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Post by Adam Maxwell Hale. on Nov 4, 2011 21:25:20 GMT -5
SO I'LL FIND WHAT LIES BENEATH YOUR SICK TWISTED SMILE. [/size] It was a little past 4:30 PM, Adam Hale sitting in his dimly lit apartment alone. It wasn't an abnormal sight with this boy, the young blond never having company or anyone to entertain but himself. The sound of heavy rain filled the atmosphere, the two large glass doors that led to a small balcony from his living room granted a peek outside, dark clouds littering the sky bringing not only heavy rains but thunder and lightening as well. Adam sighed a bit, personally not liking this kind of weather. It made him sleepy and lazy, and with his problems sleeping it was only a tease that he would wake up about an hour into sleep. So he sat on his sofa, Mary Shelley's Frankenstein in his hands as he lay comfortably on his sofa, one leg completely outstretched while the other was upright, the book resting against his thigh. He was already about half way through the book even though he had just gotten it yesterday. Adam Hale had a lot of extra time on his hands.
With each page turn Adam checked the time on the Galaxy phone that rested on the table beside him. A familiar awkward Russian should be coming to his apartment in about a half hour to trade back the phone she so viciously stole from him yesterday after he carried her home. The thought brought a small smile to his pale face, eyes floating back from the phone to the story. He had to say, he was really enjoying it. It was one of the better books he has read in a while, the last few books he had picked up not exactly keeping his attention much. A loud bang of thunder causing Adam's eyes to dart over to the window, he sat up, eyes floating around his apartment. It really wasn't in any shape for company, but he didn't really think it mattered. Poppy wasn't going to be staying long anyways, it staying at all. It was obvious to anyone who entered his apartment that he didn't have people over much, various books all over his living room accompanied by several different star charts and miscellaneous astronomy tools. He even had a stand made of books next to his sofa, which his phone was placed on. It was also painfully obvious that Adam didn't have a lot of money, his lack of several furnishings (like a side table, for instance) making his apartment look rather .. empty. None the less it was neat and tidy for the most part, aside from the table in front of the sofa. Stacks or star charts where held down by stacks of books relating to astronomy and myth, and a black phone with a pichu keychain resided right in the middle.
Realizing that his lazy day was about to come to a halt, Adam knew it was time to change out of his sleepy pants and into something a bit more presentable, but still comfortable. Adam hadn't gone anywhere today which was why he still was completely dressed (though some extent of getting dressed had to happen, considering how he sleeps with no clothes on at all). He left on his black v-neck, but changed from the plaid sleepy pants into a pair of blue sweatpants that were suitable to go out in, but he was still comfortable. Black socks covering his feet the boy was content. Making his way back out into the living room, Adam put on a tea kettle to make himself a cup of tea. It was kind of chilly out, and though it was warm in his apartment he still felt the need to warm his bones a little more. He leaned up against the counter once he got the stove lit and waiting for it to signal it was ready to be poured. He gathered himself a mug from the cabinet and placed it down on the counter, proceeding to get sugar and a tea from the opposite cabinet. He assembled all the ingredients accordingly in his cup before checking the time again. Any minute now. The kettle starting to get hot, Adam could feel the heat coming off the stove as he waited for her text and arrival.
Maybe he should get a mug set up for her too.
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Post by Poppy Olivia Sokov. on Nov 4, 2011 22:30:17 GMT -5
raindrops on roses my ass, that's just bad luck!
4:52 pm.
Poppy sighed and rested her chin on her palm, green eyes absently watching the iPhone on the slaes counter of Boarders. It hadn't made noise all day, but Poppy had found herself fascinated with the time today. After 5 rolled around, this phone would be out of her hands. She managed to steal it from Adam yesterday, attempting to find a way to keep in contact with him. Hey, it was smart-- but she hoped it wouldn't make him mad, which it did. So now here here was, standing at work and hoping that another minute wouldn't pass. She was frightened to face Adam for fear that he would yell at her or something. On the other hand she was happy that she could see his face again. There was a part of her that missed those mysteriously colored eyes...
CRASH!
"Oh god!" Poppy gasped, flinching away from the sound and wrapping her arms around her tiny waist desperately. She HATED loud noises, especially thunder that just boomed out of nowhere like that. Her lips began to form a pout as she looked over to the glass doors of Borders' enterance and sure enough-- it was like a flood outside. Yeah, that would happen. Of course, the one time Poppy gets to interact with a boy and was actually having a decent hair day it had to rain like all hell was breaking loose! She had to walk to Adam's apartment, by the time she got there she would be soaked. How was it that the day could start out so bright and shinny and suddenly die like that? She certianly wasn't looking forward to walking in that nightmare...
But she had to-- it was a little past 5 and she was off now. With a heavy sigh, the little Russian grabbed the phone unlocked it with the new password "Poppy is the best". She couldn't help but grin at the very feminine Sailor Moon wallpaper she had set as his background and the sound of windchimes that played the moment the phone was unlocked. Oh... Adam would LOVE her for this. Tapping the contacts icon, she searched for her name and started a new message: Be there soon. was all she typed and sent it off-- she wasn't about to complain about the rain, it wasn't in her character anyway. With the message sent Poppy clocked out of the register and exited the store in the black skinny jeans and v-neck long sleeved top she had worn to work.
Stepping out into the rain was like that moment where you step into the shower and the water is WAY too cold. Poppy shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, ignoring the cold as best as she could and starting her journey to Pine Forst Apartments. Adam's phone was snuggled tightly in her hand as she walked, knee-high boots splashing loudly in the puddles of water. More thunder crashing in the sky, Poppy wondered if she would even make it to the apartments in once piece. God, she could only imagine what Adam would be seeing when she got to his place....
