| Elis Griffyn |
04/19/18 |
EW
Whatever floats your boat. Come over - I've time to kill. |
| Elis Griffyn |
04/19/18 |
From: Unknown Number
Come now, that's no way to behave. I'm forwarding you the details to an apartment in the city. Drop by and let's see what we can get up to. |
| Elis Griffyn |
04/19/18 |
Unknown Number
Come out, come out, wherever you are. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
04/12/18 |
Unknown Sender
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| Jameson Orlav |
03/31/18 |
First Wife
[video attachment:]
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| Jameson Orlav |
03/31/18 |
First Wife
Hold tight. The positions are coming.
Don't mind the mess. |
| Jameson Orlav |
03/29/18 |
First Wife
No. I never joke about sex. |
| Jameson Orlav |
03/28/18 |
first wife
did you get the package I mailed? |
| Camille Hammond |
03/21/18 |
You were successful in stealing $0.00 from Elouise Warrock.
Cheap ***** |
| Jameson Orlav |
03/08/18 |
Nevěstka
Jason who? New phone, who dis? |
| Jameson Orlav |
03/05/18 |
Smellie Smorrock
😉😉😉 |
| Autumn Summers |
03/05/18 |
Elouise
Oops? |
| Autumn Summers |
03/05/18 |
Elouise
I have no doubt. |
| Jameson Orlav |
03/03/18 |
Louisa
Depends on who I’m entertaining |
| Autumn Summers |
03/02/18 |
Elouise
Boring is what I want. |
| Autumn Summers |
03/02/18 |
Elouise
While I do adore you, I'm not one for rinse and repeat marriages.
Being unattached for a time will be a good thing. |
| Autumn Summers |
03/02/18 |
Elouise
If only it happened more often... |
| Autumn Summers |
03/02/18 |
Elouise
Isn't it, though? |
| Autumn Summers |
02/21/18 |
Elouise
Interesting place to be.
See you in New York. |
| Autumn Summers |
02/21/18 |
Elouise
Time and place? |
| Autumn Summers |
02/21/18 |
Elouise
If not for the fact I just got out from a marriage, I might consider it.
How are you? |
| Autumn Summers |
02/19/18 |
Elouise
Not a f*cking word for months and now that? Really?
REALLY? |
| Soleil Whitaker |
01/31/18 |
E.W.
Let's hope not. I have no interest in seeing you.
Deep down, Soleil knows that's a lie. Elouise had been her best friend; the bond they shared was unmistakable, undeniable. More importantly, it's permanent. The young Whitaker hated Elouise for the things she'd coerced her into doing, hated herself for being so easily betrayed. But, the older woman would always, always hold a small part of Soleil's heart captive. And that, perhaps, was what she hated most. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
01/31/18 |
E.W.
Alive. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
01/31/18 |
New Number
Ready to take your kid back? |
| Rupert Berk |
01/22/18 |
"That's a cool name for a cat. I always wanted one but never settle down long enough to get one." Next thing he knew the woman was leaning in closer in an almost familiar gesture. Then, as quick as she had moved in she was moving away again. It seemed the more Rupert hung around this woman, the more odd her behavior became.
Suddenly his phone began to go off. By reflex his hand snatched it from his jacket pocket, looking at the screen. An annoyed groan escaped Rupert's lips. "Sh!t. It's my dad. He needs my help with something. Uh, what's your number? We can do this another time, yeah? My treat." |
| Rupert Berk |
01/09/18 |
"Well, if every day is Taco Tuesday, what about Wings Wednesday? Or French Frie-Day? So many foods, such few days." Suddenly there came a ringing in his head. His features contorted into confusion and he searched for the source of such a sound. It felt like an alarm. A dulled, distant alarm. Rupert shrugged it off as a symptom of an oncoming headache. Nothing some tequila couldn't fix!
