oh, fascination! [Adam!]

[Adam Maxwell Hale.]

I WANT TO TRY AND FIND SOMEWHERE WHERE I CAN LOOSE MY GODDAMN MIND
& WASTE ALL MY TIME WITH YOU

"See it on my face? Bull!"

Adam, somewhat insulted that this girl was able to pick up on his hidden exterior so well was somewhat surprised, but expected it. He was still a Hale, and with the morals and upbringing he has had he isn't a complete monster, not like a lot of the other werewolves he has read or heard about. Personality wise, anyways. He may be a newborn werewolf but he is dangerous, manly because of his lack of control. Currently, he is starting to think that it is something he will always be battling. Either way once he gets somewhat comfortable with someone it's hard for him to conceal what he is thinking, feeling - any kind f emotion really. By this point Adam would have normally got up and walked away, forgetting she existed like he should have when he left borders. But it was too late now, his more .. human side was starting to get the better of him, it was time for Adam to put an end to it. But not right this second.

"Oh I beg to differ," he challenged her, knowing that some people passing by were watching the two closely, eyeing him and then her as she giggled insanely throughout this entire conversation. "Look how tiny you are. It's easy to mistake you for a five year old ... ok, maybe seven. An awkwardly big seven year old," he argued, nodding to himself in acknowledgment thinking he was correct. It was obvious he was exaggerating but hey, it worked for him. Her next comment was something Adam didn't appreciate as much, though he knew that if he wasn't a werewolf he would have just laughed. It seemed this change not only took away part of his sense of humor, but gave him a hell lot of anger issues too. He looked at her disapproving, shooting a slightly annoyed comment in Poppy's direction. "I don't want to laugh at you, I don't like making girls cry, it's generally frowned upon in society" he sneered, his brown and blue eyes looking into hers for a moment. It wasn't until that moment he realized that she was truly the one with the beautiful eyes. Even when they were hidden behind that brown hair he could still see them glittering. He didn't comment on them still, only admired them from a distance.

His cold expression faded when he noticed how gitty she was, Adam unable to stay angrily or annoyed for long with her just being so .. happy. It's like trying to be mad a clown. It just doesn't work, you either laugh or you run away crying because you have some strange clown phobia. His 'cute russian accent' made her shut up quickly, her laughter seizing immediately after he said it. This time he didn't hold back his laugh, her literally just let it out. "That shut you up, didn't it?" he inquired with a devilish look on his face. "At lest all I have to do is compliment you to get you to calm down. you're easier then most people," he commented, not really planning on seeing her again but you never know. Fate has a strange way or working sometimes.

He caught the smile creeping onto Poppy's lips, Adam putting his forehead in his hand. "Oh no, please don't go into another laughing attack ..." he murmured, but loud enough so she could hear. His hand covered his eyes as well, but once she whispered 'i knew it' he peaked at her through his fingers, a small smile creeping onto his own lips at the pose she was taking. "Alright, Sherlock," he said, chuckling lightly to himself as he let his hand fall down to see her, who's face was hidden for a moment, only to return to him with a bright smile. He shook his head a bit. "I kind of enjoy your company," he told her in response, a comment that could have been taken in a very bad way. Things were going well in this conversation up until now, Poppy easily able to be insulted by his comments. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck for a moment. "But thats more then I can say for a lot of people," he admitted openly, his lack of friends something he didn't care to comment on. His eyes looked back down to his book, the one he normally would have been reading by now.

"To think I could be reading this wonderful story right now, but instead I'm here with you," he thought aloud, his arm making it's way over the back of the bench so it appeared he had his arm around her from a distance, but it was more of him getting comfortable then him making a move. His eyes met hers one more time, he offering her a small smile in the process. "And you tell me I have nice eyes. Yours are like emeralds," a comment for an insult. Adam, you are a strange one.

STATUS: d'awe c: TAGGED: POPPY! <3 LYRICS: somewhere to loose my mind - i.m legend

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[Poppy Olivia Sokov.]

Poppy;

Another random outburst of rage, but Poppy tried to show that it didn't effect her in the least. That was only half true. In her mind, she wasn't afraid of him because she could see though his tough exterior. However, her body physically flinched when he happened at her-- obviously irritated with her comments. That had brought on a long awkward silence that Poppy wasn't going to break just yet. With Adam she was learning fairly fast that when he snaps the best thing for one to do is stay quiet and wait for him to calm down. With that, there would be less confrontation and Adam wouldn't be so worked up. So Poppy waited, allowing him to throw a few insults that were empty meanings to her.

