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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Oct 23, 2017 13:29:48 GMT -7
Lily was content with her life. She was adjusting to her life again after her brother died. Paying the bills was hard since she spent her money on expensive things rather than her own bills, but she ended up trying to afford all of it. She was sort of seeing someone--a bartender--though it was mostly playful banter. She kept escorting at parties, often getting with men in an effort to pay for her life of luxurious tastes. It was a bad habit, but she enjoyed spending money on things she didn't need to make up for what little home she had. It was essentially a shack, but nobody needed to know that. If she showed off, she could pull off how expensive she was. She never took men to her own home, either. It was always theirs.
Stripping was a good way to pass the time. She was good at it too, but with most people quite broke after the war, she didn't end up getting much money from it. She threatened to quit several times, but her boss just laughed. With her reputation, lack of education, and poor as hell, there was really nowhere else to go. She couldn't quit or she would be homeless. The last thing she wanted to do was become a full-time prostitute or sell drugs in the rough part of District 1. Both of those were dangerous lines of work, and it was a high possibility that she would end up homeless.
A rainy Saturday night seemed to draw in a large crowd. It was busier than it had been in months. Lily knew that she would be able to make a good profit if she worked her ass off--literally. She took to the stage, playing the game of a lustful stripper though her work didn't reflect her personality. It was just another job, just like escorting was.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lily saw someone she knew. It was a blonde man with a scar. Cullen had a "friend" over a lot, and when they would meet, she was told to go into her room. She knew he wasn't friendly, as she would often hear them fight about drugs. She just assumed her brother was taking them, but she found out he was selling them too. She put two and two together, he must've been his dealer or a client. Lily pretended not to notice him, but when she did see him, she saw a devilish look on his face that was eyeing towards her. There was no doubt in her mind that this was the man that killed her brother.
She had to act calmly. There was no use in getting upset onstage in front of a hundred people. She would have to wait. She swore to herself that if she ever came in contact with the man that killed her brother, she would kill him no matter the repercussions. He was the only person she could trust for a long time, and the man with the scar took that away from her.
The long night went on. People danced, others drank. But the man with the scar didn't seem to stop staring at the girl. He knew exactly what he was doing. She made eye contact with him a few times, giving him a smile and wink like she normally would. He had friends with him, possibly other gang members, so she had to be careful. When the night died down and it was time to take her break, she approached him. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" She asked, playfully flirting. She had to keep this persona on.
"Yeah, I think so," he smiled. "You're Cullen's little sister, right? A shame what happened to him. He seemed to talk to much sometimes, but he was good at what he did."
Lily could hear the lie in his words, but she just smiled anyways. "I know, but it's alright. He knew the repercussions of his job and he fell victim to it. I've mourned, so I'm alright now." The man nodded and smiled. He wanted something from her. "But that doesn't matter. You're here to have fun, aren't you?" Lily kept talking. "How about we book a room after this? The rented living across the street?" The rented living was used for people who usually came into town as business men, but it was also used for prostitutes. Those usually went hand-in-hand.
The man smiled. "Of course Ms. Hemwick, anything for you." She nodded back and went back to work.
When her shift was almost over, she saw the man waiting at the front door. She was glad Vican wasn't here, because things would get messy. She assumed he was either at home or at the bar. As long as he was out of her way for now, she would be okay. She went backstage, grabbed her black dress and boots, and put her knife in her boot.
The two then went to the hotel room with his gang following him. He said that they were going to stay outside and guard the door in case anyone wanted to ruin their fun. Lily knew that she had to be careful or else she would end up dead herself. They entered the hotel room and the man locked the door. She opened the window, which was thankfully on the first floor. She would need to go out that way once she killed him.
She went to the bathroom, making herself look better. She put the knife in her bra as she took her boots off. After exiting the bathroom, she turned the lights off and made her way towards the bed. Things were getting heavy for a while, but Lily couldn't stand even the slightest kiss or touch from him. She then took her knife out of her bra, holding the knife in her hand while sitting on top of him. She then stabbed his chest as he saw the knife. He then pushed her off into a glass table, holding his chest. The table broke as she started bleeding on her back. Lily had so much determination that she didn't realize how much pain she was in. She ran towards him and stabbed him again, this time being what really hurt him. He yelled for his group, and she, as fast as she could, ran out the window and onto the street.
She had to keep running. She didn't know where to go. They knew where she lived. She couldn't go back to the strip club since they knew where she worked. The girl was in shape and agile, though she was half naked running in the back alleys of the city. She heard a gunshot fly by her. Adrenaline kept her going. She had to keep running. She had to find somewhere.
Lily turned a corner, knowing she had a good enough lead on the gang but not good enough to outrun them. There was a trash bin on the back of a jewelry store. The girl, bloodied and terrified, jumped into the bin, closed the lid, and waited it out. She could hear them outside of the trash bin as the group split up. After about a half hour and not hearing anything, she climbed out. The girl was extremely sore. She had nowhere to go. She thought of the only place she could hide out.