The mention of Jaeger there was an echo of the alarm again. Still, Rupert ignored it. "Jaegar is pretty great! I make a mean Jaegarbomb." |
| Elis Griffyn |
01/09/18 |
[Text: Number Unknown]
It's cute that you think I don't know where you are. |
| Elis Griffyn |
01/09/18 |
[Text: Number Unknown]
Meet me in London. The abandoned British Museum platform. I see no point in wasting time. |
| Elis Griffyn |
01/09/18 |
[Text: Number Unknown]
I'm not sure how you managed to get out but rest assured, your days are numbered. |
| Jameson Orlav |
01/09/18 |
 |
| Rupert Berk |
01/08/18 |
A soft laugh escaped his lips at the woman's response. His hand reached up to push his hair back and out of his face, hazel eyes being sure to take in the woman's features. If he was still the Jason that Elouise longed for, he would have noticed every detail off about her. He would have known she was different. However, Rupert saw nothing more than a hot blonde offering a fun night.
When she guessed his drink of choice he gave slow inhale with a click of his tongue. "There isn't really any alcohol I would turn down, really. Tequila, though. That's my drink of choice. Love me some tequila on a Taco Tuesday. Mmmm...tacos." |
| Rupert Berk |
01/08/18 |
Her quick yet confused response was enough for the man to question whether she was being truthful or not. It was obvious the woman had some serious baggage. Somewhere deep inside, Rupert wanted to find out what was haunting her. Why? He hadn't a clue. His instincts just pushed him to support the woman despite his typical response being to ditch her on the spot.
The offer of drinks took the man by surprise. He blinked for a moment. "Uh, yeah! Sure! I am always down for some drinks." |
| Jameson Orlav |
01/08/18 |
Buzzkill
Only if I'm wrestling you and the endgame is death. |
| Rupert Berk |
01/08/18 |
That name. Why did it sound so familiar? In the back of his head there was what felt like a memory he just couldn't seem to put his finger on. The more he tried to recall, the more he felt pain in his forehead that only seemed to spread. He would revisit this moment. For now, he continued on as normal.
"Elouise. Pretty name. So, Elouise, who is this guy I reminded you of? Not a boyfriend I hope. I try not to go around stealing other men's ladies." |
| Tucker Reid |
01/08/18 |
I am not your boyfriend. Is this one of those things where it takes twenty-one days for you to reach finality? |
| Tucker Reid |
01/08/18 |
Please refrain from touching my 'whole butt', or any of my butt at all. |
| Matias Alvaro |
01/06/18 |
"I will get better with practice. It has been a while since I have socialized."-pulls sunglasses down his nose to get a better look-
"it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Elouise." |
| Matias Alvaro |
01/06/18 |
-gives a toothy grin-
"I am known as Matias.",/i>
-extends a hand-
"And what shall I be calling a beautiful woman such as yourself?" |
| Matias Alvaro |
01/06/18 |
"As enticing as you seem, I know better than to assume all as prey."-gives a chuckle-
"Besides, I am not hungry for anything currently. Had a big breakfast." |
| Matias Alvaro |
01/06/18 |
-grins-
"Years of dedication. It is how I lure in my prey, ya know?"
-gives a butt wiggle- |
| Rupert Berk |
01/06/18 |
Before the woman approached, Rupert was already aware of her presence. Her steps were light but easily heard. Her scent wafted in his direction filling his nostrils with a sweet, yet unsettling scent. This woman wasn't normal. She just smelled... wrong.
A confused eyebrow pulled upward with the woman's strange greeting. She spoke of seeing him again, yet he didn't recall such a beautiful woman ever crossing his path and beautiful people was something he didn't simply forget easily. "Uh, I'm sorry, beautiful, but you must have me confused with someone else. I'm pretty sure I would remember meeting a gorgeous creature such as yourself."
A large hand reached out towards the woman with a devilish grin playing on his features. "Name's Rupert. Rupert Berk." |
| Matias Alvaro |
01/05/18 |
-narrows eyes-
-grins-
-offers butt-
"No time like the present, yeah?" |
| Soleil Whitaker |
12/11/17 |
“For what it’s worth,” Soleil says, steadily, “I’m f*cking glad you weren’t. You’re toxic, Elouise. You’re a f*cking poison.”
It’s not hatred or resentment that push the words out from between her lips. Rather, it’s unabashed honesty. Soleil’s view of the woman had changed drastically in the days following Trista’s death - the affair had just acted as a catalyst for her abrupt departure from Moscow.