You would think Adam's constant insults would bother her-- they didn't. Most of her flaws that he had pointed out she was well aware of. She knew she was small and fragile looking. When he said she looked 11 at the eldest, he was pretty close. In reality she probably had the body of a 14 year old. She was thin and Poppy would garentee ANYTHING could break her in half. Hell, she even bruised like a peach-- she was weak and she knew it. What had really surprised her was that he didn't want to laugh at her-- something about not liking when girls cry. Oh, Poppy wasn't going to cry... the last time she cried she was 8 years old.

When the cold expression in Adam's eyes faded, Poppy looked back up to him and smiled. He was taking into account her silence at his earlier comment about her cute accent and let out a very REAL ver audiable laugh. Her eyes widened in surprise as she watched Adam appear fairly amused by the fact that he discovered a way to silence the Russian. She couldn't help but smile. Adam was a real sweetheart, but he hid his true self away behind a douchebag mask so that either he couldn't hurt someone or someone wouldn't hurt him.

It's offical, her mission in life is to make this kid happy.

"I kind of enjoy your company," Adam told her after her Sherlock impression. That had changed the mood, but not completely. Poppy's gitty emotions dimmed a bit so that her face appeared more sincere to what seemed like something hard for Adam to express. Apparently this compliment was something he doesn't tell anyone, so of course Poppy would be happy to know this. Even with their awkward encounter, it was a story nontheless and Poppy felt somehow she would become closer with him.

Very subtly, Adam drapped his arm behind her on the bench, his arm just behind her shoulders, She could bearly feel the heat of his body but didn't pay much attention to it-- mainly because she didn't WANT him to move his arm. Oddly enough the warmth gave her a feeling of security, like anyone could try and hurt her right now and they wouldn't do any damage. From afar she could imagine that people thought they were together. The thought played in Poppy's mind but quickly disappeared when she came to the realization that she didn't like the fact that this was like her books... She liked this because Adam's warmth was nice to have around her. It reminded her of home, before she lost everything.

Adam's eyes met her's for a moment, melting into some deep thought Poppy couldn't real clearly. If anything she would think he was debating something with himself. The ice and honey colored eyes watched her, but the feeling wasn't like a lover or a friend... it was just-- nice. "And you tell me I have nice eyes," he said, "Yours are like emeralds." Oh gawd, as if Poppy wasn't red faced all ready? Her blush had just started to go down, returning to the normal moonlit color. Adam's comment had made the blood rush back, wildfire returning.

He thought her eyes looked like emeralds...?

"Th--" Poppy started but some strange sound erupted in her pocket. It you were online enough, anyone would know that the cellphone ringing in Poppy's pocket was playing a dubstep version of Nyan Cat. The sound had thrown Poppy out of her mental bliss, causing her to move away from Adam so that she could take the device. In her hand she held a black 4G Galaxy, equipt with a tiny charm that appeared to be the baby form of Pikachu-- a Pichu if you knew Pokemon. The blush still heavy on her cheeks, Poppy swiped her thumb across the screen to answer the call.

"Ha-lo?" there was a pause and the device blared a very annoying and preppy voice on the other end. The happy expression in Poppy's eyes fell slightly and for the first time ever it seemed she actually irritated. "It vould take you 5 minute... no big deale." another pause and Poppy sighed, rubbing her forehead and pushing brown bangs away, "Vut... Linda it is getting dark en--" she was cut off then and Poppy just shook her head, "Fine, fine, vhatever." she hung up and gathered her things, the irritation in her eyes lingered for another moment then faded as her green eyes lifted to meet his. Her smile had returned. "Looks like I ave to valk home... Sister is busy."

With that Poppy got out of her indian style position on the bench and rose to her feet, placing her english book in her shoulder bag and tossing her phone and ipod into it aswell. "Um... " what could you say right now? Poppy looked down a bit sad, "It vas nice talking to you, Adem." she smiled shyly and watched him for a moment, wondering what he was thinking right now.

[Adam Maxwell Hale.]

WE CAN CHASE THE DARK TOGETHER, IF YOU GO THEN SO WILL I.

