Time: Morning. Idiot.
Location: Guest House > Beach
Attire:
âźSwimsuit
âź Coverup
âź Shoes
âź Hair
âź Sunglasses
Interactions: @Lava Alckon Farim âź @princess Charlotte âź @papaoso Cassius âź @Conscripts John âź @ReusableSword Roman âź @Apex Sunburn Sjan-dehk âź @Tae Kalliope
Layla had pondered what the redhead had been doing for a moment before rolling her eyes. Did this girl think she could insult her, the Shehzadi? What a pathetic excuse for a human being. Those looks werenât going to get her far if she couldnât properly do anything with them. Then, Farim reacted, then shocked as Farim dared to lay a hand on her guards. Malik and Haazim had fallen, both perplexed and annoyed by the attack. Then, when Farim dared to look at Ali, Laylaâs expression intensified: her eyes narrowed, her nostrils flared, and she scowled. If he so much as laid a finger on himâŚ.
Struggling to remain calm, Layla addressed her dear cousin. "Ah, dear cousin Farim, always the valiant protector of misfits and outcasts, aren't you? How noble of you to rush to their defense," she said, her tone oozing with mock appreciation as she continued. "But let's be honest, your little band of misfits hardly deserves such loyalty. As for your threats, well, they're quite adorable." Layla laughed mockingly at him.
She took a step closer to him. Her expression turned icy, as if heâd hurt Zilal who she wished she had on her right now, but had left at home for the time being. "But mark my words, Farim. Your loyalty to these... misfits, will only lead you down a path of disappointment and regret. Enjoy your little charade while it lasts, but don't say I didn't warn you."
It was then some man in foreign clothing shouted something at Ali. This took her attention, as she watched both of her guards quickly stand back up and move to her side protectively. Ali was glaring at Farim now, ready to fight him should the need arise.
âYour words; why do you say them? Why do you think it is right?... Because you have guards? Good that a prettyâŚNoblewiâNoblewoman like you got them. But you are not the only oneâŚI have two hundred. I look at them in the right way, one hundred will come. Please, do not make me do that. It isâŚA lot of trouble.â
Layla turned to glance over in time to see him sliding a pistol in a holster. Fury swelled within and her fist raised as if she wanted to punch him. Doing so however would not be in her favor, yet she almost wished for it nonetheless. She glared at him murderously. However, as her mind raced, a cool smile curled over her lips as he tried his best to tell her off. Why was this man wasting his time and breath? He could barely talk in her opinion. With a mocking tone, she batted her eyelashes and smirked with triumph. âSo you think Iâm pretty?â She looked him up and down, then winked at him playfully, knowing it would infuriate him more. âHow charming of you - whatâs your fucking name anyway?â
Layla had ignored John completely, as she considered him a bug she could walk all over. He was nothing more than a ghost to her. Overdressed, boring, goody-two-shoes and duller than watching paint dry. Layla took one last glance at the group and laughed at them mockingly. While she began her exit, she passed by a familiar redhead and a charming man beside her. Kalliope spoke up as if she knew anything about her life, as if the little bitch hadnât ran away from Alidasht, and knew everything about her. The truth was, she didnât, nobody did, and this womanâs words were as dumb as the rest. What a group of miserable losers. Layla had simply laughed and waved her off as she walked away. She gestured to Haazim to keep right behind her however, and Ali and Malik beside her. She glanced at the fourth guard, waiting in the distance, and nodded to him to rejoin her, while leaving Ali out of the picture.
After checking on her guards, especially Ali who she gave a quick nod to back off, let out a sigh of relief. They were fine. With a mocking grin, she decided she was ready to go back over there and give Kalliope a piece of her mind. This bitch knew nothing about her life. A twinge of anger had risen inside of Layla now, as it pained her briefly. Kalliope had escaped. This time, she returned without Ali and only the three guards with her in tow. Haazim, Malik, and now Abdul, one of her longtime favorite guards as well. Layla was glad heâd been available to come, as heâd been her mentor for a long time in the art of combat.
Layla strutted over with the force of a hurricane. âDo you even know what my life is like, little girl? Oh wait! You left and are too busy being Edin's whore aren't you? Youâre a coward for leaving the Alidasht. You - and the others - know nothing about me, little girl. Stay in your lane."
As she stood there, her gaze slid to Charlotte, who looked sad and pathetic as she had before. Charlotte was flanked by the handsome man Kalli had arrived with, the weird blonde girl with two colored eyes, and then the dumb redhead in green.
Kalliopeâs words resonated in her mind: "So this is the girl whose name you said last night instead of mine? Sheâs even more beautiful than you made her out to be at dinner!"
She laughed so loud it disturbed a seagull nearby as she rounded on Charlotte. Did that man have a crush on the Vikena girl? This was amazing. Laylaâs gaze slid to Charlotteâs and caught her eye.
âAww.. Donât you feel better being out in the open, Lady Slut Vikena?â Her gaze slid to Cassius and she grinned at him with a wink. Heâd insulted her as well, but she didnât mind flirting with him if there was a kindle between Charlotte and him. As she waited for their reactions, she noticed the jealousy between the foreigner and Kalliope's, then the man standing before her and Charlotte. What a dramatic group to be in. Layla cherished the moment as she smirked down at Charlotte and her sidekicks.