Elouise is practically sprinting away before the younger woman can continue with her response. Logan gurgles quietly in his car seat, fully awake and attentive. Soleil steps closer, fingers reaching out to caress the infant’s rosy cheek. Their eyes lock for a moment, and Soleil can’t help but notice the uncanny resemblance in the child’s features. She’d been swindled. Again. Forced into a situation that she knows will turn out to be more than problematic.
“F*ck you, Elouise. Honestly, f*ck you.”
With a deep breath, Soleil retrieves her phone to type out a quick message to her wife. This is not going to end well. Soleil can feel it. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
12/11/17 |
If Soleil Whitaker is at all phased by Elouise’s new nature, she most certainly does not let it show. She stares, arms still crossed over her chest. “I will always be grateful for what you did for me, Elouise. I’d be dead without you,” she states without a hint of insincerity. The older woman had, indeed, saved Soleil’s life. And yes, they had loved eachother - vehemently in their own ways. Truth be told, Soleil could never hate Elouise. Not for the affair, at least.
“I hate you because you used me, not because we slept together. I hate that you knew what I felt for you, and exploited it. You manipulated me for your own selfish benefit.”
In Jameson’s frequent absence, it had been Soleil who’d kept his bride company. In El’s desperate search for him, Soleil had been the one to clean up the mess. Any request for assistance, the young Whitaker would come running, no questions asked. It’d only been in hindsight that Soleil was just a pawn in Elouise’s game.
“I’m not doing you any more favors. We took care of eachother when necessary. But, that child is not my responsibility.” |
| Soleil Whitaker |
12/11/17 |
The sudden physical contact is enough to set something loose in Soleil’s composure. “Don’t f*cking touch me,” she seethes. The blonde’s hold is a lot stronger than Soleil remembers, but it’s blatant rage that gives her the strength to yank her arm away.
She glances at the infant, who stirs slightly at the sound of her raised voice. Shaking her head, she continues, more quietly, “I’m done doing you favors, Elouise. Maybe you should’ve taken a second to think before you slaughtered all the people who could’ve taken him.” The comment is intended to sting, and Soleil hopes that El is beginning to get the message.
“We’re finally happy again. I’m not letting your inability to care for another human being f*ck that up.” |
| Soleil Whitaker |
12/11/17 |
The request of aid hadn’t even come in the form of a question. Rather, it had been a statement, as if Elouise had caught a whiff of the momentary hesitation. Soleil had always been a complete sucker for her best friend, and that dogged devotion had f*cked her in the end.
“I’m sorry about Jason,” she replies, swallowing hard, “I didn’t know. You...”
You could’ve called me.
She traps the words behind her teeth. There will be no bending under El’s charm; Soleil’s jaw sets, hands clench into tight fists. The request takes her by surprise, but it’s pettiness and resentment that first prompt her to reply. Of course Elouise needed help. And of motherf*cking course she had sought out her former right hand man.
“If I don’t, what?”
Soleil doesn’t wait for a reply because she’s already made up her mind. She’d taken the time to methodically erase every hint of Elouise, the Order, and her time abroad. Absolved of the marital offenses she’d committed against Rhiannon, the young Whitaker had vowed to never initiate contact, or seek El’s company. In this moment, she is still true to her word.
“I can’t,” she states firmly, arms coming up to cross over her chest, “And even if I could, why would I want to?” |
| Soleil Whitaker |
12/11/17 |
There’s no doubt in Soleil’s mind that Elouise has some kind of plan in place. She’d been sent coordinates, a sign of standard Orlav meticulousness. It doesn’t take long to reach her destination.
“You could’ve just said Cherry Hill, you know. The coordinates were a little extra.”
Soleil runs a hand through her brunette locks - the platinum blonde had seemed a little too immature for her newly assumed maternal duties. Hazel eyes meeting icy blues for the first time in months. Something’s slightly awry in the woman’s nature, and the unfamiliarity sends a chill down Soleil’s spine. Still, she steps closer.
“What’s the deal?”
