Ophelia

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"I'm not a confrontational sorta' girl. I couldn't kick anyone's ass. Even skinny you."

Playing with her hair, she thought about high school. She'd been to quite a rough establishment, where drugs were quite accessible. She'd only ever tried it once, and she had no interest in trying again. Even the more exotic drugs weren't particularly hard to get a hold of. Especially in the heavily equine community.

"Although growing up, ketamine was far more popular. I guess it was just easier to get hold of because of the farming community." Stretching a little, she stood up. "Or, it was just what going to a totally dodgy Tulsa high school does. It closed down after I left. It was all over the news, it's luxury apartments now." Adding up in her head, she rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I was actually almost six. I'm 21 next week. You must be the same age as my brother." Mathematics had always been her strong point.

Yawning, Lola rubbed her eyes as she looked up at the ceiling. They were starting to sting a little, and she couldn't help but wish she was at home right about now. With a small subconscious sigh, the blonde scratched her head absent mindedly. This was all getting a bit too much. She wanted to be able to have a chat with Jess, or goof around with Tom. Go for a ride on her horse even, but that didn't look very likely anytime soon. However, she didn't air her thoughts out loud. What's the point?

"I charge extra for wake up service."

With a small chuckle to herself, she made her way to her bedroom. Well, it was less of a bedroom and more of a box really. He really did seem to like to keep things simple. Taking off her jeans, she slipped under the covers and closed her eyes. She felt like she could sleep quite happily for weeks.

The idea of Caleb being skinny entertained her momentarily, but there was very little time to think, because she drifted off incredibly quickly. She must have been asleep for a good few hours when she woke up with a startle, in a mass of tangled curls. Someone was hammering on the door, which really pissed her off. Waiting to see if Caleb woke up, she grumbled and hauled her ass out of bed, not bothering to put her jeans on. Heading into the living room, she yawned and scratched her stomach. It was starting to feel like she'd gained another brother.

"Caleb, Caleb, Caleb!"

Rolling her eyes, she shook him gently.

"Dude, some twat is shouting about being happy, and ranting something about territory through the damn door."

Watching for a reaction, she sighed when there wasn't one, so she then opted to dig her fingers sharply into his sides just above his hips. It was oddly satisfying.

"Door!"

Once she was content that there was a sign of life in her roommate, she grabbed a glass of water before wandering slowly, and ever so slightly grumpily along the hall and back to bed.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"No, it's a terrible habit to have. I do however rather enjoy it in cake form." The blonde rolled her eyes in mock distaste as she sat down, setting her glass on the counter. After resting her feet up casually on the table, the blonde leaned her head back against the plumped up cushions. "I tried crack once, but I didn't sleep for forty eight hours. I got so much done, but the come down was a real bitch." Closing her eyes, she settled her hands above her head, feeling pretty relaxed.

Lola may have looked like a fairly innocent sorta' gal, but she had the tendency to throw a few surprises at people every now and again. Spontaneity is the spice of life after all. "You want to watch that." Lola pointed to the joint, with one eye open. "You'll eat too much, and then you'll loose the hot buff macho look. You won't get laid if you're all squidgy around the edges." Shooting Caleb a wink, she closed her eyes once more.

It was unnerving how relaxed she felt around a guy she'd only just met. He was a straight up kinda' guy, and she respected that. Bending her knees up, she sat herself back up properly, tucking a few stray curls behind her ears at the same time. Once again, her eyes drifted to Caleb, and if she could have, she would have hit herself around the face. What was going on with her lately. The trouble was, she'd lost the energy to hide it now.

A Medieval Interest Check!

Hi,

I'm looking for a partner to develop a Medieval Roleplay with!
Now, I'm not talking Medieval fantasy, I'm talking 1500's, Royal Court, with plenty of Debauchery, Scandal and Intrigue! There are numerous ways to take the role, and quite a few different pairings to choose from!

I'm looking for a fairly regular poster, 18+, with a good level of literacy. Friendly is always a bonus too! So, here are the possibilities;

Queen x Nobleman
Knight x Princess
Maid x Noble
King x Lady in waiting

There are many more, so feel free to shoot me a message!