The girl walked in pain to the apartments in District 1. She was on the brink of being unconscious, but she had to keep pushing herself. Lily needed someone to help her, and the only person she knew she could rely on, even if for a few hours, was Vican Vesuvius. She walked up the stairs, holding herself up on the railing. Most of her clothes were gone, her hair was messy, and the gashes on her back were still a bit bloodied.
Leliana started knocking on the door. "Vican," she said, quietly but trying to get his attention. She knew it was extremely late at night and all of the lights were off in his home. She heard Princess Tater Tot bark, hoping that would wake him up. If he wasn't home or he was too asleep, she didn't know what she would do. The gang would find her eventually if she was out in the city. "Please Vican, wake up." Her life was on the line. She was begging, and seconds later, her legs collapsed from under her and she was sitting at his front door. She was still conscious, but if anyone saw her like this, she knew the Peacekeepers would be called and her life would be over.
WORD COUNT: 1460
TAG: Vican Vesuvius
NOTES: So dramatic, yay!
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Living for the rejection.
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Oct 23, 2017 15:26:28 GMT -7
For the most part, Vican’s life was steady. His ownership of the bar was still going well, and he kept making more money than he knew what to do with. One of the places he’d found to turn it, though, was Lily. Of course, he wasn’t spending money on her like most would assume. Their relationship did not, in fact, consist of lap dances in musty back rooms, but instead occasional dinners and drinks. It was a nice change. Vican looked forward to their meetings, to each time he saw her. Lily was interesting and beautiful and ultimately a nice expenditure of his free time. They weren’t serious per sey. She still worked at the club, which, of course, didn’t bother Vican in the least Everyone had to come by money somehow. Despite that, he didn’t have eyes for anyone else. His general assumption was that over time, whatever it was that they had might morph into something more serious. She knew where he worked and where he lived. Occasionally, she dropped by the bar and would follow him home from work. It was an entirely informal arrangement, but Vican found himself watching the door of the bar on many nights, waiting for her to come walking through. On that particular night, she didn’t. Vican closed quietly, telling himself that it was really no big deal despite the disappointment he felt. She had no obligation whatsoever to meet him, after all. Once at home, Vican went about his nightly ritual of walking Tot, eating a small meal, showering, and then going to bed. Vican climbed in between the cool sheets with one of his favorite books. Less than 10 pages in, he fell asleep, the book still in his hand. Hours later, Vican jolted awake to Tot’s persistent barking. ”Tot-“ Vican groaned, moving to nudge at her with his foot but instead finding her out of the bed. ”Dammit,” he muttered, forcing himself up. Better not be a robber, Vican thought, I’m not dressed to get shot. The cool air in his apartment nipped at his bare chest, but he found some warmth in the fleece lining of his sweatpants. Not totally awake and alert, Vican stared at the door for a moment as Tot barked insistently in its direction. He debated on opening it as he heard a thunk outside. Vican closed the distance to the door and tried to look through the peephole but couldn’t see anything in the dark. He took a break and in one swift motion unlocked the door and pulled it open. What - or, rather, who - he found on his doorstep was the last thing he expected. It was a girl, extremely disheveled and missing most of her clothing. Her back was the most surprising of all, where red blood ran above its darker, dried counterpart. It took a moment for Vican to understand. ”f*ck,” he said, his heart freezing in his chest, ”Lily.” Without thinking, he bent down and picked her up from her place on the concrete floor. Vican shut the door behind them and rushed her over to the couch where he laid her down as gingerly as possible. Remembering the slashes across her back, he made fast time running to the door and locking each of the three bolts. He looked through the peephole again, expecting to see some crazed, knife-wielding man. Instead, he saw the same darkness that he’d seen earlier. Vican turned to look at Lily, running back to the couch. ”f*ck, what happened to you? Are you okay?” he demanded. It was obvious that she was not okay. He kept his eyes on her as he sped into the bathroom, not waiting for a reply. He had no idea how serious the injuries were, so it was more important to do something than wait around and ask questions. While there, he opened the drawer with the medical supplies in it. Vican quickly rummaged through the contents, trying desperately to find everything he needed. Giving up, he ripped the whole drawer from its place in the cabinet and went back into the living room. Vican’s mind spun. For a moment, he thought of rushing her to the nearest hospital. Immediately afterwards, he realized that the hospital was centrally located in the District and had no stairs to climb. She’d come to him for a reason. He tried to assess the damage but was incredibly overwhelmed. He took a deep breath and asked, ”what happened, Lily?”Words: 764 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Oct 23, 2017 17:49:25 GMT -7
Leliana, once she saw Vican, knew that it was a mistake to come to his house. She was dragging him into something that she knew she shouldn't. These people would kill anyone, and after she had stabbed one of the gang members, they would be looking for her. She didn't know if he was dead or alive, as he could've easily been taken to the hospital and have Peacekeepers sent after her. She was terrified, and she knew she was dragging someone into this that didn't deserve to be dragged in. It was complicated, like her life. If she told Vican what was going on, would he hate her? Did he want a quiet life without drama? If he did, Leliana wouldn't be upset. She would understand. She wouldn't want Vican to get hurt over her actions. She would never want that.
