Ophelia

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

The blonde shook her head as he sifted through the pill bottles, listening as Caleb went through the options, sliding them systematically to the side. "No, no...and nope." Shaking the pot of Xanax, she looked to Caleb in amusement. "Oh sure, Xanax will work a treat if you're anxious or depressed." Rolling her green eyes, she scratched her head. "The Vicodin won't kill you. You never know, it might still work."

Leaning against the worktop and settling her chin in the palm of her hand, Lola shrugged. "I'm okay. I think. There isn't a whole lot I can do about any of this. What good would freaking out do me?" It was true, what good would it do? Nothing would change. In fact, it would make everything a lot harder to deal with. Yawning, the blonde walked out of the bathroom. Admittedly, she didn't like the idea of Caleb speaking to his boss, but she had never been one to open up easily. Her brain was a hive of activity 24/7, but she covered it well. "I stopped feeling a long time ago. About the time I had whore carved into my neck. Jess needs to watch herself."

Heading for the freezer, she pulled out the vodka and shook it at Caleb. "I think your safest bet is expired Vicodin with a vodka chaser. Followed by Chinese food." Chuckling, she grabbed herself a glass of water before sitting on the couch. Jessica and Jack situated at the very forefront of her mind.

"You know, the most depressing thing is that I'm going to have to see him pretty much everyday. Ha, maybe I will move in." Shaking her head, she let her chin rest on the top of the couch as she looked at Caleb. "Is it hot, or is it just me?" The air felt humid, like there could easily be a storm brewing. Pulling her hoodie off over her head, she stretched. "I am so hungry, where's the waitress? The room service in this place is shocking."

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"I have no idea." Lola couldn't help but to laugh at the irony of the current situation. Well, it was either laugh or cry, and laughter seemed the preferable option at the moment. "I haven't seen him for.." Pausing to work it out in her head, she continued, "Well, it must be at least six months. He went off to college in Idaho." Scratching the bridge of her nose she rolled her eyes. "And as for why he's with Jessica, I know about as much as you do. Quite a big coincidence if it isn't deliberate." Glancing out of the window, she ran her fingers through her hair absent mindedly, "He could have just struck it lucky. Jess is slowly working her way through the entire campus." With a puzzled expression, she continued. "Although, I always assumed if he'd go anywhere, it would be Mexico. That's where his family are."

The smell of the food was making Lola increasingly hungry, but she remembered that she was angry, "Plus, I am mildly pissed off that he's been in my room. With all of my stuff. Timetable, numbers, laptop. Everything." The girl let out an involuntarily shudder before looking back at Caleb when he mentioned his head. Shooting him a sympathetic expression, she shook her head. "There isn't a whole lot that you can do about concussion. Trust me, I've fallen off enough horses to know that." Wincing at the memories, Lola did have one thought. "Have you got any codeine, you know, the painkiller? That'll take the edge off. Failing that, you'll have to get horribly drunk." As she waggled her eyebrows amusingly, she started rubbing her ear lobe in thought.

"I would like to know what he's up to. This is new. Even for him."

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Getting the most indecisive person in the City to order food, isn't always the best idea. The blonde scanned the take out board at least ten times, before opting to go for the exact same thing that she always had. As Caleb approached the counter, she shrugged nonchalantly. Partly because she couldn't quite remember.

"Something with chicken, and noodles. You know, all Chinese food is the same really."

Smirking, Lola held her hand out for the change, which is when the chimes once again sounded out. There was silence, followed by a painfully shrill, and all too painfully familiar voice.

"Lola, you dirty little stop out. Where have you been?"

A brunette appeared within seconds, scanning her friend with the same scrutiny as a police officer would an offender.

"Hey Jessica." Lola chuckled, tilting her head to the side casually. "Oh, you know. I fancied a change in perspective."

The brunette nodded with a delightful smirk as she side eyed Caleb, "I bet you did. Well, as you're here, let me introduce you to someone." With a perked eyebrow, Lola glanced around, not seeing anyone else, and it was at that exact moment that her eyes trailed up a very familiar set of legs.

"This is Jack, he's just transfered Lola. We're seeing each other."

The blonde had to bite down on her lip remarkably hard to stop herself snorting out a laugh. Keeping entirely cool, she nodded politely.

"Hi Jack." Her flushed pink lips emphasised his name, as a warm smile that she certainly didn't feel, spread across her elf like features. "Nice to meet you."

Jess smiled in satisfaction, "He's been sleeping in your room. You don't mind, do you darling? Seeing as you've been, well, you know." Once again, she side eyed the man alongside Lola. That little piece of information did irk Lola quite substantially, but she didn't show it. The young woman's tone remained light hearted and friendly.

