Ophelia

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

As Caleb sat down, Lola eyed him carefully. In fact, it would be safe to say that she studied him in great detail. Not bad at all. With a perk of her perfectly manicured eyebrow, the blonde shrugged as she continued to giggle intermittently at the programme that was playing out in front of her.

"Oh, you know. I ride, and teach the kids down at the horse riding project. What with getting up at 5am everyday, and then having school work to do, I don't get alot of time to do anything really. I enjoy it though. I like being busy."

The blonde dedicated all of her time to others really, for no other reason than enjoying it. If people hadn't helped her out when she was younger, she might have ended up very different, so having time to herself was substantially unimportant. Shooting Caleb a sideways glance, she smiled as he yawned.

"You look pretty cute sleepy."

Sometimes speaking your mind had it's draw backs. What ever Lola thought, she tended to say it out loud, whether it was particularly complementary or not. It was true though, he did look cute sleepy, or awake for that matter. Especially without a shirt on.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

As Caleb walked in, Lola looked up at him. He appeared different. Softer, more human. It was an interesting contrast. The blonde simply nodded at his words, "I know. I get it." Waving as he left the room, the blonde had a cheeky little look out of the bedroom window. It was more curiosity than actual contemplation. For a start, she was scared of heights, and secondly, she didn't even know where she was, where would she go? Leaning her forehead against the glass, she felt the refreshing cool blast of condensation.

Time stood still, and after a few moments, Lola let out an audible sigh from her flushed pink lips. Knowing that there wasn't a cat in hells chance of sleep, she walked down the hallway and sat on the couch. As she channel surfed for as long as an indecisive person needed, she finally found one of her favourite shows. It was a lame reality show that made people perform practical jokes on each other. Soon, Lola was giggling, absorbed in what was happening on the big wide screen.

In all honesty, her mind did wander rather frequently to the man in the next room. All manner of completely inappropriate thoughts flashed through her mind. She was starting to feel like she was turning into Jessica. She resigned herself to the fact that she was incredibly attracted to him, on way too many levels. Maybe in a way, things wouldn't be so bad. Setting her feet on the coffee table, she nestled in for the night. Well, what else could she do?

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Just chill for a little bit..

Lola snarled inwardly when she heard those words, snatching at two glasses from the cupboard. Man I wish I could hit him with something hard. As her green eyes narrowed dangerously at the back of Caleb's head, and her fingers twitched tantalizingly at the satisfying thought, she tried to remember a time when she'd been so angry before. Filling the glasses, she shook her head. Man did this guy talk crap.

"Here."

The blonde put the water down on the table in front of her jailer, resisting the temptation to pour it on his stupidly smug face.

"I'm sure you will sort this out for yourself. I on the other hand won't hold my breath for me."

Her words were calm, but the bitingly icy tone was painfully apparent. This young woman had resigned herself to the fact that she probably wasn't going to make it out of this. The entire situation was just fucked up, and it took all of Lola's will power not to just scream and break things.

Turning around, the blonde wandered her way down the hallway and shut herself in the bedroom. Even the rooms were stupidly small and dingy. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she buried her face in her hands. She really didn't sign up for any this.

Lets try this one more time with feeling..

Bump

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

The ride to Caleb's apartment was almost unbearable. All Lola wanted to do was go home, and she couldn't help but wish that she'd wake up and that this would all have be an alcohol induced dream. Blinking, she took in the space that this man called home. It was cold and utilitarian, just like him. Pulling her unruly hair into a ponytail with the band that she had wrapped around her wrist, she headed for the bathroom to change into the jeans and t-shirt from TJ. The grass skirt was starting to really grate on her, just like the company. It would be getting a big fat zero in the amazon review, that was for sure.

Make yourself at home...