She moved onto the street, crossing to the opposite sidewalk near Pine Frost. As she reached the middle of the furthest lane, a car honked-- driving full speed towards Poppy. She gasped and moved out of the way, feet touching the sidewalk. However she couldn't be happy about it. Right after, the car wooshed past, spraying Poppy's back with a tidal wave of rain water. Poppy let out a gasp and stood frozen in place, her back completely soaked, "Seriously right no--" she turned around just as another car zoomed back, showering her front as well. Poppy closed her eyes and whipped away water from her face, "Mother--" another car and more water, Poppy was drenched from head to toe-- even her curly brown hair was hanging heavy past her waist in smaller tangled waves. "UGH!"
Over it, Poppy turned her back to the street and began to run fullspeed toward Pine Frost. All she could think was that she wanted to get out of the rain, and the faster she found Adam's apartment the better. It didn't even matter that she looked like a drownded rat-- she just needed to get out of the rain before she died or something. Her luck was already bad enough today. Up some stairs and eyes wandering over apartment numbers, Poppy's eyes stopped on number 13-- Adam's place. A long and relieved sigh, she ran to the door and knocked desperately. When Adam opened the door, he would see nothing but a panting Poppy, bent over with a hand on her knee and attempting to breathe. Her hair hunging over her shoulders like a wet curtian of waves.
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Post by Adam Maxwell Hale. on Nov 4, 2011 23:03:59 GMT -5
YOU'RE ALL I SEE, SINK INTO ME [/size] Adam was once told that a watched pot never boiled, but he stood near the kettle staring at it like a hawk. All he wanted was a warm cup of tea while he waited, Adam hoping that Poppy was almost here. He didn't want this to last any longer then it had to, considering he really didn't have any intentions of seeing her again anyways. But as fate would have it - or poppy's sticky fingers, rather - he wasn't that lucky. In retrospect she really wasn't that bad, it was just better this way. Safer. Sighing, Adam blinked as he heard Poppy's phone go off with the nice changes he had made to her phone. Lets be honest, since Adam was stuck with that thing for more then 24 hours he had to make it at lest to his liking. He changed several things about it. For one, when she got a text message the chocobo sound was made. Which was actually pretty cute in his opinion, she might keep it. He also changed the background to something rather creepy, just for her. It was a necromorph from the video game dead space, and if Adam may say so they were the creepiest things ever created. Lastly he changed the ringtone. Knowing how awkward Poppy is, he felt the only appropriate ringtone was 'Jizz in my pants' from Lonely Island. Feet leading him over to the table where her phone was Adam grinned at his handiwork, knowing that she must have done something equally as awful to his phone. He unlocked it with ease and read the message, glad to see that she was going to be here soon. Adam really didn't want to wait much longer. He could only imagine what catastrophe was brought to his poor, innocent iPhone at the hands of that harpy. A flash of lightening entering his apartment Adam looked to the window, hearing the rain pick up a bit. "Damn," he murmured to himself, hoping that Poppy brought an umbrella, or at lest had a ride here. Placing her phone back down onto of the star charts that rested on the table he headed back over to the kitchen area, still waiting for that stupid kettle to go off. He leaned up against the counter for a few more minutes before grinning to himself in satisfaction, hearing a rather loud obnoxious noise come from the nose of the kettle, Adam turning off the burner and pouring himself a cup. He mixed it up carefully, as if brewing a potion, adding some cream and making sure it was perfect to his liking. Happy with his handiwork, he was just getting ready to take a sip when he heard a rather frantic knock coming from his door. Curious and slightly worried, Adam approached the door and opened it swiftly only to see a completely soaked Poppy slouched over in front of him. "What the hell! Did you swim here?!" he demanded, looking at her in disbelief. So much for her having an umbrella - oh Adam, you expect too much of this girl. Realizing he couldn't just leave her out in the hallway to freeze he opened the door wider and moved out the way. "Get your pathetic ass in here," he told her with a small scowl, more worried that she would catch some kind of illness then the water she was getting all over his nice carpet. She was so tiny, god knows she would catch ammonia more easily then others. When she got inside Adam shut the door behind her and started to walk off into his bedroom. He stopped and looked back to Poppy for a moment. "Go into the kitchen, I just made a cup of tea. Drink it so you don't freeze to death," he ordered, disappearing into his bedroom. Rummaging through his clothes drawer, Adam struggled to find some clothes that would fit someone so tiny. Sadly, he didn't really have anything - whatever he gave her would make her look like she was swimming. So he grabbed his Pink Floyd's Dark side of the moon shirt, a pair of sweatpants with a string so that she could tie them and a pair of socks before reappearing in the living room. He approached her in the kitchen, holding out the ball of clothes to her. "Bathroom is around the corner. There's a towel for you to dry off, change into these," he said, slightly agitated. His expression, however looked a little more worried the annoyed. After she trotted off Adam shook his head in disbelief, getting himself another mug from the cabinet and proceeded to make himself another cup, considering there was still enough hot water. "And hang your wet clothes up on the shower rod, I don't want them on the floor!" he hollered from the kitchen so she would hear. New cup of tea successfully made, Adam leaned up against the counter and waited for her to be finished. "Never a dull moment" he murmured to himself, taking a sip of the warm liquid. ____________________ - - status; xD! - - tags; nimsy with poppy c: - - lyrics; sink into me - taking back sunday
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Post by Poppy Olivia Sokov. on Nov 5, 2011 11:24:02 GMT -5
raindrops on roses my ass, that's just bad luck!
"What the hell! Did you swim here?!"
Adam stood at the door, staring at her in disbelief of her apperance. Her eyes met his for a brief moment and she flashed him a shy smile as if she was okay despite her violent shivering. Opening her mouth slightly, she tried to get a responce out but her lips were trembling so much and Adam inturrupted her, "Get your pathetic ass in here," he said and opened the door for her. Poppy inched inside, feeling the warmth of his apartment on her wet clothes-- it didn't feel quite plesant right now. She moved over to the kitchen before Adam even told her, nervous that she was getting his floor too wet and not going to deal with Adam yelling at her for it-- she was freezing.