"My room? With my stuff? Can't he sleep on the couch? Or hey, here's an idea, his own house." Jack, who at this point was looking rather pleased with himself, nodded sympathetically.

"Of course, I'd hate to make you feel uncomfortable Lara. I won't stay another night."

The blonde had to fight back the urge to poke him right in the eye, opting to turn to Caleb instead.

"Shall we go eat?"

With a small, and indignant sound, Jessica bristled, the way that only a spoilt girl from Connecticut can, "Aren't you going to introduce us to your friend?" Sentiments that were echoed rather charmingly by Jack , "Yes, do introduce us to your friend."

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"Texting my friends about boys and parties?" The blonde laughed in amusement, "Dude, I'm 21, not sixteen. I'm way too busy to go out." Lola shook her head in exasperation. "You know, not all girls go around behaving like they do in Clueless. Just going to throw that out there." Sliding her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie, she noticed that Caleb had lightened up a little around her.

After watching him at the cash machine, she shook her head. "No, it shouldn't hurt that much, and as a five star eatery is clearly off of the menu with me dressed like I just slept in a closet, I'm going to go with Chinese." Lola shot the man sat next to her a very suspicious look, and as the truck pulled up into a parking lot, she turned to face him. Without warning, she leaned towards him and held his cheeks so that he couldn't move his head, and proceeded to look straight into his eyes.

The movement meant that they were technically up close and rather personal, but that hadn't been her intention. Actually, at that point, it had been the last thing on her mind. The fact that she had also seen this guy kill someone, didn't really register in her thought process as she held his head either. It was bizarre to her, that she wasn't phased by it, and she couldn't really put her finger on why. The whole attraction thing did perhaps go someway in helping.

"You totally have a concussion." The blonde shook her head, "Your pupils are beyond whacked out. You don't just have a headache do you? You have a whole brass band back in there." Rolling her eyes at his macho bravado, she tilted her head to the side in mild curiosity. "I am surprised that you don't have a pair of black eyes though. I wouldn't go doing anything crazy if I were you. You'll totally pass out." Whilst Lola was so close to Caleb, she did happen to notice that he had very nice eyes. In fact, he pretty much had a very nice everything.

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"No."

Was the simple, albeit half asleep reply that left the room from Lola. Pulling the covers over her head, she rolled onto her stomach and stuck her bottom up in the air momentarily under the blankets. Groaning, and muttering all manner of obscenities under her breath, the blonde dragged herself out of the bed, appearing in the living space only moments later.

It was rather evident that she was still tired, and that she was the type of person that got rather tetchy with lack of sleep. Annoyingly, the only irritated that the young woman had perfected was rather comedic. That, and she looked more attractive angry, or so people said. Lola crossed her arms across her chest, and she stared at Caleb. Her curls were incredibly wild, and her eyes had a rather attractive glint of silent annoyance in them.

"Is there like some unwritten rule in this line of work, that prevents people from being allowed to sleep? Or is this some warped out, domesticated method of sleep deprivation torture?!"

Finishing her rant with a small yawn, she narrowed her gaze and put her hood up in protest. The blonde then stepped to one side so that Caleb could walk first. Half tempted to swot him half heartedly around the head. Sadly, she realised that she probably couldn't even reach his head anyway. Short people problems really sucked.

A Medieval Interest Check!

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[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

After giving her hands a quick wash, Lola looked at herself in the mirror quizzically. What have you gone and done to yourself this time, huh? Rolling her eyes in frustration at her reflection, she quickly yawned and rubbed her head. The humidity made her want to tie her hair up, but she hated the sight of her neck so much, it put her off. As a compromise, she instead chose a plait that she could rest against the scar to hide it.

Angrily, she gripped the sink. Was it so much to ask to have four hours of sleep in a row? Yes, clearly it was in this place. There didn't even seem like any point in trying. When she closed her eyes all she could see was Jack. Jack and his stupid smug smirk. It was driving her slowly, but very surely crazy. The worst thing was that she didn't know why he was back. Was it a genuine coincidence that he showed up? As much as she wanted to believe it was, she didn't. Plus, she couldn't try and find out from within here. Had he called her? Sent her a message? It would have been a surprise if he hadn't. Lola was starting to understand how Alcatraz inmates' must have felt.

Taking a deep breath, she pinched her cheek. Composing herself before walking back into the hall. She was rattled. This whole hostage situation was almost preferable to the psychotic Ex. At least she seemed marginally safe in here. For now anyway. Maybe it would be her own shallow grave she'd be seeing next.

