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Post by scarlett on Jan 10, 2012 15:38:43 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
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Her eyes glanced at the clock next to her bed and she sighed. It was early, too early in her opinion, and Scarlett almost felt herself roll over and go back to bed. But in the back of her mind, she knew she couldn't. Today would be the day. She had worked hard for this, almost four months, and now it was opening day. Scarlett Petal's was now open for business. A small room, nothing too fancy, but it was perfect for her. The brunette had spent her savings on the building and now everything was coming together. Scarlett itched to call her father, to tell him and for him to be proud of her, but she stopped herself. No, not yet. There would be time for that later in the day. Right now, she needed to get changed and get her butt out of her house.
Quickly, she took a shower and did her make-up before picking out a simple outfit. The jeans felt nice against her skin and the blouse fluttered, making her feel oddly pretty. For all she knew, she would be forced to create a masterpiece in front of someone today and the last thing she wanted was to wear her nicest clothing. Being a florist meant getting dirty in, well, dirt. But the butterflies in her stomach bloomed and she gave herself a nervous smile in the mirror. Everything would be alright. Everything would work out.
This was what she had wanted. Ever since she walked by the small shop on her way home from her old job, Scarlett knew that becoming a florist was what she wanted. She loved designing and she loved talking to people and being around people. And honestly, she didn't know what else to do with her life. There were so many unanswered questions about what she wanted to do. Sure, she knew that if she didn't like being a florist, she could change her job and shut down the store before revamping it. She was only twenty-two and could do anything she wanted with the rest of her life. Hell, if she woke up the next morning and decided to become a clown, she would.
Smiling brightly, she made her way down the street after parking her car, her eyes taking in the surroundings. The sun was beating down on her bare skin and Scarlett knew today would be a great day. Honestly, there was nothing that could possibly go wrong...until it went wrong. Her big brown eyes took in the surroundings of what used to be the decorated shop. The glass was shattered throughout the inside of the store, flower pots broken throughout the room and petals moving in the slight breeze. It looked like the door had been pushed opened and it looked as though whoever the group was had decided that destroying the little place was easier than just leaving when there was no money.
Money. It dawned on her that she was officially broke in a different state then the majority of her family. Tears gathered in her eyes as she took a small step towards the building. Glass crackled underneath her foot and she felt the tears threatening to escape. No, no crying. Everything could be fixed. But she stopped in front of the building, her hand over her mouth. Why? That was all that was running through her mind. The shop hadn't even been used before and here it was, destroyed. Scarlett's shaky hand made its way to her cell phone but her palm fell against her leg. What could the police do? Survey the damage? There was no proof as to who committed the crime and it would just be a waste of time.
Insurance would probably cover some of the damages, but not all. Scarlett bit her bottom lip as she came closer to the door. She turned, her eyes glancing around her, wishing someone would offer to help her. No one would, though. It didn't seem like anyone was around anyways. She glanced at the building and sighed.
