do you remember what this parking lot looked...like...Nevermind that was probably the dumbest thing I've said all day."
Mi-Ho didn't look as if she were ecstatic about this girl's presence either, which somehow managed to comfort Marcos. Knowing that he wasn't the only one getting a bit annoyed made him feel much better. Oh and don't even get Marcos started about the deer. When she mentioned that she planned to pet a deer, he mentally smacked himself at the stupidity of her actions. Now Marcos might not have been the smartest guy, but even the most remote common sense would tell someone that there's no such thing as Snow White prancing around with her forest critters, and the thought of getting close to a wild animal like that just... no. Just no.
She must be one of those blondes...
|
|
|
Post by JULIANNA KRAVEC on Oct 23, 2013 11:56:35 GMT -8
| she's hell on heels That girl, she's a loaded gun Gonna take 'em out take 'em one by one She knows when she's dressed to kill She'll put a bullet in your heart just to feel the thrill She walks like she's walkin' on water She moves like the boss's daughter She rides like a '67 Chevy In her drop top red and white and blue Cuz she's hell on heels And she turns my wheels With her devil smile and her angel eyes She got me all hypnotized And she's hell on heels Lunch breaks lead to drinks in cheap hotels I’m just another guy she’d burn inside her Yup, they certainly did think she was an idiot.
And people tended to help idiots.
Julianna sighed. “I know, I know! Diseased wild animals, more dangerous than they look, yadda yadda. . . ,” she murmured, standing back up to keep her skirt from getting too dirty. Instead, she just leaned against a tree, ignoring the way the bark cut into her elbow. This was what she wanted, after all—to ditch her escort. They were always so stuffy and bossy and—well it was just good to get away from them. He’d probably come crashing through the forest any second now, probably with his gun drawn—she was surprised she couldn’t hear him shouting for her.
However, she was getting more and more frustrated that these kids couldn’t really help her at all, but what could you do? It was her fault for not realizing that there was more than one way to get up the stupid mountain. She wasn’t an out-doorsy type, so she hadn’t expected much out of it.
“I’ll be straight with you—I don’t do outside things much. I didn’t even want to go to this stupid photoshoot, but my agent made me. I had a bodyguard with me, but sometimes I just hate it when they follow me around everywhere so I totally ditched him by chasing that deer,” she muttered, brushing a stray leaf off of her shoulder and trying to do something with her hair. It was full of sticks from when she’d fallen and it was bothering her.
She sighed again and tilted her head back to look at the sky. “I didn’t know there were different parking lots.” Julianna was talking to herself this time. What a terribly oversight on her part—but when the world revolved around you. . . . She glanced around, hoping to remember something important. If she could just make it back to the parking lot, she would feel like this was a success.
The last thing she wanted was for Daddy’s goon to show up and take her safety.
Finally, she came to a conclusion and lifted a finger. “Let’s see—I fell that way, and before that I went up the path over there.” She moved her finger through the air, tracing the path that she had taken. Maybe this would help them out a little bit. “The path is a little ways up this hill, where I chased the deer. . . so we were walking down the path this way—and it didn’t wind too much around so—the parking lot was—that way?”
Yeah, that was probably the best they were going to get.
| |
Marcos + Hi-Moon • 444 • May 6, 2013 • THANKS ♥
|
|
|
Post by MI-HO MOON on Nov 24, 2013 8:34:37 GMT -8
She said leave me alone, but just don't leave me here, alright?
May 16th
tag | Marcos & Jules
words | 319 | The woman just kept explaining herself, but Mi-Ho still failed to sympathize with the situation. Her expression did not change in the slightest, not even to concern when the woman stood and then leaned against a tree. It was all she could do to just nod along as the facts were laid out for them. "Sometimes you have to do what you hate," she replied honestly. "It sounds like you should have stayed with your bodyguard." She was never the sort of person who minded being rude.