With information given about tea in the kitchen, Adam disappeared into another room. The Russian's yes scanned th kitchen and noticed a hot cup on the counter. She reached for it and the warmth of the cup started to thaw her white fingers, making her skin turn a subtle red color. Poppy sighed in relief and continued to tremble as she moved the cup to her lips, taking a few much needed sips and letting her eyes wander around his apartment. She couldn't really draw on any information about Adam just yet, so she set the cup down and moved closer to the livingroom-- only to have a tall blonde boy blocking her path. Her eyes traveled up from his chest to his eyes in wonder and accepted the bundle that was in his hands. She looked down and noticed the Pink Floyd shirt first-- nice...
He flashed her an agitated look when she looked back up to him and gave her a new set of commands-- that the bathroom was around the corner, to go change, and not to put her wet clothes on the floor when she was retreating to the bathroom. Poppy closed the door behind her and sighed, taking a look around the small room. It was plain like the rest of his home but Poppy had a weird sense of realism from it. It wasn't overly decorated like the Collins house, expensive and a showcase at parties. Here it was obvious that Adam didn't have such parties... there was just enough essencials to entertain himself and live in comfort. Something Poppy could remember used to be part of her life before her 8th birthday.
Don't remember that... keep moving forward. Poppy shook her head and stood infront of the mirror, eying her drenched apperance in disgust. No wonder Adam looked so irritated-- she DID look like she just got out of a pool. With a sigh, Poppy pealed her longsleeve shirt over her head-- trying not to notice the figure of a dangerously pale white girl in a black Karomi bra. Usually when Poppy undressed she avoided looking at her naked figure. All she saw there was a girl with no curves, something not pleasing to the eye. What she DID notice was the three pale scars on her hip. Poppy still didn't know where they came from to this day. They were just a memory from the past she was attempting to erase from her mind. Next she stripped off her bottoms, placing the wet jeans, socks, and her shirt on the shower rod (with a couple of jumps since she couldn't exactly reach the rod) just as Adam had demanded.
It had taken her only about 2 minutes to find her way through Adam's clothes, being way to small to do the clothing justice. The Pink Floyd shirt was so big (compared to her XXXS size) that the neckline wasn't completely around her neck-- in fact it was resting on the curve of her shoulder on one side, revealing the pink strap of her bra. The sweatpants were what took Poppy so long, attempting to tie the string further than it was allowed to go. Eventually Poppy gave up and let the sweats hang what what bone she DID have just under her hips. Thankfully Adam's shirt was long enough or he would easily see her matching underwear. As satisfied as she could get with her apperance, Poppy didn't bother running fingers through her hair. It was just going to retangle when it dried so she simply ruffled the ends so it would be less curly when it dried. With all that done, she left the bathroom and hoped into the livingroom, putting on socks at the same time. Bad idea....
Poppy hit the floor within a second. She bit her lip and quickly got back onto her feet, making a motion to dust herself off and look over to Adam embrassed. To be honest she was waiting for him to scold her. He seemed to have a natural talent for scolding the Russian everytime they spoke to each other.
"Umm," Poppy stammered, "I like your home." her cheeks were flushed a bright red behind the nearly black looking curtian of wet hair.
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Post by Adam Maxwell Hale. on Nov 5, 2011 12:13:17 GMT -5
I CHOSE EVERY WORD THAT I KNEW WOULD HURT, IT WAS A POOR CHOICE AT BEST [/size] As Adam stood in the kitchen sipping his tea casually, he couldn't help but keep his mind on the small russian girl that was changing into his clothes in his bathroom. He felt like he had a girlfriend at the moment, the thought of such interactions making him want to run and hide under his bed. He knew if say, Amelia, was to walk in right now that was exactly the thought that would cross her mind, she demanding information about the girl that Adam was sheltering from the rain. He, of course, was debating about whether or not to make her leave as soon as he retrieved his phone form her. It seemed like the logical thing to do, Adam surveying the rain through the window over the top of his blue mug. That would be cruel and unusual punishment, asshole Adam thought to himself, hearing the loud thunder and heavy rain plaguing the world outside. The girl was literally shivering when she got here, are you really going to make her walk home in this mess? he questioned himself in thought, sighing regrettably when he realized he couldn't ask that of her. Looks like he was going to have company for the first time ... ever.
Eyes averted to the corner that Poppy was to emerge from, hearing a few thumps coming from the bathroom. They weren't that loud, but Adam had good hearing to say the least. His first reaction was that she fell, but after hearing a steady rhythm of small noises he assumed it was her hanging up her clothes. He grinned at the thought, realizing his shower curtain was probably a few inches taller then she was. His mug placed back to his lips, Adam looked back to the window as he waited patiently, his mind still thinking about the new relationship he was unintentionally building. Things were never meant to get this far, they shouldn't of even gotten as far as they did yesterday when he met Poppy for the first time. Thinking back to it now, Adam was kicking himself for sitting with her on the bench. He made a mental note not to let the desire of human interaction get the better of him like that again, for he is not human. He is a danger to them above all else, he pushing them away was for the best. But for whatever reason Poppy broke through - maybe it was his compulsive desire to protect those he felt needed it, but one thing was for certain : Poppy Sokov was now a part of Adam's life, no matter how much he wanted to deny it. He sighed at the realization, finally hearing the door to his bathroom open.
He watched curiously as Poppy rounded the corner, noting that his clothes were far too big for her, just as he expected. "God, I'm not that huge, am I?" he remarked, noting how much bigger his clothes were then her. He scanned her appearance, it obvious his pants were basically falling off her but his shirt covered it well. The neckline over her shoulder, Adam noticed the strap to her pink bra immediately, he shifting a bit uncomfortably as he did so. It's not like he hasn't seen a girl in a bra before (or not in one), but with Poppy he felt like it was taboo. He flushed a bit, turning around and grabbing her cup of tea before responding to her comment. "You don't have to lie, it is clearly in no shape for company," he told her, approaching with the mug and handing it to her. His eyes scanned around once more, the star charts, abundance of books and lack of proper furniture just made it more obvious. He gestured for Poppy to follow him to the sofa where he sat down near the arm rest, placing his mug on the table in front of him on the corner of the star chart (to be sure not to leave rings on it).