When he picked her up, she could feel the warmth of his sweater against her skin. She was never dependent on anyone, and now, she felt almost helpless in Vican's arms. But she didn't struggle or complain. She did come to his home after all. Lily was in a lot of pain, but her thoughts almost consumed her pain. "I'm sorry Vican," she managed to let out as he put her on the couch. She was genuinely sorry for what she was doing to him. She was getting his couch dirty and she was worrying him.
Before she could answer the question that he asked her, he ran off. She tried to sit up, letting out a groan of pain. She was really starting to feel the pain now. The glass had messed up her back and the running had just made it worse. He came back with a whole drawer of things. She was shaking. She wondered if the gang members had followed her. So many thoughts were going through her head, but she turned to Vican.
"I tried to killed someone," she said, her eyes on his chest rather than up at his eyes. Tears were running down her face, but she wasn't hysterical. "I don't know if he's dead but..." She laid back down and put her hands over her face. "He killed my brother and I couldn't just let him think everything was okay. He's in a gang and if they find me they're going to kill me." Her voice broke on the last word. She didn't want to drag Vican into this. She felt terrible. She just poured her heart out and she knew that he probably wouldn't want her anymore.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here." She tried to get up, but it was almost impossible. She couldn't move, much less walk. She sighed. At least he locked his doors. Nobody knew about her and Vican really, unless they saw each other go out together or they saw them at the bar. Their relationship wasn't a secret, but rather, it wasn't serious enough to tell people about it. Lily knew that she was safe here, but she knew that eventually she would be found out. Whether it was the blood trail that she might have left or the people that saw her and Vican together.
Lily looked at Vican. "I just don't know what to do." Her energy was drained, especially after speaking about what just happened. She hadn't fully grasped what was going on and what she just did.
WORD COUNT: 573
TAG: Vican Vesuvius |
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District 1
Living for the rejection.
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Bartender
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Oct 23, 2017 18:57:04 GMT -7
Vican’s jaw dropped at Lily’s confession. He blinked a few times, trying to process what she said. Was it all a weird dream? Vican pinched his arm once, twice, hard enough to draw blood. He felt the pain and watched as blood filled the well where the edge of his nail had dug into his skin. Vican looked back up to Lily, trying to understand. At the tears he saw streaming down her face, he forced himself to toughen up. She’d came to him for a reason, as he’d thought earlier. She’d picked him, trusted him to come enough to run to his apartment, of all of the places in all of Panem she could have gone. He needed to be strong for her. He listened to her speak and took a moment to breathe deeply. ”Okay,” he said, ”Okay.” Vican exhaled. ”Well, if they followed you here, we’d both be dead by now. You’re safe here.” Was she, though? The gang could have followed her. They could be biding their time, staking out the apartment or waiting at his bar or burning it down. They could be- ”You’re safe. Don’t worry,” he said. ”For now, we’ll uh, we’ll get you fixed up. Where all are you hurt?” The bright red of her ripped back was still visible in Vican’s mind. ”Your back is… pretty bad. Is there anywhere else?” Only now did he manage to look at the rest of her. She was very scantily clad, though he’d seen her like this before while she worked. It was nothing new, but somehow it almost felt indecent to look at her while she was in that state, even though that was the absolute last thing on his mind at the time. ”We can’t take you to a hospital, so we’re just going to have to hope that my experience wrapping people up after bar fights is enough.” Words: 339 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Oct 23, 2017 19:16:42 GMT -7
Lily could only manage a nod after she saw Vican try and take everything in. Once she was patched up, she would leave. Dragging someone into this was the last thing she wanted to do. He was such a great guy. She didn't deserve him. He had everything going for him, and if he kept her around, she knew that things wouldn't end well for the dark-haired male. That was the last thing she wanted to do.
She watched Vican. He seemed freaked out. She didn't blame him. She was just as freaked out. Even she couldn't take it all in and it happened to her. She wished she could've just went to the hospital, but they would ask a lot of questions that she couldn't answer. She had just lost everything--her home, her luxuries, and her job. There was nothing she had left. She didn't even have clothes. She knew if she went back to her home, she would probably die there. They would probably wait there until she was dead, especially since nobody else lived in her home. It was such an awful feeling, and she wondered if it was really worth it. It didn't matter anymore, since it did happen and she had to be thankful that she didn't have a bullet in her head.
"No, it's just on my back I think," she said. She really didn't know. When she was thrown off the bed, she bruised a lot of her back, but she couldn't really tell if anything else was hurt. She couldn't thank Vican enough. He took her in and was fixing her up. It was more than she could ask for.