Straight to the chase. Get in, get out. Every second that passes in the blonde’s intoxicating proximity is a reminder of Soleil’s sins, weakening the still fresh sutures of her restless heart. Her resolve wavers just as her gaze drops, hands shove themselves deep into coat pockets. She inhales sharply, the shock of cold air giving her resolve new fervor.
“What do you want?” |
| Jameson Orlav |
11/29/17 |
Elouise
DTD? |
| Soleil Whitaker |
11/16/17 |
“Meet you in…”
The call is disconnected before Soleil can even finish the thought. Of course the older woman would have some kind of plan that Soleil would only be privy to in the moments just before it’s implemented. She mumbles, hoisting herself off the couch and up the stairs to change out of her ‘comfy clothes.' It’d been a short conversation, but in just those few minutes, Soleil had been drained of her energy. Typical of any correspondence with Elouise Orlav.
As promised, she receives a text with an address. Keys, wallet, helmet. How pathetic it is that she’s, once again, running to El’s side. But, her guard is up this time. With her family in mind, Soleil is cautious, and hyperaware of the older woman’s tactics - she’s over the Orlav charm. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
11/09/17 |
Soleil falls silent, taking note of the way El inhales sharply. She listens for Wilson’s steady heartbeat on the floor above, picks up on the sound of a car passing in the street. She feels… weird. Elouise Orlav had always been an enigma to her, not only because she’d kept particular details hidden for the majority of their friendship. But, something in her tone does not sit well with the young Whitaker. Her free hand reaches up to fidget with a lock of platinum blonde hair. She’s not quite sure how to proceed with the conversation.
“Are you expecting me to just say ‘okay’ and move on?”
She lets out a heavy sigh.
“I’m tired of all this cryptic, secret bullsh*t, El. I stood by your side for a long time, no questions asked. But, I’m over it. Secrets kill." |
| Autumn Summers |
11/09/17 |
Elouise
We are back in London. Finally. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
11/02/17 |
Soleil can’t help but scoff. “You’ve been watching, huh? That’s a lot, Elouise. Even for you.” The young woman had chosen to ignore the fact that she was under constant surveillance in Moscow - it wasn’t a secret that Dr. Orlav and his wife liked to keep the Order’s members in check. But, to know that El had been watching, even after the demise of their relationship, does come as a shock.
“I do know him, actually,” she states, now standing to pace the length of the living room floor, “We’ve had minimal conversation, but we're at least acquaintances."
Soleil knows Elis Griffyn to be a conversationalist, a man of curiosity and quick wit. They’d first interacted during Elis’ ‘Be More Cordial’ phase, and had engaged in a few more polite conversations in the weeks to follow. But, beyond his gentlemanly manner and curious sense of humor, Soleil knows very little of the man.
“Why do you ask?" |
| Soleil Whitaker |
10/30/17 |
“Who told you that?” Soleil asks, shifting to the edge of the couch. Concern is now palpable in her tone. “Elouise, what’re you… what the hell is going on?”
She’s speaking over the other woman, ignoring the affirmation of eternal love Elouise holds in her heart. But, at the mention of Wilson, her train of anxious and worried thoughts come to a screaming halt. “How do you know about Wilson?”
The Whitaker women hadn’t necessarily made the adoption public knowledge. Of course, Margot and Callum knew, but outside of family, very few people knew that they’d finally started a family. Her brow furrows as she tries to recall if she’d ever mentioned it to Elouise before their falling out. She’s been so caught up in her newly acquired maternal duties that all the days had started to blur together. Every day spent with Wilson and Rhiannon feels like an unsatisfactorily small moment.
How long had it been since she’d left Moscow? And the Order? Since she’d left her old life behind? |
| Soleil Whitaker |
10/27/17 |
“Who the f*ck…”
Soleil blinks. The sound of her voice is enough to make the young Whitaker’s heart skip a beat. It’s different, not quite so… lively. as it used to be. But, it’s familiar enough for Soleil to know, for certain, that she’s speaking to Elouise Orlav.
“El.”