"Feeling .. warmer?" he asked, noting that she still might be a bit chilly. He grabbed the blanket that was on the back of the sofa (for those nights that Adam actually falls asleep on the sofa) and tossed it her way so she could get herself nice and warm. He cleared his throat, watching her take a seat. "I was just going to throw you out of here after I got my phone back -" he eyed her for a moment - "But out of the kindness of my heart you can stay until the rain stops. The Last thing I need is a frail potentially getting ill Russian on my mind," he remarked, his attitude toward her not as cold and annoyed as it was the past day they met. Adam accepted that no matter what he does Poppy was going to be around, but his hostile nature was a habit that was somewhat hard to break. ____________________
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Post by Poppy Olivia Sokov. on Nov 5, 2011 12:32:15 GMT -5
raindrops on roses my ass, that's just bad luck!
"God, I'm not that huge, am I?"
Poppy smiled nervously, shacking her head to answer a subtle no, "I am just-- um...." she forgot what the word was so she took a moment to go over her english vocabulary, "pintsized?" she frowned then and looked down more nervous than before. She knew Adam was looking at her, he always looked at her, but the thing that bothered her was what she knew he was seeing. Poppy Sokov was not one to crave that attention. She wasn't like her sister, who went showcasing her perfect curves. Normally Poppy would be in the shadows, letting that blonde bombshell prance around. However, she was the only girl here and obviously the center of attention for the moment. She felt selfcautious-- thinking Adam probably thought of her as a child rather than a year young adult. Looking away, she attempted to pull up the side of his shirt that hung on her shoulder-- it only fell back in place.
Adam had turned away from her, allowing Poppy to finally let out the breath that she had been holding in all this time. He retrieved the two tea cups from the counter, returning to her with a comment about his apartment and how she didn't have to lie. Poppy took her cup from him and shook her head as she followed him to the couch, "I do not lie, Adem," she told him before taking another warm and satisfying sip from her cup then looking around for a place to set it without ruining anything with a ring. "I veally do like it - it's normal... not eh lie for show." she smiled then and set her cup on the opposite side of the table, having found a place where it wouldn't desturb what Poppy now realized were star charts-- fascinating. So he liked stars too?
Catching the blanket Adam had tossed to her, Poppy gave him a rather cocky look as she wrapped herself in it, "I am stronger zen you think." her timid voice told him, still strongly coated with the weird british-russian accent. Poppy took a seat close next to him so that she could get a bit more warmth from his body, though she made sure she wasn't too close to make him feel uncomfortable since he was talking about kicking her out. Which reminded her, Poppy fiddled under the blanket for a moment then her hand came out with a small square shaped object-- Adam's phone.
"Safe en sound," she giggled and placed it on his lap, "for ze most part." Yes, her little changes were probably going to make him mad, but she was starting to find that he would get over it-- because this had to do with her. Anything that had to do with her seemed to put Adam on the thin line between truely hating her and wanting to keep her around. They had a weird relationship starting, and sometimes Poppy thought that Adam didn't want it at all. Nonetheless, she was glad he DID keep her around because she enjoyed seeing him smile and knowing she was the on that put it there.
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Post by Adam Maxwell Hale. on Nov 5, 2011 13:51:26 GMT -5
TIME MEANS NOTHING, SAY THAT YOU'LL STAY [/size] Pintsized. The perfect adjective for the girl that stood in front of him. He grinned a bit, partially because of how truthful it was and partially because she was the one that said it, not him. If he was the one speaking of her size he wouldn't of used a word that was anywhere near as nice or cute. Adam was happy to find out he was starting to understand her accent a little bit better now, thought sometimes her words were still a different language to him. At lest it kept things interesting.
The mention of how simple his apartment was made him feel a little bit more at ease, not having anyones approval of how it looked. He even had a hard time with it sometimes, aggravated at the stack of books that was used as a stand when he knocked it over, or how he would occasionally spill things on this star charts. But it was home, and home is where the heart is, right? "I can only imagine what the inside of your house looks like," he commented, sipping on his read graciously. "I have a feeling there is a lot of unnecessary junk all over the place for show," he thought aloud, eyes placed on Poppy again for a moment, it obvious that her foster home was one of money. Not just by the location, but judging by the man who took her from him that day, the materialistic, self center sister and relatively nice house she lived in. His old home was a nice one too, but that was a long time ago. He has learned to live without all the fancy unnecessary things, even living without some of the more necessary things. It was still comforting to know that while comparing his shitty apartment to the ravishing house she lived in that she preferred here instead of there. At lest that is how is seemed.
Grinning at her next comment he let out a small laugh. "I don't think you're stronger then I think. I'm pretty sure the wind would be able to knock you over," he teased, watching as Poppy got herself cozy under his blanket, she moving slightly closer to him on the sofa. He flushed a bit more, not use to having anyone this close to him. Sure, yesterday he had her on his back but today was different. They were in comfy clothes - she in his clothes - she was under his blanket, freezing her arse off no doubt. A gentleman would have pulled her close to keep her warm but Adam did nothing of the sort. It wasn't his place, and god only knows how Poppy would have reacted. He did, however move slightly closer to her to help the effort, knowing that he was pretty warm. That, and body heat was the best way to keep someone warm.
Turning his attention to Poppy when she pulled out his phone Adam smiled brightly, happy to see his iPhone was safe and sounds, just as she had mentioned. Leaning forward to the table in front of them Adam grabbed her phone as well. "You're is fine too," he grinned devilishly, knowing that her phone was far from fine. He was honestly expecting a small scream from her when she spotted what he changed the background to, he looking forward to her misfortune. Taking his phone form her hand, their fingers brushing slightly as he did so - her touch so cold compared to his - He stared at his phone happily. Prepared to make sure everything was in place, Adam went to unlock his phone when his password didn't work. thinking he might have typed it wrong he put in it again. Still nothing. He immediately shot Poppy a 'I'm going to kill you' look, disapproving completely. He was almost scared to see what blasphemy was bestowed upon his phone by this girl, but he had to ask.