"Thank you Vican," she said, looking at him "Really. You have no idea how much it means to me." She sighed. "I don't know how I can repay you, but once I get patched up, I'll leave. I don't want you getting hurt."
WORD COUNT: 325
TAG: Vican Vesuvius
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District 1
Living for the rejection.
Heterosexual
24 Years Old
Relationship:
Single
Occupation:
Bartender
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Oct 24, 2017 21:54:53 GMT -7
Vican nodded at her assessment of herself. At least it was just her back. It could’ve been worse, the damage more extensive. He ran through the procedure in his mind. Pull out the shards of glass, clean the wound, bandage it up. Pull clean bandage. Pull-clean-bandage. Lily just killed a man. Pull-clean-bandage. Vican reach into the drawer at his feet, trying to find some kind of tweezers. He added to himself that he’d need to get a bowl for the glass pieces and for a place to hold the alcohol after pouring it over the tweezers to disinfect them. Bowl-disenfect-pull-clean-bandage. Suddenly, his ceaseless train of thought was interrupted by Lily’s next words. He didn’t understand for a moment and even repeated her words that she said mentally, trying to make sure he heard her correctly. ”You’re serious?” he choked out. ”Lily… you can’t leave. Do you know what would happen?” He already pictured her dead crumpled body in some ditch. ”If you were going to leave, there wouldn’t even be a point in patching you up,” he said quietly. Vican looked up from his drawer. He didn’t let himself think about the fact that he could very well be hiding a literal murder in his home. The significant factor in the whole situation was that the alleged murder happened to be Lily, and the murder probably prevented others. ”You’ll just stay here, until all of this blows over.” Did murders ever blow over? ”If there’s anything you need… I can get it for you. Clothes, food, whatever. We can talk about all that more later, but for now, we need to make sure you get help and that you are not going to leave. Promise me you won’t do that, Lily?”Words: 311 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Oct 24, 2017 22:47:37 GMT -7
Leliana was terrified in all sorts of manors. The fact that she and Vican could be killed at any time, the fact that she even dragged Vican into this, and that he was about to pull glass shards out of her bleeding back. God, what was she thinking? If she just thought, she could've avoided this mess. But her impulses didn't let her think. She let revenge sweep over her without hesitating. Was he even dead? She had no idea. Only a few hours ago, she was convinced that killing that man would be worth it. Now, she knew it wasn't. She feared for her life, she feared for Vican's, and she feared for their safety more than anything. Her brother wouldn't have wanted this, but it was Lily's duty to avenge Cullen. She couldn't even do that right.
The brunette sighed, listening to Vican's words. He insisted that she stayed and his hospitality was something that was unexpected. She half expected for him to turn her in and half expected a complete interrogation, followed by either being kicked out or turned in. But from what she knew of the man, she knew that he wasn't like that. The least she could do was promise him that she wouldn't leave. "Alright, I won't leave. I promise," she said, basically giving up. Leaving the apartment either meant death or arrest. "But no, I can take care of myself. I'll figure out a way to get clothes and food, and while I'm here, I'll pay part of your rent. I'm not a worthless criminal. I always have a reason for the things that I do. I didn't do this just to cause chaos. I'm sorry." Lily didn't know exactly how she was going to get money, as she couldn't really trust anyone except for the man in front of her. She was so sorry to him. Leliana hadn't been sorry to anyone in her life.
She knew what she had to do, and she knew she couldn't tell Vican. She couldn't just sit around and do nothing though. Not for all that he had done for her already. He was risking everything having her here. She couldn't thank him enough. She hoped paying for him would eventually be good enough. But she never knew anyone who cared as much as he did towards her. Most people treated her as an object, whether she was escorting or stripping. She was just a play thing, and she really felt nothing more than that for most of her life. Vican actually made her feel wanted and safe, more than she could say for any other guy who walked into the strip club or who bedded her.
WORD COUNT: 424
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District 1
Living for the rejection.
Heterosexual
24 Years Old
Relationship:
Single
Occupation:
Bartender
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Oct 25, 2017 15:06:11 GMT -7
Vican watched carefully until Lily conceded. He looked into her eyes directly, desperately hoping that she was telling the truth. If she left, as he realized, it could jeopardize him too. If the Peacekeepers found that he’d harbored her, even if it was just long enough to help heal her, it would probably mean his death. Thankfully, though, he saw no lie in her eyes. As far as he could tell, she was telling the truth. ”Thank you,” he breathed in relief.
He listened to her justification, for her grappling for what he thought sounded like acceptance. ”Don’t worry about any of that right now, okay?” Vican stood and crossed the short distance to the kitchen, picking up the first bowl he found in a cabinet. Coming back, he carried a dining room chair. Vican sat down in front of the couch with it and began to concentrate on getting ready to help Lily. ”Rent, food, whatever… those aren’t an issue. There’s no reason to be sorry right now.” It wasn’t hard to guess that Vican made more money than he knew how to handle just by looking at his apartment. In fact, in one of his drawers, he had thousands of dollars curled up into a small roll hidden amongst his clothes. After each payday, he took enough out of his money to pay for food and rent and stuck the rest in the door. He didn’t consider himself to be cheap - he wasn’t at all. Vican bought what he wanted - the problem was that he didn’t want a lot.