It seemed weird for someone she assumed to be just some kind of model to have a bodyguard in the first place, but leaving the bodyguard wasn't the best idea for her considering she was now hurt and lost. "Alright, this is fine." That's what the Korean girl decided for herself as she glanced in the direction that Julianna had pointed in. It's true that there were many parking lots and they all basically looked the same. A lot of them at least had different names to help people find their way back to them, but that wasn't going to be any help if the woman only had some idea of which way she came from.
"Let's just go down to the parking lot. Maybe cellphone reception is better so you can just call someone down there if it's the wrong one." Either way, when they reached a parking lot, Mi-Ho was out. She didn't feel like she needed to be responsible for anything after that and it was a wonder that she wasn't just walking away at that moment. Now how they were going to get down the mountain in a timely manner was another problem entirely. She wasn't in a hurry, but she wasn't going to speak for the man with them. Mi-Ho glanced over at him briefly before looking back to the blonde woman.
"Do you need help walking?" |
electric has gangnam style and back to neverland
|
|
|
Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Nov 29, 2013 9:37:22 GMT -8
Marcos felt as though he were stuck in a situation most uncomfortable. While she might have been pretty, this girl was nuts. There was no way she was going to be able to make it back on her own, but...did Marcos really care? Yeah he did, even if it was just a little. There was no point in being rude, as this other woman was doing. He sighed to himself hoping that the frustration building was not showing on his face. She needed some help, so why not? It's not like he was doing anything important anyway. Being a "sleeping Mexican" was definitely not something to be proud of. Maybe if he helped her out, karma would send a pretty girl to him at some point, right?
"Well...guess we can help ya out." The hispanic man listened to Mi-Ho as she basically solved all of their problems with a simple solution, nodding quietly. It made sense, so why not? All they had to do was to get to some civilization so that this chick could get back to her daily life of being some sort of model. It's always the cute ones that turn out to be ditzy... Marcos laughed to himself at the irony of this situation, but instead tried to cover it with his signature grin. "Well, I say we get started then. Shouldn't take us long!"
Before she could argue, Marcos walked over to her and squatted down, holding both arms out. "Hop on." Those words came across more as a command than a request, but she would be dumb to refuse. She could hardly walk as it was, so the best thing to do was for Marcos to just carry her. She didn't look like she weighed very much...right? Though the fact that she was taller than him made him question this, he figured he would give it a try anyway. Mi-Ho was probably looking at him awkwardly right now. If he were looking at himself, he would probably be giving that same look. A tall, beautiful blonde girl riding on a short Mexican man's back...
It could be worse.
|
|
|
Post by JULIANNA KRAVEC on Dec 4, 2013 11:31:27 GMT -8
| she's hell on heels That girl, she's a loaded gun Gonna take 'em out take 'em one by one She knows when she's dressed to kill She'll put a bullet in your heart just to feel the thrill She walks like she's walkin' on water She moves like the boss's daughter She rides like a '67 Chevy In her drop top red and white and blue Cuz she's hell on heels And she turns my wheels With her devil smile and her angel eyes She got me all hypnotized And she's hell on heels Lunch breaks lead to drinks in cheap hotels I’m just another guy she’d burn inside her Julianna was unperturbed by the other lady’s attitude and merely waved away her words. “No no it is quite fine. They find me eventually! Besides how will I ever learn to do anything on my own if I’m always with a bodyguard! This was a learning experience! I do not regret it!” she said with a little chuckle. She seemed unaware that the little Asian girl was being rude at all.
Rude or not, the girl seemed to be a problem solver and that was definitely the thing they needed right now.
She brightened slightly and slapped the side of her fist against her other open palm. “Brilliant,” she exclaimed. “Out in the open, phone reception must be better than up here in the trees! Though I never understood that—aren’t we higher up in the mountains? Doesn’t that bring us closer to the satellites that give us the signal?”
Eh it was a good thing she wasn’t a technician.