Location: Guest House > Beach
Attire:
âźSwimsuit
âź Coverup
âź Shoes
âź Hair
âź Sunglasses
Interactions: @Lava Alckon Farim âź @princess Charlotte âź @papaoso Cassius âź @Conscripts John âź @ReusableSword Roman âź @Apex Sunburn Sjan-dehk âź @Tae Kalliope
Layla had pondered what the redhead had been doing for a moment before rolling her eyes. Did this girl think she could insult her, the Shehzadi? What a pathetic excuse for a human being. Those looks werenât going to get her far if she couldnât properly do anything with them. Then, Farim reacted, then shocked as Farim dared to lay a hand on her guards. Malik and Haazim had fallen, both perplexed and annoyed by the attack. Then, when Farim dared to look at Ali, Laylaâs expression intensified: her eyes narrowed, her nostrils flared, and she scowled. If he so much as laid a finger on himâŚ.
Struggling to remain calm, Layla addressed her dear cousin. "Ah, dear cousin Farim, always the valiant protector of misfits and outcasts, aren't you? How noble of you to rush to their defense," she said, her tone oozing with mock appreciation as she continued. "But let's be honest, your little band of misfits hardly deserves such loyalty. As for your threats, well, they're quite adorable." Layla laughed mockingly at him.
She took a step closer to him. Her expression turned icy, as if heâd hurt Zilal who she wished she had on her right now, but had left at home for the time being. "But mark my words, Farim. Your loyalty to these... misfits, will only lead you down a path of disappointment and regret. Enjoy your little charade while it lasts, but don't say I didn't warn you."
It was then some man in foreign clothing shouted something at Ali. This took her attention, as she watched both of her guards quickly stand back up and move to her side protectively. Ali was glaring at Farim now, ready to fight him should the need arise.
âYour words; why do you say them? Why do you think it is right?... Because you have guards? Good that a prettyâŚNoblewiâNoblewoman like you got them. But you are not the only oneâŚI have two hundred. I look at them in the right way, one hundred will come. Please, do not make me do that. It isâŚA lot of trouble.â
Layla turned to glance over in time to see him sliding a pistol in a holster. Fury swelled within and her fist raised as if she wanted to punch him. Doing so however would not be in her favor, yet she almost wished for it nonetheless. She glared at him murderously. However, as her mind raced, a cool smile curled over her lips as he tried his best to tell her off. Why was this man wasting his time and breath? He could barely talk in her opinion. With a mocking tone, she batted her eyelashes and smirked with triumph. âSo you think Iâm pretty?â She looked him up and down, then winked at him playfully, knowing it would infuriate him more. âHow charming of you - whatâs your fucking name anyway?â
Layla had ignored John completely, as she considered him a bug she could walk all over. He was nothing more than a ghost to her. Overdressed, boring, goody-two-shoes and duller than watching paint dry. Layla took one last glance at the group and laughed at them mockingly. While she began her exit, she passed by a familiar redhead and a charming man beside her. Kalliope spoke up as if she knew anything about her life, as if the little bitch hadnât ran away from Alidasht, and knew everything about her. The truth was, she didnât, nobody did, and this womanâs words were as dumb as the rest. What a group of miserable losers. Layla had simply laughed and waved her off as she walked away. She gestured to Haazim to keep right behind her however, and Ali and Malik beside her. She glanced at the fourth guard, waiting in the distance, and nodded to him to rejoin her, while leaving Ali out of the picture.
After checking on her guards, especially Ali who she gave a quick nod to back off, let out a sigh of relief. They were fine. With a mocking grin, she decided she was ready to go back over there and give Kalliope a piece of her mind. This bitch knew nothing about her life. A twinge of anger had risen inside of Layla now, as it pained her briefly. Kalliope had escaped. This time, she returned without Ali and only the three guards with her in tow. Haazim, Malik, and now Abdul, one of her longtime favorite guards as well. Layla was glad heâd been available to come, as heâd been her mentor for a long time in the art of combat.
Layla strutted over with the force of a hurricane. âDo you even know what my life is like, little girl? Oh wait! You left and are too busy being Edin's whore aren't you? Youâre a coward for leaving the Alidasht. You - and the others - know nothing about me, little girl. Stay in your lane."
As she stood there, her gaze slid to Charlotte, who looked sad and pathetic as she had before. Charlotte was flanked by the handsome man Kalli had arrived with, the weird blonde girl with two colored eyes, and then the dumb redhead in green.
Kalliopeâs words resonated in her mind: "So this is the girl whose name you said last night instead of mine? Sheâs even more beautiful than you made her out to be at dinner!"
She laughed so loud it disturbed a seagull nearby as she rounded on Charlotte. Did that man have a crush on the Vikena girl? This was amazing. Laylaâs gaze slid to Charlotteâs and caught her eye.
âAww.. Donât you feel better being out in the open, Lady Slut Vikena?â Her gaze slid to Cassius and she grinned at him with a wink. Heâd insulted her as well, but she didnât mind flirting with him if there was a kindle between Charlotte and him. As she waited for their reactions, she noticed the jealousy between the foreigner and Kalliope's, then the man standing before her and Charlotte. What a dramatic group to be in. Layla cherished the moment as she smirked down at Charlotte and her sidekicks.