Vican poured the strong alcohol (medical, of course) across the tweezers. ”Okay…” he began, speaking carefully at first. ”Your back looked really, really bad, Lily. We should probably start to work on getting that fixed now. Is that okay?”
Words: 329
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Oct 25, 2017 19:21:21 GMT -7
Lily knew that, whatever was about to happen, it was going to hurt like nothing else had hurt before. Having them in her back hurt like hell, but she couldn't imagine the shards being pulled out of her back. Her whole body filled with goosebumps. She knew if they didn't get it out soon enough, she would get an infection. Hell, she might have already gotten an infection from sitting in the empty dumpster. She didn't know until Vican would do it, but she was so hesitant about it. When he told her not to worry about the money situation right now, she was right. She was about to be in a world of hurt.
"Yeah, it's fine," she said. She pushed herself up with her back towards Vican. It took all of her strength for her to sit up. She moved her messy hair to the side of her body. She forgot she was even in her undergarments. This was so embarrassing for her. She considered herself a pretty respectable woman, to Vican at least, and this was the last way she wanted him to see her as. Of course, he had seen her on stage in the same type of clothing, but she didn't have blood, dirt, and sweat covering her body. She felt so vulnerable, and yet, with him, she felt comfortable. She didn't mind showing off her body to Vican, but it wasn't like this.
To take her mind off of the upcoming pain, she gripped the couch cushion. She wanted to get her mind off of everything, and her mind drifted to Vican. "How was the bar tonight? Were you busy?" She asked. Lily was never one for small talk, but right now, it seemed like this was best for them. She wouldn't be opposed to answer any of Vican's questions, as he deserved to know answers, but she wanted to ask him how his day was in hopes that she would be distracted.
WORD COUNT: 330
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District 1
Living for the rejection.
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Occupation:
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Oct 25, 2017 21:35:48 GMT -7
Vican felt his stomach twist when Lily turned around. After being a bartender for so many years, he lost his squeamishness factor. He’d seen so many bar fights that involved thrown bottles and broken glass that he’d become practically immune to the sight. On Lily, though, it looked different. He could only imagine the situation that had given her those cuts. Judging by her state of dress, he began to wonder if something like rape happened to be involved, even. He felt sick, not because of the blood, but instead because of the unseen emotional damage she surely sustained. After she turned and began conversation, Vican leaned forward to work very slowly. Had the damage been less extensive, he might’ve given her a drink or three to numb the pain. Now, he was worried about her blood thinning and controlling the bleeding that would surely worsen once he started to disturb the wound. Vican began his work as carefully as possible, trying to remain mindful of Lily’s state. ”The bar was actually very slow tonight,” Vican said. ”I did have a person come in looking for a job,” he added, completely making up a story at this point just to give her something to focus on that wasn’t her brother or the man she’d attacked or the pain she was feeling. ”You know, I was absolutely going to hire him, but he blew it. He came into the bar drunk already, which is a terrible sign. Can’t have that type of employee in my bar.” Vican paused, dropping multiple pieces of glass into the bowl in his lap. He kept moving as fast as possible, not wanting to prolong the pain. ”It was busy in other ways, though,” Vican told her, ”I’m strongly considering slightly remodeling the bar, like ordering new tile and all, you know?”Words: 320 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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District 1
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Oct 25, 2017 22:32:16 GMT -7
Lily was glad that Vican gave her the satisfaction of talking about his bar. It was nice to focus on his words, actually interested in the man that applied to the bar. At least she was interested in the parts when she wasn't groaning in agony. She didn't realize how much glass actually punctured her back. Most glass tables that she saw at mansions were sturdy and probably wouldn't break under the small girl's weight. The table at the cheap motel probably had cheap glass for their tables, and it ended up causing her more pain than what she realize when the impact happened. Still, it was nice to focus on Vican's voice. He seemed a lot calmer than before as he spoke about the bar.
She bit her lip as hard as she could, making it bleed. It was the only thing she could do herself to try and help the pain. She could hear the shards drop into the bowl next to him. She was honestly so thankful. He was literally getting glass shards out of her back while not knowing the full story. She knew she could fully trust him now. He was technically an accomplice now as he helped her. She assumed that they were in this together. He was doing a disgusting job for her, after all.
"Yeah, what an...ah...asshole," she said, contributing to the conversation about the employee. He seemed like a complete dick, and she was glad that Vican hadn't hired him. "I hope your tiles work AHHHut," she said, gripping the couch cushion and biting her lip hard. "Shit, that one was tough." She breathed heavily, trying to stay awake through this process. After the rough night and the intense pain, she had no idea how she was still conscious.