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Post by Poppy Olivia Sokov. on Nov 5, 2011 14:31:29 GMT -5
raindrops on roses my ass, that's just bad luck!
"I don't think you're stronger then I think. I'm pretty sure the wind would be able to knock you over,"
He was laughing softly and Poppy could feel her chest tighten in happiness. He was probably right, a good gust of wind would knock Poppy right off her feet and clear onto the ground-- not that she couldn't do that herself by tripping like she normally did. However the fact that Adam was amused by the thought made the tension in the air go away. Now the mood was simular to when they talked on the bench across from Borders-- normal with a tiny taste of awkward.
Adam moved closer to Poppy, the warmth of his body a bit more noticable now, and took his phone from her as he explained that her Galaxy was fine too. Poppy smiled to him, anxiously waiting his reaction when he found out that his password would no longer work. So when he handed her her Galaxy, Poppy's eyes stayed glued to Adam as the screen of his iPhone showed him that it needed a password to open.
This was what she had been waiting for, and the look on his face was just the icing on her cake right now. She watched as Adam attempted to put in his old password, his eyes narrowing in both confusion and slight irritation. The realization that Poppy changed his password slowly spread on his face and when he turned to her, Poppy struggled not to die of laughter. His expression was PRICELESS! She loved it, he just looked so lost and angry at the same time. Poppy looked away, holding her breath so that she could fight back the laughter and answer his irritated question. It had taken her a good moment to settle down enough to give him the password. "Poppy is the best." she told him and paused so that she could let out a giggle, "Isn't she?"
It was then that Poppy started another one of her giggle episodes, turning her attention back to her phone and tracing a V on the circle pattern. She waited a moment, listening for the windchime setting Poppy had put on Adam's phone when suddenly she saw the ugliest thing EVER! Her screen came to life and Poppy's giggling turned into a scream of fright and digust at the weird monster set as her background. Oh god it was so awful to look at! What happened to the rainbow Deadmau5 drawing she had taken a picture of? Was it devoured by this ugly thing. Poppy looked at Adam with pure horror in her watery eyes, "Dead Space!? Veally!?" she gasped, sounding as if she couldn't breathe, "Vhat ze he----------- eck!!" it was the longest drawn out heck ever, but that was because Poppy was about to curse and stopped herself.
Desperate to find out what else Adam had done to her phone, Poppy went to her settings and tapped the play button on her texting ringtone. The sound that came from Poppy's phone made the little Russian's face redder than it has ever been before. The second "JIZZ IN MY PANTS" screamed out, Poppy gasped in embrassment and frantically tried to make it stop playing. Her hands were trembling, green eyes wide in even more horror than they were towards the new background. Jizz in my pants sounded again and Poppy half screamed at her phone, "Make it stop!" she cried in disbelief at her phone. The next thing she knew, the phone froze up and Poppy couldn't do anything about the terribly awkward song playing from it. After another series of frantic tapping from Poppy, she just gave up and shut her phone off an tossed it across the room as if it where the devil.
Her breath came in little pants and her eyes stared at the Galaxy that lay on the floor now. Poppy's face was literally the color of a lobster, so much in fact that her nose looked like she had just gotten out of the snow. She glanced at Adam as if he had just done the worst thing ever to her, and without another word, she grabbed one of the throw pillows on the couch and hit Adam with it without a second thought, "You DESTROIED my phone!"
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Post by Adam Maxwell Hale. on Nov 5, 2011 15:12:50 GMT -5
LETS PLAY A GAME OF RUSSIAN ROULETTE, I'LL LOAD THE GUN YOU PLACE THE BETS [/size] At first, Adam wasn't sure how he was going to react. He was pretty pissed at first, unable to access the phone that was so rudely stolen from him by Poppy. He stared at her angrily, waiting for her to give him the bloody password. Adam could only imagine what she changed it to, he slightly worried that he'd have to type in something completely ridiculous to access his phone. He personally preferred all numbers for a password, but he know Poppy wasn't going to let that happen. Heated, he watched as the Russian turned her head to suppress a giggle. Oh no, was Adam's immediate thought reaction, realizing that there was much more damage done then just a change in password. After a moment of waiting impatiently, Poppy finally gave him the answer. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN POPPY IS THE BEST?" he said in frustration, typing it into his phone, it unlocking with the key set of words. He was getting ready to respond with some comment on how poppy was the worst thing ever, but a look of shock and horror came across his face when he saw his new background.
"Sailor Moon?! REALLY?" his reactions were more him trying to process that this was actually his new background, Adam having to say it out loud in order to actually believe it. He wasn't sure if he was more upset at her for changing it or about the fact that he actually knew what the hell it was. He immediately went to check his ringtones, wondering what horror was brought upon them. His once wonderful Van Halen Ringtone had been replaced - as he expected - to the .. Pokemon theme? Alright, not as bad as he thought. Still, it was enough to make him hot and flustered as he changed it back to what it was. Going into his pictures he went to change his picture back to Commander Shepard, something that was much more appropriate for Adam. Looking back to Poppy he got prepared to scold her as she went to unlock her phone. "I want you change back into your clothes and get the FUCK out of here," he said, an annoyed tone coming over his voice as he watched her carefully, amusement about to begin.
Poppy's scream literally made him laugh out loud. It was absolutely HILARIOUS for Adam to watch the poor girl scared to death by the creepy creature that was now her background. Mission successful! Her giggling was stopped and Adam's laughter started, he trying very hard to keep himself looking like he was mad at what she did to his phone, but in retrospect he had almost forgotten about it already. He was more amused at Poppy's reactions then the state his phone was in before. to be honest he was shocked that she knew what the necromorph was from, Adam being such a big gamer that definitely gave her some browning points. Adam, hand over mouth as he suppressed his laughter was finally calm and relaxed when she went into her ringtones, hearing the rather pleasant song that Adam had picked out, just for her. Her reaction just caused Adam to burst out laughing again, her bright red face and frantic expression to her new ringtone as priceless as he expected it to be. 'Make it stop!' Adam, at this point was rolling with laughter. Still sitting on the sofa, he had placed his phone on the table as he laughed harder then he did in a while. He watched her chuck her phone across the room after she turned it off, Adam laughing so hard he wasn't even making a laughing sound, he was just smiling, looking like a fool.
