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Post by judas on Oct 17, 2012 11:05:08 GMT -8
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This thread feels like it shall become humorous.
| [atrb=vAlign,top] “What. The. Fuck. Am I doing in this shit hole?!....,” was the only thing that came to the mind of Judas as he watched small children crowding around some idiot in a dog costume.
Judas was not sure exactly why he had decided to come to Disneyland of all places, well he knew why he had come just not why he had agreed to come. Judas had spent many occasions inside the woman playing Snow White and she had asked him to come see her at work some time. Normally he’d refuse such a stupid request, not fathoming why she worked at all when he paid all her bills, but she was the fairest of them all so he decided to humor her.
Although this was exactly as terrible an idea as he imagined it would be. He’d only seen the fair Snow White for ten minutes, barely enough time to have a respectable quickly in some changing area, and then she was whisked away by her “princessly duties.” So Judas was left alone in a sea of children and overpriced … everything… dressed like some sort of jerk.
Attempting to blend in, Judas was wearing a pair of khaki shorts, wooden sandals, and some asstard tropical shirt with palm trees on it. His long hair was tied behind his head in a sort of messy pontytail, but he left enough of it loose so that his large facial patch was mostly covered. Judas hated when children gaped at the giant bandage on his face and wasn't in the mood to explain what it was for to anyone.
Judas eventually found his way over to a kiosk that had a bar in it, although the selection was laughable and the strength of his drink was pathetic. How something on the rocks could be weak Judas was not sure, but he felt a strong urge to kill the man that poured it for him.
Leaning against the bar, Judas stared out into the crowd, judging idiot parents with video cameras, judging children for their over excitement at all this fantasy bullshit, and plotting the deaths of essentially every person he could see and then some. Judas was not happy go lucky, he was terrible with children, and he despised make believe. This place was like his own private version of hell.
He’d have to end it with Snow White, he could never forgive this transgression and lapse in his own personal judgment… well maybe if she wore that corset again… or did that thing with her back…
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MARIELLE LAROUX
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Post by MARIELLE LAROUX on Oct 17, 2012 19:51:57 GMT -8
Marielle wasn't exactly what you'd call a…'fun' type. At least, not upon first glance. She was logical, she was driven - and she was one of those people normally made comment about never letting her hair done. This wasn't entirely untrue - she simply needed a good motivation to do so. They were simply so few and far between that she came off even more standoffish than she was - like if anyone said the word fun, she'd glare at you with the power of a Catholic nun who'd just heard someone say god damn it. This was completely untrue, and the fact that she was at Disneyland, of all places, was a testament to this. For that matter, the fact she was there and had yet to snap at anyone or accuse a man that was the handler at a ride of being a chauvinistic pig was also proof she could, actually, relax. Half the time you wouldn't be able to tell due to her expression, however. She was trying, though. When Val had made mention of wanting a fun day, Marielle had actually called her parents to ask them about it - she wasn't a selfish person but she, unfortunately, didn't have the money to indulge a trip to any type of decent amusement for the college student who seemed to have the mentality of a little girl. Not that Marielle minded…it was cute, but she was worried Val was going to get into seriously trouble if she kept it up. Surprisingly, they had actually sent a fair bit to Marielle after she'd inquired about it, along with simply asking to make sure their daughter enjoyed herself. So, she was making a very concentrated effort to behave herself. Luckily her patience had yet to be tested, honestly. It was nice to have a day off, she supposed. She'd made sure one of her co-workers took her spot today, and as soon as Val had got out of her only class for the day, the school nurse had driven her here. This was followed by several rides, several games, and Val using the spending money sent by her parents to buy entirely overpriced souvenirs. There had been a few people who had stared at them, and for once Marielle could say it wasn't her outfit causing it - she'd dressed quite modestly today, unless the knee-high four inch heel boots counted, and she doubted they did. After several hours of walking around in said heels, though, she needed a break. It took some coaxing she managed to get her charge to come with her to one of the nearest stands so that they could get some proper food and drinks and have a proper sit down. The dark-haired woman paid no mind to most the activity going on around her, trusting Val to order her own things as she leaned against the slick wood of the bar just a bit away from the blonde, so that they could both get something at the same time. She asked for a cream cheese pretzel (against her better judgment, they looked ridiculously huge and unhealthy, but she had the day to indulge, she supposed…she'd just hit her treadmill extra hard when she got home) and a pepsi, before moving to allow the next person to go, leaning against the large stand with her arms crossed loosely in front of her. She pointedly pretended to act as if the male figure about four feet to her left didn't exist, carefully keeping her expression neutral despite the distaste she felt. This had happened a few times today now - forced in close proximity with people she particularly didn't want to be near. It was even worse when she was sure a married man had let his eyes stay on her chest a bit too long. Even when she dressed in a nice blouse and skirt that almost went to her knees, she got the looks. It made her skin crawl. [style=border-top: 2px dashed #482260; color: #482260; font-family: Lucida Console; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; line-height: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -0.8px; opacity:.60; filter:alpha(opacity=60); filter: “alpha(opacity=60)”;] WORDS: 666 TAGS: Valoel, Judas. OTHER: Mari demanded I find her outfit… [/style] |
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VALOEL O'CALLAGHEN
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Post by VALOEL O'CALLAGHEN on Oct 21, 2012 12:02:02 GMT -8
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Words: 000 ● Tag: Marielle & Judas ● Notes: Short sorry.