How exactly did one make themselves at home with a stranger that they'd just seen beat the living crap out of someone? Lola felt increasingly shaky as she practically tiptoed to the bathroom. It all felt like some surreal alternative reality. Like she was watching, rather than participating in it. As she removed the ill advised costume, she felt some relief to be in a pair jeans, even if they weren't hers. She always thought that she looked far better in casual clothes. The t-shirt was a little short,Vanessa clearly lacked in the boob department,but hey, beggars can't be choosers.

There was a rather large part of Lola's mind panicking about what was going to happen to her. What was he going to do? He couldn't just make her stay here forever. Surely she'd be dead already if that was the plan? It was mind numbing, not to mention claustrophobic. The scariest thing, was that now she was just as guilty as the rest of these goons. Walking back into the living area, she pointed to the kitchen before glancing blankly at Caleb.

"Can I get some water?"

One tiny thing was niggling at Lola more then anything else. Despite the fatality, the abduction, the accessory to capitol homicide; she still found him attractive. Now that really did make her more than slightly unnerved by her current state of mind. She'd always had fairly horrific taste in guys, but for trouble alone, this one had to take centre stage.

Oh Lola, life was so much simpler back on the farm.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"I'll shut up, but I suggest you don't make assumptions about my family. They work damn hard, and I'm not going to stand for someone like you, thinking that he knows who or what I am. Oh, and for your information, I got a damn scholarship, or I wouldn't be here." Her green eyes flashed brightly with anger. There were many things that she'd stand for, but insulting her family wasn't one of them.

Feeling incredibly pissed off at Caleb's narrow minded assumption, the blonde closed her eyes without saying another word. Lola actually spent very little time in bars and clubs. When she wasn't in class or studying, she was volunteering at the inner city riding project, helping to teach under privileged children to ride horses. She woke at 5am every day, and worked there for free. There was very little amusement for someone like Lola to be found in mindless drinking, and dressing in stupid costumes. She was beginning to believe that college was a massive mistake. If she didn't genuinely want to get into conservation, she would have left in the first week.

The van was beginning to make the blonde feel motion sick, and the foreboding scent of death still clung in the air. It would have been easier if he had just shot her there and then. At least she would have some peace and quiet.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"He is none of my business."

Lola didn't particularly take kindly to being handcuffed to the inside of the damn van. Biting her lip, she looked down at the body. It was bizarre to think that he had been alive only an hour earlier. However, it wasn't the first time that she'd been handcuffed.

"Seriously, can't you not loosen these? The police don't even do them this tight."

Leaning back against the van with an exasperated sigh, she perked a perfectly manicured eyebrow at Caleb. He was a puzzle, and Lola did love a good puzzle. When the men hauled the body out of the van, an overwhelming feeling of nausea overcame her, causing her to close her eyes and to simply breathe deeply.

You can get through this Lola, just keep going..

Once they returned, she felt a little lighter. There was nothing like a dead body to lower the tone, and she wasn't being covered in the same hole, well..yet. The banter between the guys amused her greatly, and she even laughed a little at the comment.

"I'm insulted that you dislike my skirt, but I'll admit that it isn't the most practical of apparel. I didn't get the whole witnessing a crime dress code memo though, sorry."

Wrinkling her nose in a rather endearing manner, Lola wondered what was going to happen next. All in all, it was turning into quite an exciting evening.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Lola was startled when she felt the vice like grip on her arm, but she didn't make a sound. The blonde was not about to become lifeless body number two. Well, hopefully not. Although that all seemed mildly out of her control right about now.

"I did go back inside actually, and you know, it's sorta' rude to go around abducting people without so much as an introduction."

With a roll of her pretty emerald eyes, she held up her arms. Mildly amused as the man patted her down. It really was like being in some kinda' gangster movie, plus he actually smelt pretty good up close and personal. However, she had just realised that she was stood right next to the dead body, and the smell of coagulating blood was overwhelming.

"I'm wearing a grass skirt, exactly where do you think my wallet could be?"

Tilting her head to the side, a dangerously mischievous look crossed her usually serene features.

"But by all means, have a dig around."