It comes out as a whisper. She’s frozen with the phone pressed firmly to her ear; she wouldn’t be able to hang up, even if she wanted to. Somehow, her free hand lifts to clasp over her mouth. It’d been weeks since the last time they’d spoken. In fact, their last correspondence had been an expression of regret and disdain for their relationship.
A small part of her psyche is still angry, and Soleil wants nothing more than to let the fire rain down on her former best friend. Why now? Why do you keep coming back? Why can’t you just leave me the f*ck alone? Questions race through her mind. Instead, she lowers herself onto the couch slowly, and takes a stabilizing breath.
“What in the world would ever make you think that I was dead?" |
| Soleil Whitaker |
10/27/17 |
Life is good. Better than good. It’s perfect. After the affair, she’d harbored some pretty nasty feelings for Elouise Orlav. Now, her old life is a distant memory. The life she has now - the one she’s built with Rhiannon - is all she could ever ask for. Over the last few weeks, Soleil has grown comfortable in the routine of being a mother - she has abandoned her late, lazy mornings of television and cat naps. Instead, she wakes when her wife does, showers, brews two cups of coffee, and makes eggs and avocado toast for breakfast. She’s learned to be domestic, to be a homemaker - a role she would’ve scoffed at six months prior to the adoption.
It’s late. Wilson is asleep in his room - Soleil knows because she can hear his steady breath, and rhythmic heartbeat from the living room. She takes a moment, reveling in the stillness of the house. The living room is tidy, the kitchen cleaned top to bottom. The only thing she’s missing is her wife. Her phone rings as she pours herself a glass of wine, and without a glance at the caller ID, she accepts the call.
“Hey, babe. Are you headed home yet? I have an open bottle of wine, and an insatiable craving for you." |
| Autumn Summers |
10/26/17 |
Elouise
We're about to board a flight.
Lucius wanted to get away for a bit.
Let you know when we get back? |
| Autumn Summers |
10/26/17 |
Elouise?
You changed your number?
Everything okay? |
| Autumn Summers |
10/26/17 |
8675309
Who is this? |
| Matilde Hammond |
10/03/17 |
Elouise Orlav just failed at stealing money from you!
Elouise Orlav just failed at stealing money from you!
Elouise Orlav just stole $77.00 from you!
Elouise Orlav just failed at stealing money from you!
Elouise Orlav just failed at stealing money from you!
|
| Lucius Dalca |
09/29/17 |
Text: Elouise
Very true!
So far it has his attention but we will see... |
| Lucius Dalca |
09/29/17 |
Text: Elouise
And he likes Ratatouille! Now on to Monsters Inc. |
| Autumn Summers |
09/29/17 |
Elouise
All well and good anywhere outside my bed.
Inside is reserved for Lucius.
So you've discovered... :-D |
| Autumn Summers |
09/29/17 |
Elouise
That's what happens when you jump into people's beds. |
| Autumn Summers |
09/29/17 |
Elouise
Ask Lucius.
If you do it nicely enough, he might tell you. |
| Autumn Summers |
09/29/17 |
Hussy
I didn't say where. ;-)
|
| Autumn Summers |
09/29/17 |
Hussy
Careful, I bite. |
| Autumn Summers |
09/29/17 |
Elouise
Awesome. |
| Autumn Summers |
09/29/17 |
Elouise
I like 'hussy' better. |
| Autumn Summers |
09/29/17 |
Elouise
What are you then? |
| Autumn Summers |
09/29/17 |
Elouise
Lucky for me mine isn't. Buck up, hussy. |
| Autumn Summers |
09/29/17 |
Elouise
Of course. Lucius is ridiculously good with children.
Don't want to give your liver a break, hmm? |
| Autumn Summers |
09/29/17 |
Elouise
Probably.
What did you expect? The man is an overgrown kid himself. |
| Autumn Summers |
09/29/17 |
Elouise
You'll be fiiiiiine... |
| Lucius Dalca |
09/26/17 |
Text: Elouise
I am still passing over the hang over... Holy ****, its been a while.. I am hungry too. |
| Autumn Summers |
09/26/17 |
Elouise
Drinking. Lots of it. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
09/26/17 |
Elouise
You're right. I am to be held accountable for my actions.
And I willingly take and accept my share of the blame.