The boy also agreed to the plan and then came over to her, offering—what? To carry her? Oh no no no that simply wouldn’t not do. Julianna lifted her hand to tell him to stop and then made a point of attempting to stand on her own. “A dignified lady is not carried, she walks even through the pain,” she said in the kindest way possible.
Instead, she extended her hand and gave him a warm smile. She would accept nothing less besides him letting her lean on him. Unless he was going to forcefully pick her up and deal with her. But he was shorter than her. . . wouldn’t that make it harder on him? “But a lady also accepts when she needs help. Ah—my name is Julianna Kravec. I apologize for my delay in manners.”
| |
Marcos + Hi-Moon • 300 • May 6, 2013 • THANKS ♥
|
|
|
Post by MI-HO MOON on Dec 8, 2013 4:50:50 GMT -8
She said leave me alone, but just don't leave me here, alright?
May 16th
tag | Marcos & Jules
words | 270 | The woman seemed to have an overly optimistic view of her situation. This wasn't really what she would have called a learning situation and it seemed like something that someone should have learned at a younger age. However, she had always been a fairly independent person herself. It was hard to say what some people knew and didn't know about walking around on a mountain. For all she knew, maybe the woman hadn't been to a mountain at all before today.
Rather than rain on anyone's parade more than she already had, she sighed and simply started walking. She hadn't expected to go back so soon, but sooner was probably better than later in this case. It was nice to take the time, but she didn't want to be in a rush to get back home later. "Beats me," she said in reply to the comment about cellphone signals. She could've thought of a better response, but she decided to leave it at that.
As she hadn't asked for a name, she didn't really mind that there had been a delay in getting one. She was more concerned double checking which trail they needed to be on before continuing on. She did, however, checked over her shoulder to make sure everything was going okay. Mi-Ho felt some relief for Marcos as Julianna leaned on him instead of hopping right on him. That wouldn't have been a comfortable trip down the mountain, though she imagined having the woman limp along would slow them down a bit. Oh well.
"My name's Mi-Ho," she said, just in case Julianna didn't catch it earlier. |
electric has gangnam style and back to neverland
|
|
|
Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Dec 16, 2013 13:50:12 GMT -8
Marcos made a slight bowing gesture before introducing himself to the blonde. "Marcos Palmero, my lady." Yes he was being a little facetious, but why not? This wasn't exactly what he had in mind to "wind down". Then again, she was a pretty blonde, which made things a little bit easier. How could he turn down a pretty face like that? The answer: quite easily. She didn't seem very smart, and that's what Marcos wanted in a woman. But he wasn't out here to pick up women anyway. He leaned into Julianna and wrapped one arm around her midsection, ensuring that he wasn't too high or too low.
But something was bothering Marcos a little bit. It was the other lady here by the name of Mi-Ho. She didn't seem all that enthusiastic when talking with Marcos to begin with, so he felt even stronger that she probably didn't want to get tangled up in this mess. "Mi-Ho I can take it from here. I know I stopped you earlier and you were probably on your way somewhere. If you need to go, it's cool. I got it." He flashed a big smile, showing that he honestly didn't mind if she left. Besides, he wasn't getting anywhere with her anyway. At least he gave it a shot.
Marcos righted himself and adjusted how he was standing as to provide as much support for Julianna as he could. "Down we go!"
Sorry it took me so long to reply!!!
|
|
|
Post by JULIANNA KRAVEC on Dec 23, 2013 11:44:35 GMT -8
| she's hell on heels That girl, she's a loaded gun Gonna take 'em out take 'em one by one She knows when she's dressed to kill She'll put a bullet in your heart just to feel the thrill She walks like she's walkin' on water She moves like the boss's daughter She rides like a '67 Chevy In her drop top red and white and blue Cuz she's hell on heels And she turns my wheels With her devil smile and her angel eyes She got me all hypnotized And she's hell on heels Lunch breaks lead to drinks in cheap hotels I’m just another guy she’d burn inside her Julianna was no stranger to being touched so we wasn’t at all uncomfortable when Marcos slipped his arm around her. So long as he wasn’t trying to cop a feel she wouldn’t hit him upside the head. Eh. She probably wouldn’t even do that. Maybe playfully—really Julianna liked the attention.