The blonde noted that up close, Caleb was more attractive then she'd first assumed. Deciding that she'd quite like to not die, she slipped her hand into her bra and handed over her now warm drivers licence and a few receipts, along with her cash card.

"That is all I have."

It surprised Lola that she felt so calm and composed. Normally, the blonde worried on a humongous scale, but faced with gangsters' and a dead body, she was rocking the poker face. Perhaps she'd do pretty well as a gang broad.

"And in answer to your earlier question, I was going home to bed. I'm not a bar kinda' gal."

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"Okay Rosie, I'll see you later." As Lola hung up, she was distracted by a loud cracking noise that broke through the darkness of the night. It was a noise which she had heard before. However, she'd only ever heard it when one of the horses had to be put to sleep back on the farm. She was under no illusion of what had just happened to the dude on the floor. Too scared to look at, or even hear the events that were now unfolding, she ducked back in to the bar, and leant against the door more than a little bit breathless.

After a few moments composing herself, a quick scan of the room located Jess, and a few of their male pals that had finally caught up with them. Jess was of course half way down one of their throats. Forcing a smile, and a light hearted persona that she certainly didn't feel, Lola rejoined the group. Tom, one of her all time best friends started to goof around and mess with her grass skirt, which was a welcome distraction to the painful knot that had now formed in the pit of her stomach.

Mind reeling, Lola couldnt focus. How can she have just seen that? Why did she have to go outside? Why did she always end up in these messy situations?! Her mother was right, the city was a bad idea. Excusing herself from the group, she headed to the bar. This problem certainly required more alcohol.

What should she do? God, she couldn't tell anyone. Rubbing her head subconsciously, she flinched as she thought of it happening to her. Maybe if she left now, she could disappear before anyone really knew she'd gone...that was it! That's what she'd do. Sliding back her vodka shot, she grabbed her hoody and made for the door.

Head down and walk, do not look up, just walk..

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"Did he wink at me?" Intelligent as Lola was, she was rather oblivious to advances of the opposite sex. Sadly, Jessica suffered from non such a problem. There had been many an awkward morning in the girls student house, which usually entailed Lola bumping into some dazed looking male whilst still in her pyjamas. Her roommate brought any poor sod back that so much as breathed at her. At first, the blonde was unnerved and disgruntled by the scenario, but now she took it on the chin and made them pancakes. She really was rather charming.

Slurping from her own heavily alcoholic mix, she was starting to forget about what she was wearing and relax. Alcohol was alarmingly good at taking away mother natures inbuilt alarm system, and some would argue that it wasn't a good thing.

"Lola, he totally checked you out. You think he's cute?" Jessica studied her friends face critically for some kind of reaction. She was just so damn hard to read sometimes. Biting her lip thoughtfully, Lola allowed her gaze to follow him sneakily in a side ways direction, before leaning against the bar nonchalantly, "Meh, he wasn't bad." In actual fact, she thought he was rather delicious, but she wasn't going to tell Jess that. Sighing, Jessica shook her head in despair. "You're impossible." To which the blonde snorted in amusement, "No Jessie, just choosey." Feigning a delightfully innocent expression, Lola downed the rest of her drink before straightening up.

"I need to go outside and call Rosie. She should be finishing work right about now, I promised to let her know where we were." The young woman pulled her cell phone deftly out from underneath one of her coconut shells, and slid her glass to her friend along the polished marble of the bar.

"Fill me up darling."

Carefully, Lola picked her way through the crowd. It sure was a busy spot. As the fresh air hit her exposed flesh, she felt refreshed. It was a surprisingly warm night, and the stars were all blinking brightly. It made her feel a little homesick. The sky seemed far more beautiful back home away from the city smog. Walking along the edge of one of the steps that led around the corner to what look like a recycle point, she dialled Rosie's number. As Lola listened to the dial tone, she noticed a small gaggle of guys in the near distance, but she'd grown used to male squabbles, and paid it no mind as she sung softly to herself as she waited.

There was a show girl, her name was Lola..