Everything seemed to be going pretty well, Adam almost glad he had taken a chance on Poppy. It almost gave him a new perspective on things, Adam not taking a leap of faith often. At lest not within this past year. Though he was holding back his smiles and laughter, happiness was still peeking through his carefully assembled walls, and though they were still intact. It would take a lot more then an innocent smile and emerald eyes to get Adam to tear down those walls, memories of that night with Amelia still plaguing his dreams and sleepless nights. All he could think of was doing such a horrible thing to Poppy, the girl would probably break in half if he was to attack her or worse : by some strange curse she could live. That would have just been the icing on his cake as far as bad experiences go. At lest Amelia lived and was still human - if he turned someone else into what he was, another monster to walk the streets he would have never ever forgiven himself. Even if it was someone he barely knew.

His arm still resting comfortably behind Poppy, Adam looked back to her with a grin when she got cut off by one of the most obnoxious sounding ringtones Adam has ever heard. He recognized the sound as dub step, something he wasn't a big fan of but it wasn't all that bad. But dub step to nyan cat? Adam felt like he just stepped into an Anime rave, something he had experienced once in his life and never will again. He was a little annoyed that she was interrupted by a phone call, but gave her the space she needed when she reached for her phone. Anything to make that sound stop. The moment she reached for her phone Adam let his arm come back down by his side, no longer stretched out on the back rest behind her. He put his hand to his forehead again. "I feel like my IQ is dropping the more I hear that," he murmured to himself, peeking down at the black Galaxy, grinning at the Pichu dangling from it. Nice. he thought to himself, knowing pokemon all to well. Adam, unfortunately was a video game junky, which meant he has played just about every pokemon game there is, not to mention he still has a stash of cards somewhere under his bed. Just before she went to answer the phone Adam made a quick comment "Gengar for the win," he told her as she put the phone to her ear.

Adam's eyes floated to the scenery around them, the sun starting to set in the distance. He tapped his fingers on the cover of Frankenstein, trying not to listen into her conversation, but unable to keep his eavesdropping ears away. He couldn't make out what the girl on the other line was saying, but she sounded something like a mouse. No, a rat, a really squeaky annoying rat. Adam's attention was brought back to Poppy, who's happy expression immediately dropped. he gave a slight scowl, but not toward Poppy, toward the annoying ass voice that was on the other end of that phone call. Adam wanted to punch her - or him, depending on the age. Poppy's smile faded almost as quickly as it did when Adam complimented her, only this time he knew it wasn't because of a compliment. He watched her with curious eyes, waiting for her to hang up the phone and give him her attention again. Once she did Adam caught her smile, he slightly happy it was back. But less happy about what had just happened.

"Really?" he questioned, though it was more or a rhetorical question. "Sister is a bitch," he remarked, not even knowing Poppy's sister, but not wanting to. Not by the sound of that voice. "God, how can you handle hearing that voice everyday, it makes me want to go on a baby punching spree," he said, still annoyed at the bickering he overheard. His comments were probably a bit .. wrong, but it was truly how he felt. Not that he would actually go on a baby punching spree but .. it was that level of annoyance. As soon as Poppy got to her feet to leave Adam did as well, more or less out of politeness then anything else. A gentleman was suppose to stand when a lady was about to make an exit. His eyes made their way to the darkening sky for a moment, he really not liking the idea of her walking home alone. She could get mugged .. or worse. But this was not suppose to end in him walking her home, this was suppose to end in her leaving in a car and never seeing him again. Ever. For her own safety. "Yeah, you too green eyes," he told her with a small smile, turning his back to her and taking a few steps forward headed in the direction of where his home was located. Just keep going. She's going to be just fine. She'll be excellent in fact if you don't ever show your face in her life again. Adam continued to tell himself, but his mental talks weren't helping. He shook his head shutting his eyes in disbelief in the actions he was about to take.

His next step forward Adam did a 360, facing Poppy again. "I'll walk you home," he told her, catching up to where the young Russian was in a few easy strides. "How far is it, anyways?"

STATUS: ;D TAGGED: POPPY! <3 LYRICS:anthem of the angels - breaking benjamin

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[Poppy Olivia Sokov.]

Poppy;

"Really? Sister is a bitch." Adam commented, "God, how can you handle hearing that voice everyday, it makes me want to go on a baby punching spree,"

Despite the fact that Poppy now had to walk a few blocks in the dark and was mentally fearing some kind of attack (because she's so tiny she would never be thought of as a threat), Adam's comment made her smile. He was right, Linda was probably the biggest blonde bitch on the face of England and Poppy had to deal with her day in and day out. Honestly, sometimes Poppy even wondered how she had gone this long without loosing her cool and ultimately punching the cheerleader in the face. Linda was loud, she was a bitch, and she was a spoiled brat. So when Poppy came to live with the family of course Linda would treat the Russian like crap seeing as though Poppy invaded her territory. For once, Adam's need for violence was accepted in Poppy's eyes... only because it was toward Linda.