She leaned against him and made a tiny little curtsey to both of them. “Very nice meeting you. I am very sorry to have interrupted your day,” she said, smiling a little ruefully. She did feel a little bad because all of this was her fault, but another part of her just felt glad that attention was on her. It was a conflict, really. And one that was completely tearing her apart inside. Well, not really. She wasn’t really that torn up over it.
“Thank you for the help,” she murmured to Marcos.
However, they wouldn’t end up getting very far. Something large came crashing through the forest and Julianna stopped moving. She of course could guess what it was and sighed. “Oh, looks like I didn’t lose him that well,” she groaned.
Sure enough, a big Russian guy burst through some bushes, gun already drawn. Stupid guy probably thought she was being kidnapped or something. Julianna raised her hand and shouted at him in Russian. The two had an animated conversation that went back and forth, mostly Julianna trying to stop him from shooting anyone and her bodyguard shouting at her for getting lost. Finally they came to some sort of agreement and the bodyguard put away his gun and grunted.
With a curt nod, Julianna turned toward her would-be savior and smiled slightly. “Ah—well—the bodyguard I’d ditched has found me. As much as I appreciate your help, he’ll take it from here. . . . Sorry he pointed a gun at you,” she sighed, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “He jumps to conclusions easily.”
The bodyguard made his way over and held out his hand, giving Marco an undeserved glare.
| |
Marcos + Hi-Moon • 722 • May 6, 2013 • Now it's my turn to be sorry • THANKS ♥
|
|
|
Post by MI-HO MOON on Dec 28, 2013 6:36:39 GMT -8
She said leave me alone, but just don't leave me here, alright?
May 16th
tag | Marcos & Jules
words | 239 | Mi-Ho had so far managed not to be too annoyed with the situation. After all, she had gone into it voluntarily from the beginning of it all, and really she had to get back down the mountain, too. She wasn’t the type to stop and help, but there was no reason not to follow along to make sure no one else ran off to chase deer. However, that’s when Marcos offered her an out. With a big smile, he dismissed her if that’s what she preferred. And she did prefer that if she was being honest. It was odd how that was the action that she thought made the man possibly likable.
“Alright, if you’re su—“ The escape would not be found after all. Mi-Ho found herself cut off by the loud noise of a large Russian man busting forward with a gun. Perhaps Mi-Ho should have been more surprised, but she found herself just watching and standing still rather than looking worried or running. Putting two and two together, she figured this was the supposed body guard. Confirmation came by the brief argument that went on between the woman and large man afterward.
Within the time frame of the argument, Mi-Ho had taken some juice out of her bag and sipped away much like a spectator at a theater. “Good luck with that,” she commented, though she assumed by that point her comment wasn’t really needed. |
electric has gangnam style and back to neverland
|
|
|
Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Dec 30, 2013 17:03:29 GMT -8
Marcos thought that helping out a lovely blonde lady was doing a good deed for all of mankind. Well, maybe not that much, but at least he could feel better about being the good guy. What he didn't feel good about was being the target of an angry Russian man with a gun. Great...I try and help out a sexy lass, and this is what I get? Man I don't have time for all this. Before he realized what he was doing, he threw both of his hands up in the air, just missing Julianna's face."Oh my bad." Yeah that was definitely going to help him get on this goon's good side. Almost whacking this...crazy woman in the face. It seemed that no matter what Marcos did, he always managed to get caught up into something stupid. Where was Naomi when he needed her anyway? This would be a good story to tell for sure.