Disneyland, it felt great to be here. Valoel had felt a little worried when Marielle mentioned that this was where they were going to go, but she was happy that she came. At first when she had mentioned a week ago that she wanted to do something fun, she was hoping for maybe a trip to the museum or something. Disney land was no where on her radar, after all the last time she was here was when she was a child. In fact it was back when she was still with her birth parents. They brought her here to see all the magic that she loved as a little girl. At first she had been off on her personally and had to do a 180 to make sure Marielle did not think that she wasn't having any fun.
After a few riders, games and shopping, Marielle had finally convinced the girl that a break was very much needed. Funny enough Valoel could not agree more. Her feet were killing her from all the walking around they had done. The two loaded bags of souvenirs were weighting her down just enough to be a bit of a problem. It was hard though, every time she looked at a shop she would spot something for one of her friends, or Marielle or even Seven. She placed the bags down at the nearest table and placed her light jacket over them to keep people from just snatching them up. Now was the time for food, which Marielle informed her that she needed to pick for herself. So she did, ordering herself a hot dog and a lemonade. Once she got her order she took a seat and started to eat. She glanced over at Marielle and wondered what her caretaker was up to.
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Post by judas on Oct 23, 2012 7:17:58 GMT -8
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13/04/2012
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Nothing like coming on to people clearly uninterested in you.
| [atrb=vAlign,top] Judas threw back what was left of his pathetically weak drink. The old familiar sting of strong liquor was missing from his throat and he desperately wanted a real drink. Was the man running this kiosk serving watered down booze or something? Did this kiddy park refuse to let people get drunk? Judas sighed and looked at his now empty class with a sort of longing. He needed more to drink but the prospect of subjugating his palate to such a pathetic excuse for alcohol again sounded horrendous.
Judas looked around in his distaste for the entire situation. He’d been aware of everyone around him, his years of training keeping his instinct and senses sharp, but he hadn’t paid attention to how hot the woman off to his right was. She was tall, had a wonderfully curved body, and a pair of hooters that would make a quadriplegic stiffen. She had dark raven hair and alabaster skin and Judas found himself enticed. She reminded him of a woman he’d met in the early eighties, obviously not the same person, but still she had a similar sharp appearance. The woman had the kind of look that said I could give you unbelievable pleasure as quickly as I could instill unprecedented pain upon you.
He decided he would at least play at flirtation with the woman. Judas was good at reading a target and could tell that the woman was not interested in engaging in conversation with anyone. She held herself in a sort of stand offish way and purposefully avoided Judas’ and the gaze of other men. Something about the way she held herself, the way she trimmed her nails, and how her eyes lingered on certain subjects longer than others told Judas that the woman would have no interest in anything Judas had to offer her. Despite her obvious disinterest, he still found himself intrigued… maybe it was the way she ate her cream filled pretzel…
“She doesn’t belong to you, does she,” Judas stated as he looked over the woman. While the statement had been formed like a question it was clearly rhetorical. Judas had noticed the way the woman looked out at the younger blonde girl. Clearly the girl was too old and too different in appearance to be the woman’s biological child, and something about the way she watched the girl told Judas there was not maternal connection. She kept looking at the girl like she was concerned for her, protective of her, but not overjoyed by her. Parents had a particular way they looked at their children and this was missing from the woman’s expression.
“Barkeep, give me something stronger this time, and get the lady whatever she wants.”
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MARIELLE LAROUX
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MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 07/14/1983
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: UCLA Nurse
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Post by MARIELLE LAROUX on Oct 25, 2012 9:03:46 GMT -8
Irony was a bitch, wasn't she? Sigh. She's not yours is she? It was an ice breaker wasn't it? Either that or a test of 'how old are you actually', or even 'how many strings are attached'. She hoped he was at least intelligent enough to not be serious - he didn't seem to be serious, but she'd met some that would have been. The level of stupidity some men had, honestly. Especially the ones that couldn't take a hint, oh goodness. Then again, that was most of them. Desperate creatures. It was funny how so many of them broke under the weight of a well-placed heel and a woman who stood up for herself. Sadly, such pressure would be able to be displayed here…play nice. She had to play nice.