Ah. Payback is a bitch.
Once he finally came down from his laugh attack, Adam looked to Poppy who was so red you would think she was sick. Sound starting to come back to his laughter as he looked at the poor girl, Adam spoke "that's what - you get!" he told her through suppressed laughs, leaning back against the sofa as the rain continued to pound the window outside. Before he knew what was happening however, he saw a small pillow come at his direction, a very upset Russian blaming him for ruining her phone. Well .. he did ruin her phone in his opinion, he just made it more bare able for him.
"That .. wasn't a good idea," he told her, a very annoyed look on his face while he stared at her - then attacked. Considering poppy was so childish he assumed she was ticklish, right? Of course she was! His hands grabbed her at the waist as he leaned over on the soda and proceeded to tickle. Laughter erupting from the small girl Adam grinned. Hey, it was one way to punish her for the pillow throwing. ____________________
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Post by Poppy Olivia Sokov. on Nov 21, 2011 16:49:23 GMT -5
raindrops on roses my ass, that's just bad luck!
Oh, he probably felt like he was ontop of the world now. While Poppy tried to figure out how to make that obnoxious song stop, Adam was rolling-- laughing up a bigger storm than Poppy usually does in her giggle fits. At one point he had laughed so hard that he didn't even make noise. There had been a brief moment of Poppy worrying about him-- oh i don't know...BREATHING?-- but she was too focused on turning her phone off. That was probably the most god awful song she had ever heard in her life. Honestly, who make it? Those crazy Americans possibly? Now THAT would make sense, they made horrible music....
Which is exactly why Poppy decided to reward Adam with a perfectly plush pillow to the face after he gasped out that this was what she deserved for what she had done to HIS phone. Hitting him with that pillow seemed like a really good idea. It wasn't violent at all-- if anything it was playful which was perfect for her.... could Poppy honesly be violent, you better bet she wouldn't. The Russian smiled in triumph, but that moment of winning ended quickly. Adam's face changed completely. He looked... irritated? Frozen with slight fear, she batted her lashes innocently with one of the most confused faces she could muster.
His eyes looked so animal now, it was weird. Poppy found herself intoxicated by them trying to figure out what about them had changed. Usually Adam had this hateful glaze in them but now was different but Poppy didn't have time to figure it out. Adam attacked, half pounching her so that she fell over on the couch. A gasp of fright escaped her lips as she looked up at him, he was over her but not exactly ontop of her. Poppy could feel that heavy feeling of no escape going through her. He had put her into a position where it would be hard for her to get away unless she could manuver correctly-- which she couldn't.
Before Poppy could devise a plan to get away, Adam's hands found her waist, moving back and forth along her sides and sending weird tingles through her. She let out a half scream and started to giggle, her own hands desperately trying to stop Adam from tickling her. "N--no!" she cried, shacking her head as if that would convince him to stop. Her body twitched away from that awkward feeling on her stomach and sides and eventually she could bearly breathe because of her gasps. She wasn't in any danger though, just laughing and screaming too much.
After a lot of squirming from Poppy, her movements along with Adam's hands tickling her had pushed her (Adam's) shirt up slightly, just brearly showing one of the deep scars on her hip. Poppy herself hadn't noticed until the warmth of Adam's skin was there. She suddenly stopped laughing, now gasping as she really tried getting him to stop before he saw. Could he feel the raised skin? She really hoped not. "Adem!" she cried, moving do that her scarred side was aganist the couch. In doing this, there wasn't much space left for her on the couch and she-- of course, rolled off, hitting her head on the coffee table in the process.
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Post by Adam Maxwell Hale. on Nov 22, 2011 22:08:41 GMT -5
IF ONLY THE LIGHTS WOULD DIM A LITTLE, I'M WEARY OF EYES UPON MY SCARS [/size] No matter the reason, the cause or the motive it is never a good idea to throw a pillow at Adam Maxwell Hale. One really shouldn't do anything that permits violence to this werewolf, he ready and able to return with appropriate actions. Taking Poppy's actions as such Adam took a leap of faith, not wanting to hurt the girl but rather punish her for her sinful ways. There are certain people that you can just tell are ticklish, and Poppy happened to be one of them. As if her childish personality wasn't evidence enough, Adam just had that funny feeling that this was going to be successful. Call it werewolf intuition, but he just knew. His body was positioned over her so that she was basically pinned, but he wasn't exactly laying on her either. Adam probably would have killed her if he was directly laying on her, which didn't really sound like a bad idea, but he didn't want to have to deal with hiding the body.
Her squeak of protest was cute, Adam reassured that his actions were going to have the exact results he expected. she started to roar with laughter, which was the response that Adam was expecting out of her. He may have been a little too rough with his tickling, she sounding like she was having an asthma attack she was laughing so hard. But he couldn't hep but laugh at her misery, finding the entire thing cute and ... fun. There is a word that Adam hasn't used in a while. Though she got annoying at times, Adam did enjoy her company, for what it was worth. He knew that his annoyance was only because of his still new found werewolf status. He would have loved her personality had it been before the attack. But sadly they didn't meet before then, which made this entire growing friendship even more confusing for Adam. As much as he tried to push her away for her own safety she was still laying on his sofa right now, in his clothes being tickled by him. It was strange how things turned out, but maybe this was fates way of telling Adam to finally forgive himself for what happened with his twin. Let it go and stop punishing yourself - everyone needed some human interaction or they would have surely gone insane.