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Post by lennox on Jan 18, 2012 15:18:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; background: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/2lkxpur.png); padding: 10px;,true][cs=2] our big gun's gonna shatter your scene | [atrb=width,100]LENNOX TAGS SCARLETT. LENNOX IS WEARING THIS. HIS STORY IS 859 WORDS LONG. THIS POST IS COMPLETE. | [atrb=width,300] THERE WERE MANY THINGS CONNOR DID LENNOX DISAGREED WITH. THIS WAS ONE OF THEM. LEANING AGAINST A BUILDING DOWN THE STREET, STANDING RELATIVELY HIDDEN IN THE SHADOWS, LENNOX SHOOK HIS HEAD AND PULLED OPEN HIS SUIT JACKET TO PULL OUT HIS CELLPHONE. THE MESSAGE WAS SIMPLE AND CLEAR: CLEAN IT UP. ROLLING HIS EYES AND GROWLING UNDER HIS BREATH, LENNOX SLID THE PHONE BACK INTO THE INSIDE JACKET POCKET AND WITHDREW HIS PACK OF SPEARMINT GUM. OPENING THE PACKAGE, THE FOLDED THE GUM IN HALF BEFORE BITING DOWN ON IT AND STEPPING FROM THE SHADOWS AND ONTO THE SIDEWALK. THE CROWD WAS BEGINNING TO GET THICKER AS PEOPLE STOPPED TO EXAMINE THE 'ACCIDENT', AND IT SICKENED LENNOX. HE HATED GAWKERS. SO DID HIS BROTHER, AND CONSIDERING CONNOR HAD BEEN THE ONE TO DO THIS, OF COURSE HE WOULDN'T BE HERE. LENNOX WAS THE ONLY ONE OF THEIR FAMILY CONNOR TRUSTED TO SHOW HIS FACE TO THE PUBLIC, AND THEY BOTH KNEW IT. LENNOX WAS ALREADY RELATIVELY RECOGNIZABLE IN SOME CIRCLES DUE TO THE FACT HE HAD BEEN A HIT ON BROADWAY LONG BEFORE COMING TO SAPPHIRE BAY. THERE WERE BOUND TO BE FANS AROUND. SO, SINCE HE COULDN'T HIDE HIS IDENTITY COMPLETELY, HE WAS THE FACE OF CONNOR'S 'CLEAN-UP CREW', AS HIS BROTHER LIKED TO CALL IT. IN OTHER WORDS, HE SAID THE PRETTY WORDS AND COMFORTED THE VICTIMS AND BECAME THE HERO THE PUBLIC NEEDED TO SEE AFTER A TRAGEDY. IT WAS A WEIRD PLAN, BUT IT WORKED. IT GOT THE PUBLIC'S ATTENTION OFF OF THE CRIME, LEAVING THE LAW ENFORCEMENT ALONE TO WORRY ABOUT FINDING THE CULPRITS, WHILE THE GENERAL PUBLIC WAS ENAMORED WITH THE 'HERO' WHO HAD SWOOPED IN TO SAVE THE DAY. LENNOX SIMPLY VIEWED IT AS ANOTHER ACTING JOB: A WAY TO RELEASE HIMSELF FROM HIS BROTHER'S IRRITATING HOLD.
BECAUSE OF THIS IMAGE HE PORTRAYED, IT WAS ALSO HIS DUTY TO REPORT ON THE AFTER-EFFECTS OF ONE OF THE SELWYNS' CRIMES. HOW DID THE CROWD REACT? HOW SOON DID THE POLICE SHOW UP? WHAT CLUES DO THEY HAVE? ETCETERA ETCETERA. MAKING HIS WAY ACROSS THE STREET TO WHERE THE WRECKAGE LITTERED THE SIDEWALK, PART OF THE ROAD, AND HAD TAKEN PARTS OF THE ADJOINING STOREFRONTS WITH IT, LENNOX FROWNED AT THE DAMAGE. THIS TIME THE TARGET HAD BEEN A NEWLY RENOVATED FLOWER SHOP, NOT EVEN OPENED. CONNOR WANTED TO SEND A MESSAGE TO THE COPS AND THE 'RAT' WHO HAD RECENTLY GOTTEN THE COPS ON HIS TAIL IN THE FIRST PLACE. THE MESSAGE WAS SIMPLE: YOU MESS WITH THE SELWYNS, YOU PUT INNOCENTS IN DANGER. OF COURSE, THE COPS STILL DIDN'T KNOW CONNOR'S NAME, OR ANY OF THEIR NAMES, AND THE FOOLISH YOUNG MAN WHO HAD WALKED INTO THE POLICE STATION SCREAMING ABOUT A RAPE WAS HOPELESS IF HE THOUGHT HE WOULD EVER FIND A LEAD TO TAKE HIM TO CONNOR SELWYN. THAT WAS THE BEAUTY OF CONNOR'S LITTLE SET-UP. HE HAD LEARNED HIS CRAFTINESS FROM THE BEST: UNCLE KIPPER. WHILE THEIR FATHER, KYSON, HAD BEEN THE BRAINS, KIPPER WAS THE ONE WHO KNEW HOW TO GET OUT OF A STICKY SITUATION WHEN THE NEED AROSE. HE HAD NO QUALMS AND WOULD DO ANYTHING TO ANYONE TO SAVE HIMSELF: A TRAIT HIS OLDER BROTHER HAD TOO MUCH HONOR TO HAVE. KIPPER KEPT THE FAMILY SAFE AND OUT OF THE PUBLIC EYE, THAT WAS BACK WHEN HE STILL HAD ALL OF HIS MIND. HE'D GONE A-PLUS CERTIFIED IN THE CRAZY DEPARTMENT WHEN CONNOR'S AND LENNOX'S FATHER DIED IN THE EARTHQUAKE. KYSON HAD BEEN HIS IDOL AND HIS OLDER BROTHER, AND KIPPER HADN'T BEEN ABLE TO LIVE WITHOUT THAT GUIDING FORCE. NOW HE LIVED BACK IN IRELAND IN AN ASYLUM WITH LENNOX'S MOTHER WATCHING OVER HIM.