Walking into the bedroom, she laid down on the bed with an alarmingly vicious growl that she didn't even realise she'd made. Resting her hands behind her head, she stared up at the ceiling. Her eyes fixated on the light fitting as though somehow, it might contain some kind of answer. No one really knew how messed up she really was, and it was all his fault. Happy, funny Lola.

Yeah right.

It was at that point, that a song popped into her head.

I'm one step closer to the edge, and I'm about to break.

Closing her eyes, she finally gave up and fell asleep.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"You don't like doctors huh? It's a good job I'm heading towards veterinary surgery then, isn't it?"

In actual fact, Lola was studying Zoology with applied biochemistry,but as of late she'd been leaning towards switching across to animal medicine. Zoology just wasn't hitting the spot, and the biochemistry was largely transferable.Taking a closer look at the gash, which still required tip toes and leaning lightly against his back, she wrinkled her nose.

"They did a good job. I'm surprised you walked out. Hard head"

Walking into the kitchen, Lola grabbed the vodka as Happy arrived with the Vaseline. Dousing the cotton wool with alcohol, she couldn't help but mourn the waste of her favourite spirit.

"This is going to sting like a bitch."

Flinching at the prospect herself, she wiped the soaked cotton across the cut, before tossing it into the trash. After a brief moment, and a much clearer look at the bloody mess that was Caleb's head,the blonde stuck her finger into the Vaseline before smearing it rather generously over the site.

"Vaseline is amazing, it stops bleeding. I'm surprised you guys haven't figured that out yet."

Grabbing some strips from the first aid box, she opened them tentatively. Biting her lip in concentration, she tried to be as gentle as possible. The trouble with heads were they bled a crazy amount, mainly down to the lack of fatty tissue. Lola pulled the hairs from either side, connecting the gape, before binding them together carefully. Once that was done, she stuck the strip on top. When she was finally finished, she took a moment to admire her handiwork, before gently but firmly running her fingers through Caleb's hair to scruff it up and make the site barely noticeable. Which, on a partially subconscious level, made her tingle. Now that was a new experience.

"All done."

Lola wiped off his neck, walking around to the front of Caleb. She wiggled her now bloodied and rather sticky fingers.

"Just got to wash these. You don't have anything I should know about, do you?"

The young woman narrowed her pretty emerald eyes in an amusing expression of mock concern, before wandering her way along the hall, and into the bathroom to wash up.

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"And the moral of that story kids? Don't steal money."

Rolling her eyes at Happy, she washed up her bowl and spoon, putting it away neatly back into the cupboard. She was starting to quite like this guy.

"Well, I could roam the halls weeping and wailing, but it's not going to get me anywhere, is it?"

With a blonde eyebrow perked in amusement, she nodded at his serious statement.

"Thanks for the tip. I won't."

With a charming smile at Happy, she disappeared back into the bedroom.

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The commotion coming from the door a while later brought Lola back out of her room. Wandering into the kitchen where both guys now were, the young woman peered at Caleb's head.

"Nah, you don't need glue. Just use strips, you can pull it together with his hair. That way it will heal into his hair line and won't scar. Have you got any Vaseline?"

Lola had seen enough cuts and scrapes to last her a lifetime. The men in her family were always coming back from the farm with various bits missing or bleeding. It was an occupational hazard.

"Want me to do it?"

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Lola grumbled something inaudible as she buried her head in the pillow, and stuck her bottom up in the air under the thick duvet cover. There was far too much coming and going involved in this whole gang lifestyle for her liking. Yawning, the blonde grumbled in irritation at not being able to sleep for the third time that day.

After spending an hour waking up, Lola rubbed her eyes and sat upright. How did these people live with so little sleep? She was convinced that she'd be a homicidal maniac. With a sigh, she pulled on a pair of denim shorts, and a simple black vest top before heading out into the hallway. Not only was she tired, she was also incredibly hungry. As she entered the living room, she waved nonchalantly at the couch before heading into the kitchen area. She recognised the guy from the previous evening, but she didn't remember his name.

"You lucked out then?"

Without warning, Lola climbed rather nimbly up onto the the work surface and opened the cupboard. There wasn't anything exciting, but at least there was cereal. Kitchens were a relative mine field when you're short. You can never reach anything. For the first time, the blonde realised why all short girls had tall boyfriends. It was like a new form of natural selection.

Jumping down, she grabbed some milk, and after sniffing it suspiciously, she mixed it all together. Taking a bite before leaning against the worktop, with her feet resting on the middle island.

Well now, wasn't she meeting a lot of new people at the moment? She might as well sign up at this bloody rate.

"So, which one are you? Doc, grumpy, dopey or bashful?"