Only difference is that I regret it. All of it. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
09/26/17 |
Elouise
Because if you truly love someone - if they really mean that much to you - you don't f*cking betray them the way you betrayed me. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
09/26/17 |
Elouise
You needed a body when Jameson wasn't around. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
09/26/17 |
Elouise
I should've left long ago, then. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
09/26/17 |
Elouise
Don't pull that bullsh*t with me.
I know you better than anyone else.
Fact of the matter is you're selfish.
You take what you want, when you want it. F*ck all to the consequences. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
09/26/17 |
Elouise
I was prepared to die for you, Elouise.
You tell me how many f*cking people would say and do the same.
|
| Soleil Whitaker |
09/26/17 |
The young woman freezes. For a moment, her resolve weakens. But, she quickly realizes that even if Elouise is being honest, there is no benefit in falling for her charm. Soleil had done it once, and it almost cost her the life she'd worked so hard to build.
Elouise
We never would've been good together. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
09/26/17 |
Elouise
Then why did you have to f*ck it up? |
| Soleil Whitaker |
09/26/17 |
Elouise
In all honesty, you have no right to miss me.
I admit that we are both to be held accountable for our actions, but you took advantage of me.
You knew how I felt about you, Elouise. You always knew. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
09/26/17 |
Soleil is just getting out of the shower when her phone chimes. Curious as to who might be texting her at this hour, she plucks the small device from its place on the window sill. The young Whitaker almost hurls the phone at the adjacent wall, shocked by the name that appears on the screen.
Elouise.
Her grip tightens as she glances at the closed bathroom door. Rhiannon is on the opposite side, still tangled up in their sheets. After the affair, Soleil had made a silent promise to cease all communication with the Orlavs. She’d made an exception when Elouise sent Fish home to New York.
Admittedly, she finds herself thinking of their relationship from time to time. But, Soleil knows that she’d cut off her own arm before she ever reached for Elouise Orlav again. That being said, she types out an noncommittal, yet honest response.
Elouise
I made a mistake.
People change. Things change. |
| Autumn Summers |
09/25/17 |
Elouise
Good morning, sunshine.
How's your head? |
| Tucker Reid |
09/24/17 |
E.O
I don't know. Tell you what. You skywrite something spectacular, and I'll let you know how it fits. Make sure it's really impressive. The pressures on.
E.O.
I don't own pastels. I definitely have a polo kicking around somewhere. |
| Tucker Reid |
09/23/17 |
E.O.
Daddiest? Explain.
I'll let you know what's impressive when I find myself impressed. |
| Elis Griffyn |
09/23/17 |
*yawns* |
| Autumn Summers |
09/23/17 |
Elouise
That sounds like an amazing idea. Lucius will be happy to watch Logan... and us, if needed. |
| Lucius Dalca |
09/23/17 |
Text: Elouise
Aren't you quick!
I'll think about it.... >_>
Of course I will! :P We will be waiting for you here.
|
| Autumn Summers |
09/23/17 |
Elouise
Got you covered. We have plenty of that. |
| Lucius Dalca |
09/23/17 |
Text: Elouise
LOL so messed up.
Awwwww alrightie. Do you need a ride though? |
| Autumn Summers |
09/23/17 |
Elouise
Lucius is my heart but he's still a man...
Can't wait to see you! It's been too long. Do I need to pick you up, or do you have that covered? |
| Autumn Summers |
09/23/17 |
Elouise
You're in London and didn't text me? Hussy.
I better get extra hugs. |
| Lucius Dalca |
09/23/17 |
Text: Elouise
You got drunk with Logan???
Okay not that drunk then.. You need a ride?
|
| Tucker Reid |
09/23/17 |
E.O.
Would I be impressed? No. Would I participate? Absolutely. |
| Noura Orlav |
09/20/17 |
Drug Raccoon
He knows better. |
| Noura Orlav |
09/20/17 |
Drug Raccoon
I honestly don't think Jas wants anything to do with me.