She heard the last piece of glass drop into the bowl. Thank god she was done. She was sweating from the pain and took in deep breaths. "Vican," she said, her voice airy. Her back was still turned towards him. She could barely move, but she did feel a lot better. "You have no idea how much I appreciate this. Why would you put your life at risk for me? If I left now, there would be no liability for you. But you insist that I stay for my own safety. I just...thank you." Lily was usually blunt and could come off as cold, but there was no reason for her to be cold right now.
WORD COUNT: 421
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District 1
Living for the rejection.
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Oct 26, 2017 23:34:35 GMT -7
Vican set about his work quickly. He wanted to get all the glass out as soon as possible and not prolong the process any longer than necessary. There was a surprising amount of glass embedded in her skin, and a few times, some of the pieces were so small that Vican almost overlooked them entirely. He was both curious and concerned as to what happened to do this type of damage to her. Initially, his guess had been that perhaps she fell out of a window, but he assumed that if that were the case, she’d have sustained some other injuries aside from the ones on her back. The why wasn’t totally important, at least not in the moment. Once things had calmed down, he could ask her then and find out more pieces to the story. He’d wait until she was ready though. The details and the circumstances were already set. All that was left to do was manage the effects. He continued his meaningless chatter with her, managing to form some crazy stories in the process. Lily was a true trooper in the moment, holding on despite the glass cutting her more as he pulled it from her skin. He sped up at the end for the final pieces, removing them as quickly as physically possible. Finally, the last piece had been extracted. Vican dropped the piece into the bowl in his lap, followed by the tweezers. For a moment, he allowed himself to sink back into his seat to take a break from the intensity. Vican started to reach for the salve, bandage pads, and gauze to finish out what he’d started, but stopped when Lily began to talk. ”It’s not an option to do anything else… of course I would help you. I couldn’t turn you away, especially not when it matters like this. I mean… what if it was me that needed help? I hope that someone would do this for me… so it seems like I should do this for you.”Words: 350 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Oct 27, 2017 21:00:40 GMT -7
Lily never thought she would be in a situation like this. With escorting, it could sometimes be dangerous, but because they were higher class, she hoped that they were classier than the people that see her strip. That wasn't always the case, as she had several times where she was uncomfortable, but she never got hurt. Not like what had happened with the blonde man with the scar. Vican and the blonde man were two totally different people, and yet, she saw them on the same night. One nearly killed her, and one saved her life.
Before Vican could put the wrap on her, she turned her head to look at him as he spoke. It was genuine, something she wasn't used to. The woman was so used to being called "sweetheart, sl*ut, honey, who*re" and treated like the object people thought she was on stage. She was touched in places she didn't want to be touched. She was grabbed and poked and pinched and still had to smile because, if she didn't, she would be seen as prude and wouldn't get any tips. It was the job she picked, yes, but it was nice to have someone, especially a guy, that seemed like he was on her side. He might have had ulterior motives, but from what Leliana could see, he didn't. He just wanted to help her because if he were in the same situation, he would want help too. She just nodded and smiled at him, turning around so he could finish up.
"Maybe if you're lucky, I'll give you a free dance," she said laughing. It was true and something she wasn't opposed to doing. It was just something lighthearted to say after a serious talk that they had. "And, if you're really lucky, I might throw in a kiss or two." Lily was honestly really falling for Vican. Maybe it was the kindness he showed her tonight, or maybe it was just the way he treated her since the first day that they met. She knew she shouldn't get close to anyone--not with the gang trouble going on--but she couldn't help it.
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Oct 27, 2017 21:22:48 GMT -7
Vican cracked a bit of a smile at Lily’s attempt at humor. It would be a lie for him to say that he wasn’t incredibly attracted to her. Physically speaking, she was one of the most beautiful and alluring and seductive women he’d ever encountered, and he’d worked at a strip club, of all places. Vican also couldn’t deny that he thought about her in that way somewhat frequently. Nothing happened between them yet. Somehow, their relationship was incredibly casual and subtle, and he managed to bury all of that desire deep down until it seemed appropriate to unearth. Now did not feel like the time. Lily was still healing and had just endured something incredibly traumatic. It didn’t feel right to pursue her now, especially knowing that she could later regret the timing and grow to resent the potential action. Still, the last thing Vican wanted to do was give her the wrong idea. He was very much interested in a dance and kissing and everything, but at some later time when she was not injured and bleeding or in a position where she felt like she owed him something. ”Well, I feel pretty damn lucky just having you here,” Vican told her with a half smile. He put the rest of the supplies in the drawer and sat the bowl filled with glass shards on the coffee table. Later, he’d have to find a way to discard of them. ”In all seriousness, though, don’t feel like you owe me anything at all for this, especially things like that.” It would feel wrong, like he was taking advantage of her in the situation. Vican wanted her, but he wanted her to come to him when she didn’t felt like she had to. Words: 320 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Oct 27, 2017 22:23:48 GMT -7
Leliana knew that the both of them were being cheesy. She was never one for romance-y things, as she learned that being a hard-ass on the outside was the way to go when it came to dating while being a stripper. Guys were always up front with what they wanted from her (and some of them were extremely strange), and that's what she did. There was no love or romance involved, just lust. When it came to Vican though, she kind of liked the cheese. In fact, she was living for it. No guy had ever expressed romance to her like he did. It was sweet and kind, something that would definitely take some getting used to but ultimately really enjoying the small talk and his company.
