Twisted Fairytales and Rewritten Plays, {Tabbies&Iumi} [M]

[Iumi]

Eew. Idiots in penguin and ninja suits. The ninja was basically stalking her, and the penguin was making himself look stupid. She glanced out her window as the ninja stood outside the downstairs door. Hmm. They’d be gone in a moment, no worries. She threw open the door, bumping the creeper back into the bushes before two men in black outfits escorted him out of the garden, grabbing the penguin on the way. Adriane sighed, hands on her hips. She kinda felt bad for them. Kinda… No. Not really. They were stupid enough to show up in costumes. Not a decent outfit and a mask as requested, but ninja and penguin costumes. Ugh.

Adriane slowly made her way back to where Philippe had been talking to her father. But… she didn’t make it in time. Her father had walked off before she could get there, leaving her standing a yard or so behind Philippe. Well... damn. There went the relative safety she had in this situation, and it just waltzed away. She glanced down in slight frustration, chocolate waves falling over her shoulder. Her head popped up again, in time to see Philippe stride off, out of the garden. Adriane’s eyes narrowed, what the hell was going on with him?

She sighed, grabbing a canned pop and flopping down into a lawn chair. The can opened with a ‘hiss’ and she took a drink before setting it on the small table next to her. Adriane’s arms sat crossed over her stomach, her eyes closed in boredom. Her right hand slid into her pocket, retrieving her phone. It lit up at her touch, the time illuminated on the front screen. It read ‘2:45 AM’. It was surprising (maybe) that the cops hadn’t come and tried to shut down the party for the noise. ‘…Ugh. It’s this late? I wish. I was. ASLEEP.’

Philippe had just reentered the garden and… went straight for Rose. She sighed and looked up, the stars flickering sadly in the sky. Adriane sat there, thinking. ‘Stupid Rose. She just has to ruin everything. Everything. Ugh. I don’t even know why we’re even friends anymore….’ Her head shook as the music pounded around her. ‘…. Headache.’ She massaged her temples, wishing it could be over. Soon.

[Tabbies]

It wasn't like Philippe anted to be here. The business prospect of getting on Adriane's good side was too tempting- to be heir to the Capulet fortune when the old man died, and have such power in the underground mafia... but marriage? Sheesh- he was almost twenty years old. Adriane Capulet was just a kid. He risked a glance in her direction- Rosaline wasn't proving much for chatting with a good-looking guy like himself- and frowned slightly. Adriane was... well, it was just his luck, he supposed.

Aw, man- there was punch sticking to his chest. The young man shifted, before giving up on the cat-and-mouse game of hers, crossing towards Adriane after side-stepping one of the dancers. he almost tripped, but caught himself in a twist, convincing himself that it wasn't because of the laced punch.

He arranged his features into a grin, only turning down the fake enthusiasm slightly (since he supposed anyone else would have been slightly offended by being lacerated by glass and covered in sticky punch, even if they WERE in love with the twit.)

"Hey, Adriane- come to bandage your hero up?" He held up his forearm where it'd been cut slightly. Damn, most of the blood was already flaking off. Oh well- so much for saying he'd sue.

Philippe tilted his head, glancing at his watch. Man, the party was only getting started back at his place. Maybe he'd ditch Princess here and get high...

OutOfCharacter- Short. I sowwy. ><

[Iumi]

Adriane was sitting on her chair, alone, interrupted, and peace-- ... Nevermind. Philippe had approached her and asked her to bandage his arm where the glass had cut into it from the broken crystal bowl, and somehow he expected her to do it. She had to be discreet enough with her unhappiness with the whole situation and pretend for now to fool her parents. Her eighteenth birthday was soon, and eighteen meant she was no longer under her parents' control. For the most part. So now, she had to act.

"Fine. C'mon." She twisted around in her chair and stood up. Her hand closed around his wrist- holding hands would be way too akward for her -and she moved towards the house. She was convinced that he would make a remark about the absence of a First Aid kit in a shed or somewhere outside. Ugh. She threw the door open and paused. Adriane then made her way to the nearest bathroom, opening the door and flicking on the lights.

The bathroom was close to the size of a square, though it was slightly longer than it was wide. One wall was lined with counters and two sinks, a large mirror hanging above them. To the left of the mirror was a small white box, attached to the wall. There was a medium-sized window directly opposite the door, but the curtains had been closed over it. Then, across from the sinks, there was a second door, behind which were the bathtub and whirlpool. Next to the door was a shower. Everything was either a light gray or white marble.

Adriane dropped Philippe's wrist to head for the box on the wall. Opening it, she grabbed the medical tape and gauze. She would've attempted to put a band-aid on it, but... there were too many little cuts and it would use too many band-aids. She set the two rolls on the counter-top and sat on the sink.