He wouldn't have left like that if he did. |
| Noura Orlav |
09/20/17 |
Drug Raccoon
He's fine. I've yet to see him, but I'd know if he wasn't. |
| Noura Orlav |
09/20/17 |
Drug Raccoon
Keep your f-cking mitts off me. |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/20/17 |
Elouise
Hungry. |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/20/17 |
Elouise
I'm having Tucker Reid for dinner to celebrate our divorce. I don't know what you're doing. |
| Tucker Reid |
09/19/17 |
His lips purse while his brow creases considerably.
"Go ahead, ask me if that surprises me." |
| Tucker Reid |
09/19/17 |
"That's a great idea. Have you got one handy?" |
| Tucker Reid |
09/19/17 |
Half of a shrug later-
"I really wouldn't know. All I do know is that you drink a lot and you enjoy tacos. How can one base an opinion off of that?" |
| Tucker Reid |
09/19/17 |
His hands shoot up in front of him.
"Woah, let's not be hasty here. No one said anything about a date." |
| Tucker Reid |
09/19/17 |
"I think this was your idea. Shouldn't you bring supplies for the whole night? I think my company is the best I can offer." |
| Tucker Reid |
09/18/17 |
He laughs.
"Not inadvertently. Not even technically. But if you happen to show up with one?" |
| Tucker Reid |
09/18/17 |
"Not on purpose. I just got back from, uh, a trip. There wasn't much time for food. I'm craving a steak like no ones business." |
| Tucker Reid |
09/18/17 |
"Why is it that you can't manage to stay out of trouble?"
You managed to break out Elouise Orlav. |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/17/17 |
 |
| Lucius Dalca |
09/16/17 |
Text: Elouise
Excellent. I'll let Autumn know.
Pffffft |
| Lucius Dalca |
09/16/17 |
Text: Elouise
I can understand that. Not a great deal of babies do from what I've heard. I got calming spells though *coughs*
Don't tell Autumn I said that.
|
| Lucius Dalca |
09/16/17 |
Text: Elouise
Much better! :D You got transport in London? |
| Lucius Dalca |
09/16/17 |
Text: Elouise
You know it :D
Why so long, brah???
|
| Lucius Dalca |
09/16/17 |
Text: Elouise
Awwww so cute. I wonder if he will recognize me. We haven't seen each other since Moscow.
How soon is soon?
|
| Lucius Dalca |
09/16/17 |
Text: Elouse
Yassssssssssssss!
Awww hows my adopted nephew doing? I wanna see him!
I am the cool uncle got dammit!
|
| Lucius Dalca |
09/16/17 |
Text: Elouise
There better be some ferrero rocher in that b*tch... >_>
Thank you though! I love candy but Autumn is more of a baker. Cookies are her sweet of choice.
|
| Lucius Dalca |
09/16/17 |
Lucius watched Autumn bouncing off to get food and clothes with a devious grin before checking his phone on the side arm of the couch.
Text: Elouise
There is??? What kinda of candy, punk... >_>
|
| Elis Griffyn |
09/12/17 |
Elo the unsexy
True. I can't help it though. Not many people call pull of ginger but I know I look damn fine. It's no wonder you can't stop thinking about me. I think about me all the time. |
| Elis Griffyn |
09/12/17 |
Elo
Who said anything about sexy? |
| Elis Griffyn |
09/12/17 |
Elo
My place. As much or as little as you like... |
| Elis Griffyn |
09/12/17 |
Eli
Not at all. Would just be cool to hang out but my diary is filling up so wanted to get you into it for this week before it's too late. |
| Camille Hammond |
09/12/17 |
-stares-
-stares at the stick-
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO READ IT.
-clearly freaking out-
HELP ME YOU SON OF A B-TCH. |
| Camille Hammond |
09/12/17 |
-howls through the door-
This is ALL mine. The bathroom. The room. The kitchen.
-continues to list off rooms-
-fumbles around-
-audible mess making-
WHY THE HELL IS THIS BATHROOM SO SMALL!? |
| Camille Hammond |
09/12/17 |
-snatches-
-still glaring-
Somehow I don't believe that.
I read the tabloids.
-total assh-le, gives zero sh-ts-
-trots off to total doom- |
| Camille Hammond |
09/12/17 |
Don't. DON'T.