"Did the blonde hair give it away?" she asked, the quality of sarcastic distain seeping into her voice a bit more than she meant it to. She hoped this was small talk without a purpose. Really, she did. She doubted park security would appreciate her creating a scene in front of five year olds, and Val would never forgive her if they were kicked out of the park. She took a bite of her pretzel to avoid saying anything else smart, though her expression still reflected her guarded, suspicious state. She hoped her charge would come over and deflect attention off her soon, otherwise she suspected the worst.
Her fears were confirmed when he pulled the classic buying her a drink move. She was torn between sighing and being remotely thankful that at least he was subtle - the last thing she needed was being openly hit on. Especially here. That didn't lessen the dilemma though. She bit her lip to fight down the sigh she'd been competing with, paused for a moment, before a carefully-toned answer was given. "I already have my own, thanks" she waved her Pepsi to make a point "but if you insist then I can use the money you offer to pay for my ward's order." Oh yes. She would use this to her advantage. He did say whatever she wanted. If she had to play nice, at the very least, she could mess with him.
"Val, hon, how much was your order?" she asked sweetly, her saccharine smile double-edged. Marielle could play civil, but he would have to pay dearly for it. She hoped this was enough to drive him away. If it wasn't, well…she could think of more things to do to play with him. It was like a cat playing with a mouse rather than just eating it - playing with it just due to the fact of being sadistic, rather than actually planning to just finish the job. Silly kids parks, making this more of a game than it needed to be.
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VALOEL O'CALLAGHEN
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Post by VALOEL O'CALLAGHEN on Nov 4, 2012 8:43:12 GMT -8
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Words: 635 ● Tag: Marielle & Judas ● Notes: Sorry for the wait.
Valoel stayed quiet for the most part, she wasn't sure what Marielle might do, and to be honest she was a bit worried. She knew Marielle did not take lightly to men hitting on her, Valoel understood how embarrassing it could feel after all. The only thing she couldn't understand was why Marielle had this need to explain her discomfort in a physical way. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she noticed that for once Marielle was toning down her hatred of men. Maybe it had something to do with children running around, or maybe Marielle was in a better mood then normal, either way Valoel thanked the gods for this outcome. Sure Marielle did not seem pleased with the man, but at least the women was not stabbing him with her heel. Valoel sipped her lemonade and listened carefully. She wanted to giggle at the thought of Marielle being her mother, the women was a kind person, most of the time, but not motherly. Not that Valoel though Marielle would make a poor mother, just that the child would... well lack a father figure.
Now Valoel understood that a normal women could raise a child just fine, but she also knew that Marielle was no normal women. After all, she was sure Marielle's dislike of men would surely rub off any child she had. Valoel was sure that would be unfair to said child, though these thoughts had her filled with other questions. Like, what if the child was a boy? What would Marielle do then? Also, why, or how would Marielle even have a child? Instantly Valoel's thoughts were not only distracted but completely stopped by Marielle's words. Wait what? Why was she being dragged into this, and asked such a question. Valoel was never big on anyone paying anything for her, she was even iffy about taking her parents money, but they had convinced her it was the way things were meant to go. She twitched uncomfortable in her seat and looked between Marielle and the man. Would Marielle be upset with her answer? She hoped not, but she couldn't just have a strange pay for her things, even if it was just a drink and a hotdog.
"No thank you, I am fine with paying for my own things." She fiddled with her drink and took another sip. This was an awkward position for her, after all she could tell that Marielle was doing this just to upset the man. Passing his offer to her was not right, Marielle should have just said no thank you, he would have understood, right? "After all, his offer was for you Miss. Marielle.." She wanted to say that her caretaker should have been nicer to just say no thanks, but Valoel feared for her life enough to not add that detail. She collected her thoughts and looked to the older man, she could at least show her politeness. She stood from her chair and managed a small curtsy before sitting back down. "Good afternoon Sir, Valoel O'Callaghen, it is a pleasure to meet you."
Sometimes being raised by rich parents made the everyday life a bit harder to deal with. She could not dismiss years of training just because people were not as formal anymore. At least with her adopted parents name she hardly ever got the 'Oh you were so and so's child, sorry to hear what happened, they were such important people.' It was bad enough that she wanted to blame herself for her parent's death, but her parent's old friends only made things worse when ever she had to meet them. Thirteen years and she was still getting invites to fancy parties she had no care for, just because one day she would inherit her parents money and investment.
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