As soon as Julianna moved over to join her Russian "friend", Marcos stood there looking dumbfounded. The man lowered his gun and all but...still. His outstretched hand was reciprocated with a small, polite nod. No way was he about to throw his hand out and act like this was his long lost buddy. He just had a gun in his face! Meanwhile the Asian watched the entire spectacle as if she were in a movie theater waiting to see what happened to the protagonist next. There was really nothing left to do except to part. Earlier she had tried to leave, and circumstances kind of prevented that, but now she was free. Though Marcos didn't really hear her complaining about getting a good show. Nervously, Marcos scratched the back of his neck and spoke. "Well, looks like that was enough adventure for one day...It was a pleasure. I think." Marcos extended his hand in hopes that he could say goodbye on good terms.
|
|
|
Post by JULIANNA KRAVEC on Dec 31, 2013 12:13:02 GMT -8
| she's hell on heels That girl, she's a loaded gun Gonna take 'em out take 'em one by one She knows when she's dressed to kill She'll put a bullet in your heart just to feel the thrill She walks like she's walkin' on water She moves like the boss's daughter She rides like a '67 Chevy In her drop top red and white and blue Cuz she's hell on heels And she turns my wheels With her devil smile and her angel eyes She got me all hypnotized And she's hell on heels Lunch breaks lead to drinks in cheap hotels I’m just another guy she’d burn inside her Julianna took her bodyguard’s hand and let him pull her a little closer to her. He seemed to have noticed that she was limping and asked her about in Russian. She explained she tripped and hurt herself, and that it had nothing to do with these nice folks who had tried to help her. He grunted and gave them both a little nod and fully put his gun away.
“Yes, quite the adventure,” Julianna chuckled. “It was a pleasure meeting you all, I’ll let you both go about your business. I am terribly sorry for interrupting your little get-together. And thank you for the help!”
She reached into her pockets and pulled out a couple of business cards. They labeled her as an actress, but she wrote down another number on the back after asking her bodyguard for a pen. Then, she handed both to Marco because he was closer. She wasn’t really sure if the other lady would take them, but she wanted to extend her thanks to her as well. After all, she had tried to help even if she hadn’t seemed at all happy about it.
Her bodyguard gave her a look, but didn’t say anything about it. “If you guys find yourselves in a pinch, give the number on the back a call. Any kind of pinch—financial, loan sharks, police, whatever—I’ll take care of it for you. Just remember the name Kravec and you’ll be set,” she said with a bright smile. She gave her bodyguard the signal, and he helped her walk off into the woods.
| |
Marcos + Hi-Moon • 263 • May 6, 2013 • THANKS ♥
|
|
|
Post by MI-HO MOON on Jan 4, 2014 21:22:19 GMT -8
She said leave me alone, but just don't leave me here, alright?
May 16th
tag | Marcos & Jules
words | 226 | Thankfully the unfortunate event didn’t play out much more than a gun pointed at an innocent man. Mi-Ho was glad she actually didn’t have to witness more than she already had, really, but it wasn’t quite as interesting as watching Korean dramas. She slipped her juice back into her bag and just nodded at the goodbyes between everyone. Marcos was playing it off very well by himself all things considered. She would have been more cold had she to deal with the same mistaken threat.
The end took an interesting twist though. Julianna offered over business cards, something that Mi-Ho would have normally tossed to the side. However, it came with the offer of help in a pinch. Mi-Ho was a clever and rational girl. As such, she wasn’t one to just through away the opportunity of help in a pinch for the future. She stepped over to Marcos to take the card and gave a parting nod.
“Thank you,” she said, not unwilling to show some subdued gratitude just as much as she offered her blunt opinions. “Sorry for bothering you, too.” It had been her who approached Marcos first, so she did feel some sort of small apology was due as well. After that, though, she was done. She gave a wave before heading down the mountain’s path herself. “Stay safe.” |
electric has gangnam style and back to neverland
|
|