As Poppy got up, Adam did too. She figured it was either because he was happy to get out of there or he was just being polite-- probably the later. She watched as his eyes lingered on the setting sun and his face twist into what seemed like a worried(?) expression. Sure, anyone would be worried if they knew Poppy of all people was going to be walking home alone in the night. She's tiny, pixie sized-- a 7 year old could probably take her down. Hell, you could probably kill her with a stick if you tried. However, Adam didn't express his worry to her when their eyes met again. He only commented on it being nice that they talked and turned away without a goodbye.

She had to admit, she was a bit disapointed, but she couldn't blame him. Poppy knew that he was bearly scraping mental blocks so she wasn't going to push him. Like she figured out earlier, it was better to wait for him to be ready than to rush things. Maybe someday they would be friends after this. Poppy smiled to herself, pleased with the idea that she was going to go through with making Adam happy, and turned away herself. She had only taken a few steps when suddenly Adam's voice broke through the silence.

"I'll walk you home," was what he said. Surprise shined through Poppy's eyes as she turned to face him, he already standing behind her in a matter of about 3 strides. Adam then asked her how far her house was but she wouldn't answer just yet. She was too preoccupied with staring at his eyes, trying to figure out what she was seeing there. As from the first time she looked at them and their icy and honey color, the mystery of them was still like a heavy invisible mist. The little Russian looked down for a moment then back towards where she had started walking. "It is few block that vay, en Mason Street."

Suddenly she felt nervous again, that same feeling from when she first met him earlier in Borders. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip slightly, the nervous expression playing in her eyes like a broadway show (very animated eyes). "Veally Adem, you don't ave to." she told him and turned away, taking only a couple steps before she of course--

fell....... AGAIN.

[Adam Maxwell Hale.]

THERE IS LOVE BURNING TO FIND YOU, WILL YOU WAIT FOR ME?

Maybe Adam shouldn't have offered to walk her home. He kept playing out this horrible futuristic scene in his head about how they would become friends eventually, and she would accidentally see his scars. Or she would annoy him to the point he would change. Or she would just ask the questions he didn't want to answer and end up freaking out on her for no reason, Still, he stood in front of her completely willing and ready to brave the dark scary streets so that the Russian didn't have to brave the concrete jungle alone. She was too innocent to know what creatures come alive at night, but adam was not. He almost wished he was still as blinded to these things, but he wasn't that lucky. Innocence really is bliss, adam knowing this saying far too well. If only his innocence wasn't taken from him so many moons ago.

One hand in his pocket and one holding his book his eyes met hers again, an awkward silence coming over them like it had many other times in this chance meeting. He wasn't sure why she stared at him so much, but at least it was at his eyes and not anywhere else. The awkward silence was broken by her telling him where her home is, adam merely nodding at the comment. Though it was in the complete opposite direction of where his apartment was he didn't mind, he liked walking at night. Not to mention this time of year is always the best time to star gaze, the best constellations coming into play with the Earth's rotation. He looked up to the sky, the setting sun still keeping the dark nighttime sky and stars astray, but he was patient. By the time he got to her home and was on his way back to his there was no doubt in his mind he would have a nice view. Though, he was sure he would look like a complete fool walking with his head in the clouds .. or stars, in this matter.

He shook his head at her next comment. "Uh, there is no way I'm letting you walk home alone," he started, "It's getting dark, and you are an easy target for anyone. I don't want my morning cup of tea ruined when I read that you were mugged and killed on the front page of the post," he told her, knowing that things probably would be that bad, but he didn't want to take the chance. It was his protective nature kicking in again, he feeling somewhat responsible for her getting home. "Though it would have been your sisters fault .. it would have just been a vicious cycle of violence," he concluded, hinting at the fact he would have done something to Linda for leaving Poppy out here alone. He smiled a bit at Poppy. "Really, it's fine, don't wo-" Adam's words were cut off when he spotted the brunette start to go down, he dropping his book in reaction.