LENNOX REACHED THE OUTER EDGE OF THE CROWD AND WOUND THROUGH THEM UNTIL HE REACHED THE LINE THE POLICE WERE SETTING UP. LOOKING PAST THEM, THAT WAS WHEN HE SAW HER, AND HIS HEART DROPPED IN HIS CHEST. UNLIKE HIS OLDER BROTHER, LENNOX WAS NOT A HEARTLESS MACHINE WHO MADE INNOCENT PEOPLE SUFFER WITHOUT GIVING A DAMN. LENNOX CARED ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE, AND AS HE SAW THE SHOCK ON THE YOUNG WOMAN'S FACE, HE SUCKED IN A BREATH. PERHAPS IF THE TARGET HAD BEEN A MAN, LENNOX WOULD HAVE FELT DIFFERENTLY, HE DIDN'T KNOW, BUT HE KNEW IN THAT MOMENT WHY HIS BROTHER HAD CHOSEN THIS PARTICULAR LOCATION. TARGETING A WOMAN WAS EVEN LOWER AND MADE AN EVEN GREATER IMPACT. MOST CRIMINALS LET WOMEN AND CHILDREN ESCAPE, BUT NOT CONNOR SELWYN. HE TRULY WAS A HEARTLESS BASTARD.
SLIPPING THROUGH THE BARRIER AS THE POLICE WORKED TO PUSH BACK THE REPORTERS WHO WERE SHOWING UP, LENNOX MOVED SWIFTLY THROUGH THE RUBBLE UNTIL THE REACHED THE YOUNG WOMAN. HIS HAND GENTLY TOUCHED HER ARM AND HE WATCHED HER AS SHE TURNED HER BRIGHT EYES ON HIM, NOT REGISTERING EVERYONE AROUND HER. "EXCUSE ME, LASS," LENNOX APOLOGIZED SOFTLY. "THIS WAS YOUR SHOP? I'M..." HE SWALLOWED AS HE LOOKED AT THE RUBBLE HIS BROTHER'S BALLISTICS TEAM HAD LEFT THE STORE IN AND THEN LOOKED BACK AT HER WITH SINCERE APOLOGY IN HIS EYES. "I'M REALLY SORRY. IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO TO HELP?" |
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Post by scarlett on Jan 18, 2012 19:43:43 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
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A crowd was gathering, yet she had never felt so alone and defeated in her entire life. Someone, apparently who had a brain, had called the police and she hadn’t even had time to gather her thoughts. A chubby police officer old enough to be her father was soothing her but Scarlett ignored him. This had been her everything, her life, and it hadn’t even started yet. Some asshole had destroyed her livelihood, most likely for some sort of sick amusement. She mumbled something under her breath and the officer removed himself from her personal space, leaving her alone in her sulking thoughts. That was what she was doing; sulking. Tears were pooling in her eyes but she refused to cry. People always came back to the scene of the crime and she was sure that the team leader was wandering around somewhere, cherishing her anger and tears. Scarlett understood how these things worked. Leaders stood around, blending in with their fancy clothing and nice hair and pretended that everything was alright. He, or she, was probably significantly older and she was sure it was one of the local mobs that just loved harassing people. Yup, sounded like assholes.
Camera flashes were blinding her and she took a step, glass cracking beneath her shoes. She stopped in her tracks as a couple of more officers passed by, taking pictures and scanning for finger prints. Words were tossed around, like ‘Connor’ and ‘local mob’ but she had no idea what those words meant. Being the new girl in town made everything harder to understand and she just wanted to fit in. All of her money was useless now. She barely had enough to get through the next month of rent, let alone open a new shop. Her week would probably end with her getting a job at Starbucks and a fancy restaurant, kissing the ground the rich people walked on. Normally she wasn’t this bitter, but she couldn’t help herself. Scarlett knew that anyone would be bitter if this happened to them. She just happened to keep her bitterness to herself and remained withdrawn from the activities going on around her. No one was willing to talk to her, ask how she dealing with the reality of disappointment. Biting her bottom lip, Scarlett suddenly found she wishing for her little brother to appear out of the crowd. But he was busy with school and would have no idea of the pain she was dealing with right now.