[Tabbies]

OutOfCharacter- I thought Adriane was 16 in Maroju… did you make her older for the sake of this rp? Or did I just miss that? XD;

BackInCharacter- The nineteen-year-old boy grinned and threw a wink towards one of the remaining guests as the younger female took his wrist, lengthening his stride so he was walking next to her. He had no idea why Adriane was suddenly playing along- maybe he was finally getting lucky. Actually, he felt a little silly, being towed through the hallway like a child. An almost serene smile was on his lips, as if he were extremely relaxed…

Oh, fuck, that punch had been spiked. Wouldn’t it have been more considerate to inform someone what the idiot had put in?
He looked down, only just noticing that she was holding his ‘wounded’ wrist. “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow-“ Okay, so he was just fooling around a bit. Being an ass for the sake of it. As she flicked on a light, his hand reached out, and he brushed his fingers against the wall, turning the switch back to off. They finally found the dumb-ass bathroom- this house was huge. Of course, he’d have to just get used to it, if he moved here- God forbid.

"This ain't no bedroom." He drawled, glancing at her sideways.

She dropped his wrist, and he yawned, pressing the heel of his palm to his eye as he winced. Maybe he’d get Adriane to drink some of that punch- see if anything interesting happened. Slumping against the edge of the tub, Philippe propped up his good arm on his cocked knee, leaning his head back to stare drowsily at the ceiling. Whatever the hell was in that drink, it wasn’t enough to keep him awake. He’d have to go home and get some serious bad ass stuff if he wanted to stay semi-coherant.
Nah- he didn’t want to make a lick of sense if he was in here being tortured.

“You should lock the door, babe…”

[Iumi]

[ooc] >.> I haven't looked back at Maroju for a bit, so... Maaybe I said that. >.> Just go with 18 for this. [/ooc]

[Iumi]

... So he had just been messing with her. Great. The brunette sighed quietly to herself as she slipped the medical items she had retreived back into the box on the wall. She looked up as he turned the light back off, the bathroom now lit only by the glow of the party outside. She leaned back on the mirror, tipping her head towards the ceiling and closing her eyes, if only for a moment. It wasn't long after that Adriane heard Philippe's comment, chosing to do something that, well... she'd never normally do.

She gave herself a slight push off the counter, her feet hitting the floor with a dull barefooted 'slap'. She quietly made her way over to the door, turning the lock with a small clicking noise. She glanced over to where Philippe had sat down on the floor. She silently made her way over to the bathtub, sitting on the end and sliding in, head resting by the faucet.

[ooc] I'm sorry I took forever replying to this. >.>;;;;; [/ooc]

[Tabbies]

Philippe was shocked when Adriane actually locked the door- didn’t she realize how kinda… condemning that was? If someone knocked, he could easily indicate plenty more then was already occurring . . . since this was turning out boring. The male raised his head, realizing she’d put the first-aid kit away.

“Hey- hey! Dying hero here-!” He broke off and rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, very aware of the fact that she’d climbed into the damn tub- and that her knees were parallel with his shoulders.

What the hell- was this some sort of come-on? Some sort of frickin’ chick game named “Tease the dude ‘til Daddy walks in with Tony and Vinnie?” Aw, screw it. He’d play a more charming card, since “Dark Bathroom” was working out so very well. For Philippe, charming was keeping his dirty mouth shut and sitting still. He could sit like this for… oh, he’d give Adriane twenty seconds to pull herself together.

Oh, shit- twenty?! Fifteen tops. Ten… eleven… twelve… fuck it.

“Did you drink some of that punch after all, sugar? ‘Cuz girls don’t take my advice unless we’re high or in bed-“ Oh. Maybe mentioning sex was a bad idea.

“Aw, forget it. I don’t care, babe.” The male gave a small sort of hiccup, pressing a hand to his chest. “I know when I’m drunk on my ass.”

Philippe exhaled shakily and leaned his head back, blond hair falling over Adriane’s knee. That’s right, County Paris had ‘accidentally’ laid his head on Juliet’s leg (or more precisely, her kneecap, but leg sounds so much more ‘romantic’.) Negative three points for the drug dealer- he failed at discretion. This wasn’t the most comfortable way to sit either. Where was a pillow when you needed one?

“ . . . So . . . what, you crash in the tub all night? Because…” He turned his face towards hers, the garden lights outside playing across his sharp features: Philippe almost appeared nice. Calm. Serene. Too bad he had a mouth.

“My lap is, like, ten times more comfortable, I bet.”