"You're right, I should just owe you my keep for the apartment. I don't feel like I owe you anything in that way. But that's the thing," she said, turning her upper half to look at the half of him she could see. "I don't do those things unless I'm serious. And with you, I feel more than the fact that I owe you something." It was sort of a lie when she was saying that she didn't do those things, considering she was an escort. But there was a difference between hooking up and having sex with someone she wanted to. One required money, the other required some sort of attraction. She definitely felt the latter for Vican. Why wouldn't she? He was successful, attractive, and extremely sweet. She wondered why he wasn't taken by someone more refined already.
Lily turned around, sighing. Maybe she had the whole thing all wrong. Did he not find her attractive? Did he think that she was just some low life and was pitying her? Lily thought that she might have been taking things the wrong way. Was he just a friend? Maybe he was gay? She instantly got worried. Most guys would throw themselves at her, but for some reason, Vican wasn't like that. Maybe it was out of decency, but it might have been because of something else. "Do you find me attractive?" She asked, looking forward. She wouldn't be able to see the expression on his face, and though that bothered her, she just wanted to know what he said.
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Oct 28, 2017 22:39:08 GMT -7
It occurred to Vican all at once exactly what Lily was offering. She’d made joking mentions before, but this time, she was legitimately suggesting something physical. It was simultaneously exciting and nerve wracking. Vican had been with plenty of girls, so many that he shouldn’t have been nervous whatsoever at the thought of being with Lily. With her, it was entirely different, though. He wanted her so badly, even now. If he had no self restraint, he would’ve taken her at that exact instant. Instead, he couldn’t stop thinking about the state of her back, the crazed and broken look in her eyes he’d seen when he’d found her on his doorstep just an hour prior. It wasn’t the right time, and that in itself was an insurmountable problem. He didn’t let himself respond just yet, instead trying to hold out while collecting his thoughts. The last thing Vican wanted to do would be to offend Lily, but at the same time he wanted to make it clear that it was probably the worst of all times to bed her for the first time. At her question, Vican laughed. She could see his expressions clearly now and perhaps understand him through sight. ”God, Lily,” he said, sighing as he raked a hand through his hair. ”When’s the last time you looked in the mirror?” She was serially beautiful, the type of gorgeous that oftentimes made his breath catch in his throat upon his first glance at her. ”Yes,” he answered clearly this time, ”And to be very honest, you’re easily the most attractive person I’ve ever seen.” Pale skin, black hair, an her beautiful, endless eyes. ”Probably sounds like an exaggeration. It’s not. I figure that now you’re wondering why I’m not taking you up just yet,” he added, acknowledging the elephant in the room. ”I’ve been very interested in you for quite some time now, Lily,” Vican admitted. His chest felt lighter after the words left him. ”You’re interesting and funny and gorgeous and I absolutely cannot get enough of you at this point. Trust in me when I say that your offer is incredibly tempting, this just… isn’t the time. You’re hurt, and some crazy things just happened in your life. I don’t want you to do something now that you might regret later.”Words: 410 Tags: Leliana Hemwick |
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Oct 29, 2017 22:29:24 GMT -7
Lily, the whole time Vican was speaking, was smiling. She normally didn't blush or smile when people raved about her, but when he said ti, it was like it was coming from someone who cared more about her as a person than about her body. It was wholesome and she felt warm because of it. It was nice that he did want her, but he was holding back because it was the wrong time in her life. Maybe tomorrow would be right. Maybe it would be a week or a month before it would be right for the both of them. But everything he said made her feel like an actual human being. For a second, she forgot about the pain and the last few hours. She wanted to focus on him, and that was exactly what she did.
When he finished, she just looked back and smiled. "Okay, I understand. Thanks for the nice words," she said. "But can we maybe meet somewhere in the middle? Like, can I sleep in the same bed with you or something? I hate sleeping alone, especially after what just happened. If not, that's alright too. I just thought I would ask first. I can even sleep naked if you wanted me to, though we don't have to do anything." She laughed and winked at him. He really put his heart on his sleeve, and she was still being flirty as hell and didn't stop joking around. Lily had trouble being serious for too long. It was more of a coping mechanism than anything. She just liked to joke around and flirt, and though things were different with Vican, she still acted like the same old Leliana Hemwick.