Ophi

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

The girl momentarily glanced towards the door as she saw Caleb walk out. Once it was safely closed, she sunk even lower into the couch with an audible groan. As he re entered only moments later, her attention was drawn to the bag that he tossed at her feet.

"Oh, okay. Cool."

Lola picked up the bag, and wandered into the bedroom. As she shut the door, she leant against it momentarily and took a deep breath. Some of the clothes weren't really to her taste, and others just made her laugh out loud. Eventually, she found a pair of black skinny jeans, and a pale baby pink t-shirt that were vaguely her style.

This guys girlfriend must really love her stomach, none of the damn t-shirts reach the jeans.

Muttering to herself, she gathered all of her curls up into a loose bundle on the top of her head and glanced at herself in the mirror. The t-shirt stopped at her belly button, and showed the tiny black star tattoos that trailed along both of her hip bones. Throwing the clothes that were no good back into the bag, she walked back into lounge.

"Here you go."

Setting the bag by Caleb, she went to refill her glass.

"You want a drink or something?"

With her back leaning nonchalantly against the counter, Lola waited for the ice machine to fill her glass.

"I'm guessing that TJs girlfriend likes her stomach, right? All the tops stop above the belly button." Lola wobbled the hem of the t-shirt with her fingers pointedly, with a slightly bemused look written across her features."Each to their own I guess."

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

As her green eyes fixed themselves onto the television screen, Lola sunk down into the couch and settled her feet on the coffee table, only vaguely listening to Caleb's conversation. The blonde had never really held herself too highly in the looks department. If anything, she always thought that she looked quite like a fairytale elf with her freckles and unruly blonde hair. Consequently, she thought very little about the effect that she was currently having on Blue, especially having seen one of his previous conquests.

After a moment spent channel hopping, she settled on some cheesy chic flick, but her eyes did keep drifting what felt like involuntarily to Caleb, and at one point, they found that his were doing the exact same thing at her legs. Wiggling her toes, she cocked her head and looked at him curiously, biting her lip a little as she absent mindedly wondered to herself.

Twirling her blonde hair around her index finger, Lola let out a slow elongated sigh. Had there been a little more to entertain herself with, she was sure she wouldn't be looking at Caleb quite so much. Settling her chin against the palm of her hand, she felt an unfamiliar type of tension knotting itself deliciously in the pit of her stomach.

Seriously Lola. For Christ's sake stop it.

However, she wasn't entirely sure that she wanted it to stop.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"Oh yeah, I'm so comfortable. I was thinking about moving in once all this is over. I just love the battleship grey." Smirking Lola stepped towards the couch, her gaze flicking to the news that was on the television. The checking out hadn't gone entirely unnoticed. Plus, to be fair, he'd see more of her at the beach in a bikini than he could now.

Glancing down to Caleb, she perked an eyebrow in mild amusement. Deciding to be irritating, she scuffed up his short hair with her fingertips. The trouble was, she didn't find Caleb particularly intimidating. "You can't watch the news all day. That's just going to drive you nuts." Crossing her eyes in a crazy expression, she leant against the back of the couch, slyly checking the man out before readjusting her hair. Man, she really hadn't had a boyfriend in a long time. Maybe it was all just crazy hormones.

As the blonde finished off her water, she walked around to the front of the couch. "If you don't move your legs, I am going to sit on you. Vicious gang member or not." Rolling her eyes at Caleb, Lola rubbed her neck. From time to time, it still got a little sore. Especially in the warm weather. She'd learnt to ignore it, but she rarely wore her hair up, because she hated seeing it.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Lola swotted Caleb away as he nudged her, groaning she forced her eyes open and followed him inside. She wasn't even entirely sure that she was really awake. Rubbing her eyes sleepily, the blonde nodded and meandered her way into the bathroom. There was one thing that she hated even more than Jack, and that was waking up, or more accurately, being woken up.