"Look at how helpless you are," Adam teased with a laugh, his fingers feeling her cold skin beneath them as his shirt rose up slightly to reveal a rather nasty looking scar. He having so many once his fingers grazed over the raised skin he looked down, his tickling slowing down a bit as his chocolate and blue eye focused on the scar on her hip. He grew curious, wondering what it could have been from. Knowing poppy she probably walked into the side of a table or something and has a scar to prove it. Still, it didn't look like a scar that would have come from just any old accident. It seemed his slowing down of tickling was enough for Poppy to notice he was examining the scar, her strange accent catching his attention as he felt her move so that side of her was hidden by the sofa. "Yea-Watch it!" Adam started to question what the girl wanted but it before he could get out what he wanted to say she was falling off the sofa. "Jesus!" Adam scowled, he attempting to maneuver some way to keep her from falling.
He should have seen this one coming.
He being on top of her he tumbled off the sofa as well, only he acted quickly to keep her from hitting the floor. His hands were already placed around her waist, so as they fell he rolled, making it so she landed on him instead of the floor. The only problem was that when they fell Adam heard two thuds - one from his back hitting the floor and one from Poppy's head hitting his table. Poppy being on top of him Adam still kept his hands around her waist firmly as he lifted his head up from the floor to look at the small girl. "NOTHING IS SAFE WITH YOU," he scolded her, letting his grip in her waist go and moving some hair from her face. "Where'd you get hit? Do you need ice?" he asked, protective nature kicking in. Even more so because he attempted to keep her from falling and hurting herself but failed miserably. Though, he wasn't sure if he was to blame or if she was. For the moment he wasn't worried about the scar on her side - he would have plenty of time to get some information out of her today. The rain was still in full force outside, which meant she wasn't leaving anytime soon. ____________________
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Post by Poppy Olivia Sokov. on Nov 22, 2011 23:09:12 GMT -5
raindrops on roses my ass, that's just bad luck!
The fall was just one big moment of dejavu to Poppy, in fact it was almost identical to their fall yesterday. Turning in midair, somehow Poppy ended up ontop of Adam like last time. Though even with his heroics, her head still smashed into part of the coffee table. Poppy replied with a desperate cry of pain and brought her hand to the side of her forehead as she burried her face aganist Adam's chest. It hurt, bad, but it wasn't like Poppy hadn't hurt herself like this before. She just wasn't used to being in this sort of pain. At first it was numb and she couldn't feel anything. Then as the seconds passed she could feel the throbbing and the sudden burning feeling of her skin being cut open. Had she really hit the table that hard?
"NOTHING IS SAFE WITH YOU," Adam was scolding her, same old same old. His hands left her waist, moving up to brush hair from her face, though it wasn't exactly effective since Poppy had one hand to where the gash was. She lifted her head slightly so that her minty green eyes met his. He looked generally concerned, asking her one question but not giving her time to answer before he asked another. Did she need ice? No, she was alright. Poppy flashed Adam her usual lighthearted smile and sat up ontop of him. "Sorry," she whispered and removed her hand from her head.
With her hand away, it was clear to see that Poppy was alright, no blood no foul. There would probably be a bruise on her forehead but her side swept bangs easily covered that now that her hair was semi-dry,"Are you alvight, Adem?" she asked, awkwardly adjusting his shirt as if to make sure she was covering something-- her scars-- though she moved on to adjust the sweatpants as if she was just generally concerned with how she looked in front of him... which was partly true.
Hey, Linda always said to make sure you look good in front of a boy....
Poppy bit her lip as she placed a hand on her shoulder, where the strap of her bra was still showing because of the large neckline. "I veally sorry..." she whispered and reached out her hand for him. "Mayve I call Linda? She might take me home and I am out of your hair?" the smile on her lips was shy, childlike in everyway as if she felt guilty for something-- probably that earlier worry she caused him.
(REALLY CRAPPY POST, i'm so sorry about this DX )
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Post by Adam Maxwell Hale. on Nov 26, 2011 5:49:17 GMT -5
BUT WHO CAN AFFECT ME MORE THEN THE ONE I'VE ALWAYS ADORED, THE ONE I'VE BEEN SEEKING [/size] Adam was still completely and utterly flabbergasted when it came to how Poppy managed to fall no matter what the situation. Even with e safely on top of her on his somewhat large sofa she managed to fall, banging her head on his table. He felt somewhat responsible for her mishap, it he didn't violently start attacking her in a tickling manner then she wouldn't of gotten hurt to begin with. He blamed himself almost immediately, but did not mention it to the girl, rather tried his best to make sure she was ok. As he attempted to get a view of the bruise or mark or .. whatever would be resting on Poppy's head he found he failed, simply because she had it covered by her hand. He was slightly reassured by that same old smile of hers, one that he has come to like over the small amount of time that he and poppy have known each other. He sighed a bit at her apology, it reflecting his slightly irritated mood. "It's fine," he murmured, letting his head fall back to the ground.
Adam shrugged slightly at her concern, sitting up the best he could with her still sitting on him."Trust me, it takes a lot more than that to hurt me," he assured her with a small grin, watching her curiously as she adjusted herself. It didn't seem like it was in her nature to be adjusting herself to make sure she was looking appropriate. His eyes fell to her bra strap again, just like it would have with every other male that was in his position. He still felt guilty about it, simply because he barely knew the girl and he had a feeling he would break her in half had he tried to do anything with her. Not that he would .. he was attracted to Poppy, but more of her personality than anything else. But he liked how she looked, how she generally didn't obsess over her appearance like a lot of other girls. "You look fine," he assured her, his eyes wondering down to where he spotted that scar before. He hadn't forgotten it, he was just trying to find the right time to ask her about it.
He was very curious, but Adam felt shameful wanting to inquire on scars that were left from the past. He knows what it's like way too well, he hoping that Poppy never sees all the scars he has on his torso and chest. Being drawn out of thought Adam listening to Poppy's offer to leave, Adam smirking. "Do you really think your sister will come out in this weather to pick you up?" he asked, shaking his head a bit in disagreement. "You can stay, just .. don't keep hurting yourself. My apartment barely has anything in it and you still manage to get injured. I just .. can't comprehend it," he admitted, rolling his eyes a bit at her clumsy nature. "You can get off me though. I'm sure I can just pick you up and throw you on the sofa but I don't think you'll appreciate that much," he said with a sly grin, not really enjoying where she sat. It's not like she weighed a lot, he just wanted to be sitting somewhere more comfortable then the floor. ____________________
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Post by Poppy Olivia Sokov. on Nov 26, 2011 22:29:55 GMT -5
raindrops on roses my ass, that's just bad luck!