"If you're wondering, I think you're sexy as hell too. You should become a stripper. You'd make sooo much money, though Mr. Sexy Bartender is also a pretty damn good fit." Lily liked the mood lighter in most situations. She liked playing around and goofing off because she didn't get to do that in her every day work place. Especially after the situation that happened, she needed something fun to go off of even though she was practically traumatized.
She turned her whole body around to face Vican for the first time this night. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask. If not, I'm quite cold and I think I'd look pretty hot in one of your t-shirts if I may say so." She knew she was already making herself comfortable, but she hoped she wasn't being too pushy already.
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Post by Vican Vesuvius on Oct 29, 2017 22:52:56 GMT -7
To Vican’s relief, his words were well received. For quite some time now, he wondered how Lily would respond to some sort of confession on his part. She had her pick of men, had a line of men waving money at her for just moments of her time, and somehow, it was him she was with. Vican felt so incredibly lucky. At her suggestion, he found himself laughing. The mood had turned serious for a moment as he gave her his honest thoughts, but now, with those cleared out and her jokes in, he felt much better. They weren’t entirely jokes, though, just very flirty things said with a crazy smile. Truthfully, Vican loved the idea. He knew having her beside him in his bed would make her all the more tempting, especially because he knew that now, she wanted him, too. ”f*ck, Lily,” he said, laughing a bit more, ”When you ask things like that… you just know that there’s absolutely no way that I can turn you down.” At times like this, Lily made Vican want to give her the entire world. She phrased requests like this like a question, almost like a plea, when in reality it would probably best be expressed in the opposite direction. Her next observation made him laugh. ”What, you want me to be your coworker now?” he inquired, laughing, ”Being ‘Mr. Sexy Bartender’ pays pretty damn well, too, when you own your bar yourself.” Money hadn’t been an issue for Vican in years. Since he’d bought the bar, he’d had loads of money, more than he could ever spend himself. With Lily, he felt like he might finally have a source. As she turned, Vican snapped out of his lustful, flirty mindset for just a moment to watch her face for signs of pain during movement. Lily seemed fine, which was a massive relief to Vican. He didn’t know what he’d do if something bad happened to her now. ”Any questions?” Vican repeated, laughing. In the meantime, he pulled his own shirt over his head, tossing it to her on the couch. ”Does that one do?” he asked. Before she’d even put it on, he knew she was correct. She’d be incredibly hot in it. ’Hm, how about this one. When would you want to go to bed?”Words: 406 Tags: Kira Collins leliana |
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Post by Leliana Hemwick on Oct 29, 2017 23:36:18 GMT -7
Lily was mostly naked in front of Vican. He really did have willpower, as the two were physically close and he still wasn't completely turned on. She praised it. It was almost something of a congratulations, because most guys couldn't resist touching her the moment they see her or had alone time with her. She admired that he was able to stay away from her while she was healing, though she was saddened by the fact that other men wouldn't be able to. She would need at least a day or two's rest, but after that, she would need to contact some of her more rich friends to get some high -paying appointments. She had lost everything, so rebuilding her inventory she had before would take a while. And she was still going to pay rent no matter what Vican had to say.
She smiled. "Good," she said in response to him agreeing with her about sleeping in the same bed as him. She liked the warmth of men next to her, and she would especially like having the comfort of Vican. He was more than just another man sleeping next to her. She was excited to have his embrace when the two of them slept in the same bed. Lily already felt more protected with him around.
The brunette laughed when he said that he made good money as a bartender and a bar owner. She didn't doubt it. Owning a bar after wartime was a smart investment. Everyone she knew drank, and his bar was one of the busiest in town. Lily experienced it when she went there to visit him when she had breaks. Most of the time she could only get a few words in because he was so busy. Still, she went during the busy times just to see him and sometimes buy a drink from him. She felt like she had to make up from the first time she met him even after the weeks had passed.
She stood up. It was slow but steady. She was going to walk to the bed no matter what, as she had to start moving so she could work again. When he threw her the shirt, she smirked. She took off her bra and set it down on the couch. She put the shirt on after she gave Vican a peek. It was dirty, after all. "I think it's perfect," she said. He was a lot taller than her, so the shirt was bigger on her. He was also muscular, which she appreciated, and she was tiny. The shirt was almost like a dress on her, but she didn't mind.
Lily walked behind Vican. It was hurting like hell, but she was a trooper. She wrapped her hands around his chest and put her head next to his, turning towards him. "I mean, it is four in the morning," she said almost in a whisper-like voice. "I think now would be as good of a time as ever." She kissed him on the cheek and unwrapped her arms. She walked towards the bedroom, knowing which one it was. She was absolutely exhausted and knew that she wouldn't have any trouble sleeping.
She laid down on the bed, her head hitting the pillow. She was done moving for the next couple hours, really welcoming sleep like nothing else. Lily pulled the covers up over her, almost falling asleep with the light off. "Goodnight Mr. Sexy Bartender," she said smiling. As soon as she closed her eyes, she was out asleep.
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