Scarlett jumped at the small amount of pressure on her arm and her tongue was ready to yell at whatever reporter dared to interrupt her mourning process when a silky smooth voice came out instead. It was defiantly not the sound of a smoker or some fat person that spent their whole day eating food. No, and as her brown eyes found a matching set of brown eyes, a small sad smile teased her lips. ”Scarlett Petals…I was having opening day today, but that’ll be pushed back until I can afford fixing it up.” she mentioned with a small shrug. A watery chuckle escaped her lips. ”If you can turn in the asshole that did this or have a couple hundred thousand dollars to help me out, then no. Thank you though.” a quiet pause echoed between the two ”You’re actually the first person to ask if there’s anything to do to help me…” Scarlett’s voice trailed off as a pink color appeared on her cheeks. Flirting? At a moment like this? No. Maybe. Yes.
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Post by lennox on Jan 25, 2012 20:54:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; background: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/2lkxpur.png); padding: 10px;,true][cs=2]our big gun's gonna shatter your scene | [atrb=width,100]LENNOX TAGS SCARLETT. LENNOX IS WEARING THIS. HIS STORY IS SHORT WORDS LONG. THIS POST IS COMPLETE. | [atrb=width,300] AS THE GIRL TURNED AND FACED HIM, ALL OF THE USUAL GUILT HE FELT WAS SUDDENLY MAGNIFIED BY ONE HUNDRED. HE ALWAYS HATED THIS PART OF THE RECONCILIATION PROCESS - THAT MOMENT WHEN HE SAW THE VICTIM'S EYES - BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING STRIKING ABOUT THIS GIRL WITH HER BRIGHT BLOND HAIR AND BRIGHT EYES. OBVIOUSLY, HE WAS ATTRACTED TO HER, BUT ATTRACTION HAD NEVER INTERFERED WITH HIS 'JOB' BEFORE. HOWEVER, AS HIS BROTHER WAS CONSTANTLY REMINDING HIM, HE WAS MORE SOFT-HEARTED THAN THE REST OF THEM. CONNOR WAS THE MOST COLD-HEARTED BASTARD HE KNEW, AND ASHER WAS ALMOST A MIRROR IMAGE OF THEIR OLDER BROTHER. EVEN KAHLAN WAS MORE CUTTHROAT THAN HIM IN MANY WAYS, AND THEN THERE WAS JETT AND HIS SISTER ELI. HE COULDN'T EVEN START ON THOSE TWO. THEY WERE AS INSANE AS CONNOR.
AS SHE TOLD HIM THE NAME OF THE SHOP, HE NODDED UNDERSTANDINGLY. HE ALREADY KNEW WHAT WAS REQUIRED TO KNOW ABOUT HER - THE NAME OF THE SHOP, HER NAME, HER AGE, SOME OF HER BACKGROUND - SO HE COULD DO HIS JOB, BUT HE LET HER TALK ANYWAY. SHE WASN'T JUST A TARGET FOR HIM: HE HONESTLY WANTED TO HELP THE PEOPLE HE WAS SENT IN TO CALM. IT MAY BE HI S JOB, BUT IT WASN'T JUST A TASK FOR HIM. HE ALLOWED A CHUCKLE TO ESCAPE HIS LIPS AS SHE TOLD HIM HE COULD TURN IN THE PERSON WHO BLEW UP HER SHOP. NO, THAT WAS THE LAST THING HE COULD DO, BUT IT WAS AMUSING ALL THE SAME. IF ONLY HE COULD DO AS SHE ASKED. "THE MONEY THING I COULD HELP YOU WITH, BUT THE OTHER..." HE SHRUGGED AND OFFERED HER A SMALL SMILE, "I DON'T THINK I CAN BE MUCH HELP ON THAT ONE." WHEN SHE TOLD HIM HE WAS THE FIRST PERSON TO OFFER TO HELP HER, HE SMILED A STRAINED SMILE AND NODDED SLIGHTLY.
"WOULD YOU LIKE TO GET OUT OF HER FOR A LITTLE WHILE?" HE ASKED, SMILING GENTILELY. "I KNOW YOU MAY HAVE TO COME BACK AND ANSWER SOME QUESTIONS OR SOMETHING, BUT IT MIGHT BE A NICE BREAK TO GET AWAY FOR A MINUTE." HE HOPED HE DIDN'T SOUND LIKE A CREEP, BUT HE DOUBTED SHE WOULD EVEN NOTICE AS SHE REMAINED IN HER STUPOR. |
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