"You look fine,"
Adam's reassurance made her feel uneasy again-- probably because she knew his hands felt that raised skin on her waist? Yeah, that was part of the reason, though Poppy was finding that it made her nervous when she knew that Adam was watching her-- which he seemed to do often these days (this... day). Really, what would he find so fascinating about her? What reason was there to watch her so much? It wasn't like she was pretty like Linda... and she certianly hoped she wasn't ugly-- if that was the case he wouldn't look anyway right? Her lips twitched slightly at the thought as she started to ponder what exactly Adam might be looking at....
Her hands slowly went to her hair, letting dark brown waves tangle around her thin fingers. The hair was completely dry now and had ressumed its normal curl-- that tangled mess that Adam would probably remember from their first meeting. In which case, Poppy figured her hair looked fine... by her standards. Honestly, her curls were unmanagable and she had come to accept that it would never be straight. Her hand had brushed her bangs away from her face now, shyly trailing across the pale skin of her cheek. It was still hot, so Poppy knew that her face was a bit flustered, but it was also soft and there was no inturuption of any outbreaks. Maybe Adam was looking at her cheeks? She DID blush a lot. Her eyes trailed back to him, still appearing watery like she would cry any moment.
Adam's mysterious eyes were focused on something but then went lower in her direction. Curious, she looked down and first payed mind to the shirt Adam let her borrow. One side hung down on the curve of her shoulder still and her bra strap was showing. Poppy bit her lip then looked back to Adam-- not really listening when he explained about he was going to let her stay until the rain stopped. The idea that maybe seeing the bra strap had made Adam feel uncomfortable crossed her mind and she adjusted again to try to make the shirt fit her properly-- it did nothing but fall back into place on her slender shoulders. It looked like Adam would have to deal with that one. What was he focused on now? Her eyes trailed back to him and those icy and honey eyes were still lowered in her direction-- so she looked down at her waist. "Oh...." her mind whispered, "there..."
"You can get off me though." Adam suddenly said after his explination. Poppy looked up with a slight gasp from her lips, brearly audible but Adam didn't seem to notice since he was going on about how he could always throw her. Wouldn't she just hurt herself again? Looking down at him she noticed that his lips were curved in another grin and her heart nearly fluttered in her chest. That smile always made her chest hurt and she never knew why. Maybe that growing obsession to make him happy was getting towards that addiction level. Either way, she returned the smile and got to her feet, "Ehgain, sorry." she finished with an awkward giggle and turned away so that Adam had room to get to his own feet.
After that Poppy had grown quiet again, and found herself staring out the window. There was a heavy feeling of gravity to Poppy that finally made her turn back around and look at Adam with a sort of shy expression, "Eh... Adem?" she asked suddenly as her hands reached down to fiddle with the end of the shirt she wore, "If you are letting me stay for eh bit-- zen let me make something?" she smiled then and looked down, her cheeks flusted, "I am great vith desert (she actually says desert unstead of Dessert).... vhat vould you like?"
(annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd we bring cute back )
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Post by Adam Maxwell Hale. on Nov 26, 2011 23:49:44 GMT -5
BUT WHO CAN AFFECT ME MORE THEN THE ONE I'VE ALWAYS ADORED, THE ONE I'VE BEEN SEEKING [/size] As much as Adam tried his best to forget the scar on Poppy's hip he just couldn't put it out of his mind. He wasn't sure why he was so fascinated with the mark but for Adam it was a matter of interest. Scars meant that someone was hurt, ether mentally or physically, which meant that it is all entirely possible for it to happen again. In all Honesty the thought of someone hurting Poppy made Adam pretty angry, even though he has only known the girl for a small amount of time. It was rare to come across someone so innocent and kind in a world that Adam believed to be nothing more then monsters. As hostile as he was to her at times Adam wanting nothing more then to protect her, he scolding her was .. a sign of affection. In his own twisted way.
He didn't say anything at first when he got to his feet, he dusting himself off in case dust did linger on any art of his clothes. "Stop apologizing so much, it's annoying," he sneered a bit in Poppy's direction, having her 'I'm sorry' in that strange russian/english accent way too many times in the past 48 hours. He offered a small grin to her after, his eyes catching her minty-green ones. He loved her eyes, but at the same time they made him very nervous for multiple reason s. For one, she aways looked like she was about to cry. That was something he was not going to have, Adam unsure of how he would react if this frail thing just started to cry in front of him. He light even cry, just because of how pathetic it would look. But there was something else that frightened him, even more then the thought of her crying, and that was the thought of her being able to see right through him. Adam was a complex person, he had so many walls and built so many defense to push people out but she broke through almost all of them. That is something that absolutely petrifies him. It's almost like she sees his pain, sees what kind of person he really is underneath all that anger and hate. It was terrifying.
The rain pounded the window, a moment of silence coming over the two before Poppy spoke again. Oh that sounded wonderful. Adam was actually really hungry, but his cooking skills ended at making a cup of ramen. He thought about it for a moment, looking at Poppy with concern for a moment. He crossed his arms, trying to weight out the dangers of letting her cook in his kitchen. There were several dangers, but as long as he was watching her every move he could probably keep anything horrible from happening. His kitchen was pretty stocked, simply because he doesn't really cook. "I really am not a fan of sand," he commented on her bad english, mocking her a bit before turning and walking over to his kitchen. "C'mon, I'm starved and have no cooking or baking skills," he told her with a small smile before brining in a comment that was all too appropriate. "Besides, a woman belongs in the kitchen," he spoke with a devilish smile, is sexiest comments not serious, but none the less amusing. ____________________
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