Poppy wasn't very far away from him, Adam able to reach out and catch her fall before she actually hit the ground. However, the angle that Adam was at when he attempted to catch her made it difficult for him to keep his balance, so with his arms around her waist he pulled into him as he threw his weight backwards to prevent them from falling forward and he onto her, instead she falling onto him. He landed on the ground with a loud thud, his ass hitting the concrete sidewalk and she landing onto of him. Once they were settled on the ground Adam gave an angry scowl, letting his hands fall from her waist, he leaning back on them. "SEE? YOU CAN'T EVEN WALK THREE BLOODY FEET WITHOUT FALLING," he scolded her, still wondering how it was possible for someone to have this much trouble with gravity. He sighed, getting up after she did.

Getting his book he picked up her bag which was lost in the whole incident. He opened up without asking her and placed his book in it before throwing the strap over his shoulder and walking back over to the bench. "C'mere," he commanded, still slightly annoyed with falling - his ass kind of hurt. But none the less he was going to take her home, it even more obvious now then ever that she needed someone watching out for her. He turned his back to the bench and put his arms out a bit. "Get up there and jump on my back. I'm giving you a piggy back ride or I'm never going to get home," he said, looking at her with all seriousness.

STATUS: ;D TAGGED: POPPY! <3 LYRICS:my curse - killswitch engage

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[Poppy Olivia Sokov.]

Poppy;

Between listening to Adam try and convince her that he was really okay walking her home and trying to focus on walking with how nervous she was, the next events that followed made Poppy's mind spin.

It all happened so fast. One second she was heading towards the hard sidewalk, eyes squeezed shut and hands out infront of her to lessen the blow. The next second, Adam's hands grabbed her, keeping her in the air for that time. Poppy's eyes managed to linger on the serious expression in those ice and honey eyes, vaguely realizing that she was going to take Adam down with her and it would be bad. Height wise, Poppy reached to just about his shoulder-- maybe an inch or two shorter but she was a whole head shorter than him. Weightwise, Poppy wouldn't stand a chance under him. Assuming his body to be as hard as a weightlifter (since he certianly was toned like one) and Poppy being as light as a feather, he would DEFINATELY crush her upon impact if he fell on her. Okay, that was an exaggeration, but Adam would definately hit her so hard that she would loose her breath for a fair amount of time. Maybe all that force between hard concerete and hard male body would be enough to knock the little Russian out.

That was when Adam pulled her towards him, her tiny body slamming aganist his chest. As expected, Poppy lost most of her breath in her startled gasp. Her fear grew, worried that Adam would snap at her for even touching him, and she started to ramble a desperate sorry-- she hadn't even realized that she was speaking Russian, or the fact that her impact had caused Adam to loose his balance now and he was falling back. It was all like slowmotion, Adam's arms around her as if to keep her protected from falling away from him or falling under him. The feeling of falling was short-- but to Poppy it felt like hours. So when the impact finally hit, Poppy squeezed her eyes shut again, feeling a slight tremble in Adam's body that indicated it was a hard fall.

Oh god.... Que the nerdrage-- now.

"SEE? YOU CAN'T EVEN WALK THREE BLOODY FEET WITHOUT FALLING!" Adam growled, dropping his hands from her waist. Poppy hadn't let him go get though, her little hands were still clenching his shirt tighting so that her already pale knuckles were even whiter. Even though she expected Adam to rage, she didn't expect it to be so bad. Maybe it was because her ear was right aganist his chest when he scolded her, making the sound that much louder. Poppy scrambled to get to her feet, embrassed completely by the fact that she was ontop of him in the first place. She vaguely recalled a manga she had read called Tokyo Mew Mew-- Ichigo had fallen on Masaya and they ended up kissing by accident. Thank God THAT didn't happen. Honestly, she thought he was irritated now? What if THAT happened?

Dusting herself off, she shyly watched as Adam retrieved his book from the ground (along with her bag and placing his book in it-- she made a mental note to remind him it was in there). "A--" she looked away nervously and fiddled with the sleeves of her hoodie, "I'm sorry..." she whispered, maybe too low for him to hear because the moment after, Adam called her over. He was standing with his back to the bench and demanded that Poppy get onto his back... so he could carry her home.

Was he insane? It was a long walk home and he was going to carry her the whole way? Not likely. Although, Poppy had a bit of curiosity in his strength. He LOOKED strong, but was he? There was a sudden urge to test him, which lead Poppy to half prance over to the bench and jump onto his back-- though her little leap made very unimpressive impact. If anything it probably felt like Adam got hit in a pillowfight. Poppy wrapped her arms around his neck and started to blush, hiding her face aganist his neck so that her curly hair flopped down and off to her left shoulder like a brown waterfall of waist long hair. If anything she hoped he didn't mind this small gesture.

[Adam Maxwell Hale.]