As she turned on the shower, she stepped behind the glass screen, and enjoyed the firm jets of warm water as they hit against her skin. It had certainly been a bizarre couple of days. The type of thing that you see on the Crime and Investigation channel rather then in real life. That notion caused Lola to chuckle a little to herself as she stretched absent mindedly amongst the steam.

The thing that she was really struggling with was Caleb. There was something about him that she found irritatingly attractive, and try as she might, she just couldn't flush it from her mind. How the hell did she find him attractive? He was keeping her bloody hostage, not to mention he was actually a killer. Maybe even a serial killer for all she knew. Stepping out, she wrapped herself in a nearby towel and headed for the kitchen. She really need a glass of water before she got herself dressed. Caleb being in there didn't even cross her mind.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"Well, I didn't like any of the dresses. I can't rock up naked. It's not that sorta' party." Was the rather blunt reply that escaped Lola's pretty pink lips. Getting into the truck, the young woman settled her head against the palm of her hand as she watched out of the window. The sensation of the cool glass against her cheek felt rather pleasant.

The blonde let out an amused snort as Caleb spoke about his Ex girlfriend. He certainly seemed the dolly girl sort, and that statement pretty much confirmed it. Well, that and a one night stand man. Certainly not boyfriend material if diner girl was anything to go by. Lola turned briefly to the driver. "I've never liked high heels, nor do I wear them. I think there's something desperate about women that totter around in them." The one time that she had actually worn high heels, she sprained her ankle so badly that she ended up on crutches for six weeks. Tom still takes the piss out of it, even now. It certainly wasn't her finest hour. "Give me a comfy pair of converse any day."

With yet another half hearted yawn, Lola fixed her jaded green eyes on the moving scenery. It was from that point that she didn't listen to anything else that Caleb was saying. He clearly didn't have a plan, and that alone unnerved her, well, that and her mind flicked back to Jack. What was he doing in town? There was just too much to think about. It was all rather dizzying. By the time they reached the red light, Lola was fast asleep, freckles bright from the sunshine illuminating the window, and her hair prettily cascading to one side. As her hair parted, a rather large scar was visible across the entire left side of her neck, hinting subtly at past events. For a twenty year old, she really had seen and experienced far too much.

Lets try this one more time with feeling..

Bump!

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"That could almost have been sent by me."

With a cheeky smirk, Lola stood up and dusted off her t-shirt as Martha walked over. The blonde chuckled as she listened to the older lady's advice about Caleb. "Don't worry, I've got his card marked." With an amused wink to Martha, Lola obediently headed to the door. As the pair went outside into the fresh air, she turned to Caleb.

"So, have you had any brainwaves as to how your going to handle all of this? Don't get me wrong, you're a very gentlemanly hostage taker, but eventually I would like my own bed."

The young woman's voice was low enough for nobody else to hear, and it had a slightly light hearted tone. After all, what will be, will be. Well, that's what Doris Day claims.

"So Jimmy, good friend? I'm guessing that explains everything."

Lola shot Caleb a knowing glance, before respectfully leaving the subject. The more time she spent with Caleb, the more he was starting to make sense. On some level, she understood him.

"Because, in all honesty, I won't tell anyone anything. As far as I'm concerned, it never happened. I don't want to get you or the other guys in trouble. I know that's easy for me to say though, you don't know me to trust me." The blonde ran her fingers through her unruly curls. "Plus, I have my end of semester ball coming up, and if I don't get to wear my dress, I'm going to be out of this world pissed. That thing cost me a fortune, and I don't even like it." Shaking her head exasperatedly, she rolled her eyes. "This is also seriously hampering my ability to find a date for it. It's going to have to be gay Tom. Not that my problems are important in the grand scheme of things, so I shall just shut up."

The blonde stopped talking and glanced casually around the parking lot. She was fairly sure she'd been drunk there before. "You just lost your friend, and I'm moaning about a damn dress,I'm Sorry." Lola shot Caleb an apologetic look, before yawning sleepily. "I'm a really horrific person when I'm tired."