IT'S NEITHER GOOD NOR BAD, SO PLEASE SHOW ME YOUR THOUGHTS

Stuck on the ground, Adam looked down at Poppy after his scolding only to see she was still grabbing his shirt for dear life, even though they were already safely placed on the ground. He wasn't sure if it was because he was yelling at her or if it was because she fell again and the entire situation was just .. awkward and tense. Adam sighed, arms still supporting majority of his weight as she got back to his feet, he following shortly after. When he placed his book in her bag he heard what sounded like a voice of protest, maybe, but shot her a small 'deal with it' look while he got everything prepared for the upcoming journey to her house. It was sure to be an easy task, Adam already having the girl land on him, he knew how light she was. He was a strong guy, his new werewolf status only making him stronger. He merely nodded at her apology. "I'll forgive you once you get over here," he commented.

To most people such an offer would have been looked at as crazy. Carry her on his back all the way to her home and carry her bag on his shoulder? It seemed like this boy was either trying to test his strength or was meant to be in pararescue. But Adam thought things out and knew the distance to her house (for the most part), how much she weighed and his own strength. He didn't just look like he was in good shape, he actually was. As a former hockey player - a defensemen at that - Adam knew how to keep his body in tip top shape, just as he knew how to increase his strength. Working out and running everyday was a habit that was never broken, even though Adam no longer plays. He hasn't since his attack, and knows now with his strange increase in temper that if he was to get onto the ice and try to play again it would end in fights for ever at lest every period. Before he was a werewolf Adam only really got aggressive on the ice, so he could only imagine the damage he could do now that he gets angry when someone just looks at him the wrong way. Hockey was just one of the many things that he loved that was taken from him after everything was said and done. He missed it, but was content with just watching the games.

He was happy to see Poppy finally come over to him and get onto the bench to jump onto his back. When he felt her body against his he grinned a bit, using his muscular arms to boost her up a bit more because her jump was weak. "How much do you weigh anyways?" he asked, not really thinking about the fact that was a question no girl liked to be asked. But she didn't seem like most girls anyways, so he figured he would get a straight answer out of her. He started to walk in the direction of her home, feeling her head against his neck and her hair flow from side to side with each step he took. The successfully made it around the corner without an accident, Adam grinning at the success. "See? This is much more productive when I do the walking for both of us," he told her, a bit more calmed now that he can walk without worry about her falling on her face. The setting sun in the distance, the two got a few looks from passer by-ers, Adam shooting a death stare at anyone who's expression was not to his liking. They must have looked a little awkward, the extremely small girl being carried by the big buff blond. Well, he wasn't that buff, but in comparison to her he was a body builder.

One step at a time, Adam occasionally boosted Poppy up when he would feel her slipping down his back. She wasn't heavy, not as heavy as he thought she was going to be anyways. Carrying her home was going to be a piece of cake. He wondered if her sister was going to be home, Adam having a few .. choice words for Linda if she happened to be there when they were. On the thought of her sister Adam had ton inquire. "You're sister didn't sound like she had a russian accent - is she your step sister?" he inquired, curiosity peeking through. He turned his head a bit so he could glance at her, but it was a relatively difficult task considering he was carrying her. His blue eye was able to see part of her face though, which was enough for him to turn his attention back forward before he made a fool of himself and fell. That would have just made him the biggest hypocrite ever.

STATUS: icky ;__; TAGGED: POPPY! <3 LYRICS: relief - bury tomorrow

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[Poppy Olivia Sokov.]

Poppy;

Poppy could practically feel the amusement radiating from Adam's body as she jumped onto his back. He boosted her up a bit so that her legs pressed aganist the curve of his waist and asked the one question you should never ask a girl-- how much do you weigh. Of course, seeing as Poppy wasn't a normal girl she didn't find the question awful in any sense. It wasn't like she was fat or something, though she did worry what he would think of her if he actually found out just how light she really was. With the wildfire blooming a bolder red under her cheeks (her skin probably feeling like the sun on his), Poppy gripped her hands tighter together in front of his chest and mumbled the number timidly, "avout 110 pound," she said letting that number sink in before she continued, "last I check." that last comment was a lie, she checked yesterday after her dance class but by leaving it open like that Adam wouldn't know how far back she weighed herself. Meaning she could of gained weight since then.

They continued on their way, passing many people that gave Adam a few rude looks. Poppy lifted her head from his neck to view his expression, seeing a horrible death glare in his beautiful eyes. She could of been like most people and attempt to run away-- but like we said, Poppy was different. Her innocent smile shinned through her lips as she let her hand gently pat the shoulder her head wasn't resting on. It was a little pat, a message telling him that it would be okay. He was looking out for her, why couldn't she do the same? With that in mind, Poppy wrapped her arms back around his neck and gave him a light squeeze-- a hug. "I ave best body guard evar." she told him, a slight giggle in her voice.

A moment of silence passed and the setting sun relaxed Poppy to the point where she felt sleepy. So when Adam suddenly asked about Linda, Poppy went on the defensive before actually thinking that through. She didn't answer him just yet, absently listening to the sound of his feet hitting the sidewalk. It wasn't until they had gotten to the next street that she decided to answer him. She lifted her head from his neck again, looking forward to the vanishing sun. From this view, it would be hard for Adam to see her expression. The only thing he would really notice would be that her lashes were extreamly long and thick and that there was an awkward twist on the corner of her mouth as if she might of been thinking.

"I am... prijaté." she said the word in Russian first, then translated, "eh foster child." Like when she told him her weight, she let that information about her sink in for a moment before she continued. "Vhen I vas 8 I lost my parents... en I don't know vhere my sister is. I am still orphan now." Her eyes fell from the sun and swept over to Adam's-- curiosity and an unknown expression lingering in their green color. Being this close, it was easy to see why Poppy's eyes always held innocence. Her eyes were extreamly watery, appearing glazed to anyone that looked at them. It gave her a constant vaunerable apperance, which only seemed bottomless now that she communicated this information.

[Adam Maxwell Hale.]

RATHER WASTE MY TIME WITH YOU.

"that's ridiculous. I can bench press you," was the first and only comment adam made about her weight. 110 pounds? Was that even healthy for a girl her age? Adam didn't know nor care too much - as long as she wasn't one of those crazy anorexic or bulimic girls then it was whatever to him. Some people are just really tiny, it's genetics. The young man shook his head a bit at the thought, wondering what Poppy's parents were like. They must have been pretty tiny too, but that was something Adam had no intuitions of finding out. He was just being the nice guy, like his father taught him to be.

As he walked, he could feel Poppy shift around on his back while he made his way through the darkening streets, Adam feeling her head lift every so often and look around at the surrounding area, much like he was doing. He kept those painfully unique eyes on the people who were passing by, making sure none of them were to try any funny business on him or on Poppy. But he was distracted for a second by a tap on his shoulder, Adam twisting his head around the best he could to look at Poppy, flashing her a small smile. He was unsure if she could see it form her angle, but it was the effort that counts. It made him feel a little bit more at ease with the many pairs of eyes that were watching the two. he was ready to rip the next person to pieces, but he calmed himself a bit, even more surprised at the next action by Poppy. He kept his face forward, making sure that the flush of red that came upon his cheeks wasn't visible to her. "I never said I was your body guard," he told her, hoping that he didn't completely burst her bubble. He gave a thought, not liking the idea of being a bodyguard. "I prefer superhero. Fits me better," a grin pulled at the side of his lips, a bit of an ego peeking through his rough exterior.

Silence came over the two again, nothing but the sound of shoes on the pavement filling Adam's ears, the traffic that was once on the street seeming to fade with time, much like the sun. He had a funny feeling it had something to do with his comment about her sister, he having no intention of making her uncomfortable. Maybe it was a sour subject, Adam almost regretting asking her, but his curiosity outweighed the guilt. It wasn't until he got to the next street that Poppy spoke about her family. Adam, was shocked. No, shocked was an understatement. He didn't say anything at first, he trying to think of what to say to that. That was pretty tragic, Adam knowing what it was like to have a family taken from him. Though it was technically his choice to leave them he really didn't have an option. How could he show his face after what he did to his sister? They were better off - safer - without him around. "that sucks," was all he could muster, and even then his words were barely above a whisper. Adam didn't get it - how could she be so freakin' happy with that tragedy in her past? Most people dwell on these kinds of things, thrive on it and make it their life. But she didn't - he admired her for that. Even Adam was a victim of his past, but he liked to think it was different for him then with others. He wasn't dwelling, he was preventing anything similar happening in the future.

Turning the corner, Adam remained silent, boosting her up one more time. Her arms wrapped around his neck, he tilted his head to the side and let his face rest on her arms, in a means of comfort. It only lasted a few quick seconds, but it was none the less a gesture he didn't do often. Adam turned his head to try and look at her again, her long thick lashes the only thing he could really see. That and those emerald eyes, glazed over, giving her a very bambi-like appearance. "I don't have my family anymore either," was all he offered in return. "Aside from my twin, but I haven't seen her in a while," he shrugged a bit, as much as he could with her on his back. The setting sun was starting to dip farther and farther into the horizon, the chill of nighttime air starting to settle in. He let a yawn pass by his lips, adam knowing it was a clear sign that he had not had a good nights sleep in a while. Maybe not to Poppy, but he knew. Either way, silence for the most part came over them, Adam wanting to get off the bad topic they were on before. It left a sour taste in his mouth and he didn't want that taste to linger. "So, green eyes, how hard is it to learn english? I hear it's one of the toughest languages," he changed subject, calling her by a nickname he actually kind of liked.

STATUS: icky ;__; TAGGED: POPPY! <3 LYRICS: blue and yellow - the used

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[Poppy Olivia Sokov.]

Poppy;

There was a heavy gravity to the air as Poppy and Adam awkwardly discussed thier family situations. Adam didn't really comment on her's, only saying that it sucked. In a way Poppy was thankful he hadn't said more. That fear was bubbling up in her where he would start to judge, start to ask her why she was so happy when her past was so sad-- things she couldn't answer. Ever since the Birthday Massacure Poppy had cried her eyes out that whole year. She pushed everything away as the days past, the memory of what DID happen that night slowly fading until it just became a nightmare she kept behind heavy duty wall. Those days were not happy ones, and she prefered not to speak of it ever again. After all, she had worked 9 years on keeping it away...

Silence fell again and Poppy started closing her eyes as she rested her head on his shoulder. Very vaguely she could feel Adam nuzzling his head aganist her arm as she hugged him-- but the feeling was gone as soon as it came. Poppy could only smile, sighing softly as her energy started draining. At some point Adam had asked Poppy about learning English but she wasn't sure she answered him. She might of muttered a "It's... difficult..." but that might of been all. Another street later, Poppy had fallen silent.

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Mason Street having finally come into sight, it's land holding about 6 fairly large sized homes. They looked a bit victorian with a modern flair to it, the feeling that a lot of dinner parties and other stupid rich people things happened here. 2 houses away from the enterance on the left hand side, a man with dark blonde hair was talking on his cellphone. He was dressed as if he were some sort of CEO, or something important but he didn't appear arrogant. His face was kind but with the stern expression of a father.

His blue eyes seemed to have noticed Adam instantly as he and Poppy made it to the neighborhood. Eyes narrow on this tall and very middle class looking boy, the man muttered something into his phone and hung up. He quickly typed something on his phone and suddenly, Poppy's cellphone started going off in her pocket. The man looked up, and his eyes seemed worried now-- he started walking towards Adam.

"Poppy!?" He called, his voice was starting as a question then getting a bit more desperate as he repeated himself-- Poppy didn't answer him. Once he reached Adam, his baby blue eyes looked up at him, this man being about the same height as Adam, maybe an inch shorter. After assessing Adam with a disapproving look, his eyes swept over to Poppy with worry, "Darling, wake up." it seemed this was Poppy's foster father. Wake up?

On Adam's back, Poppy only stirred slightly and fell silent once more. Her eyes were closed, long lashes gently brushing the tops of her cheeks and curled hair hanging off the side of her head as it had before. Her arms around Adam's neck were loose and easy to take apart, but were wrapped close as if she didn't want to let the blonde boy go. To anyone seing these too, they would see Poppy as being a sleeping child holding onto a teddy bear. her face was close to Adam's neck, lightly breathing sleepy air aganist the skin-- she looked like a baby.

"Thank you for bringing her home," her father said, reaching out and gently taking her into his arms. It seemed he had no problems holding her either. He carried her bridal style so that her head rested aganist his chest. "You must be a friend of hers? Must be, why else would you bring her home?" he chuckled and nodded his head, "Aster Collins. I'm her father." Poppy stirred again when Mr. Collins moved to turn towards the house. Her eyes fluttered and opened slightly, but it didn't seem like she was awake, "Adam....?" she mumbled, and fell back asleep.

Mr. Collins chucked, "I should get her in the house. You're welcome to stop by anytime." and with that, Mr. Collins walked away-- disappearing with a sleeping Poppy into their house.

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Less than an hour later, the Nyan Cat Dubstep ringtone sang.... from Adam's pocket. There was a text message waiting for the blonde boy from a number he should know. The text read:

Did you lose something? :D