Go get me a mother f-cking stick and I'll p-ss on it.
Do not say anything to Atticus.
-glares at-
Don't test my patience, Orlav. I will have your God damn head if you cross me this time. |
| Camille Hammond |
09/12/17 |
-chokes on air-
ELOUISE.
Don't make me do this.
You can't tell him. I can't tell him.
I'M JUST GOING TO MOVE AWAY. |
| Camille Hammond |
09/12/17 |
Because I probably just ate a bad taco. I'm SURE it's nothing?!
-huffs-
-massive frustration-
Thisisallyourfault. |
| Camille Hammond |
09/11/17 |
No! Shut up. Of course he didn't. But what if he DOES.
-most dramatic f-cking gasp ever-
Then you'll have to raise two babies because??? I'm not f-cking doing this???
-wobbles- |
| Camille Hammond |
09/11/17 |
-grabs her shoulders-
-shakes not so gently-
ELOUISE PRUDENCE. THERE CANNOT BE A BABY INSIDE OF ME. We literally just had this conversation and Atticus will tie cement blocks to my feet and throw me into the ocean.
-twitches-
If I ignore it, it'll just go away!
-sage nod- |
| Camille Hammond |
09/11/17 |
-rolls eyes-
-shoves handful of fruit snacks into her mouth-
-glowers-
No. I know what you're getting at, and no. That's the end of it!
|
| Camille Hammond |
09/11/17 |
-scoffs-
What the hell is that supposed to mean, Elouise?
-wanders around, snooping through snack boxes-
Of course we have protection. He has weapons. Plenty of them.
-steals a package of fruitsnacks- |
| Camille Hammond |
09/11/17 |
-huffs-
IMISSHER.
-involuntary lip wobble-
I'm going to go facetime her right now! |
| Camille Hammond |
09/11/17 |
-narrows eyes-
I promise not to eat you so long as you don't start looking or smelling like fried chicken. Or scrambled eggs. Or rhubarb pie?
-looks around-
I miss Cait. Can we go to London!? |
| Camille Hammond |
09/11/17 |
-snaps-
-growls-
HELL no. I'm starving. Do you have any ice cream?
-produces another from her pocket-
-tosses chicken bone- |
| Camille Hammond |
09/11/17 |
-wanders through-
-mowing down on a chicken wing like it's going to save her life-
|
| Soleil Whitaker |
09/11/17 |
Soleil and Rhiannon are thrilled to have their three-legged, cuddle loving canine back in New York; the brownstone finally feels like home again. The younger Whitaker sits on the edge of the kitchen counter, watching her wife put away the last of dinner's leftovers. She smiles, the happiness in her heart radiating throughout her muscles and bones. When Rhiannon retreats into the living room, Soleil pulls out her phone.
Out of impulse, she'd told Elouise to cut ties and delete her contact information. Perhaps hypocritically, she hadn't brought herself to do the same. Her thumbs hover over the touchscreen keyboard, poised to tap out a lengthy text expressing her feelings for the woman she'd once called her best friend. Instead, she types the two most honest words she knows.
Elouise
Thank you. - S |
| Atticus Hammond |
09/11/17 |
Herpes
Don't you have a hobby? |
| Elis Griffyn |
09/11/17 |
Elo
When you free next? I have a date tonight and another Thursday but I should be able to slip you one in one evening if you're bored and lonely. |
| Autumn Summers |
09/11/17 |
Elouise
Good, glad to hear it.
We love you, too. |
| Autumn Summers |
09/11/17 |
Elouise
Maybe. He sounds a bit... unhinged, so I wouldn't bet on it.
Keep yourself and Logan safe, aye? |
| Autumn Summers |
09/11/17 |
Elouise
It stands to reason he knows. He knew you were pregnant. Babies generally come after that.
Are you both safe there? |
| Autumn Summers |
09/11/17 |
Elouise
No harm done. I understand there isn't always time.
What happened? |
| Saito Eiji |
09/09/17 |
|
| Saito Eiji |
09/09/17 |
I'm gonna be straight, I've never even seen a child before. |
| Saito Eiji |
09/09/17 |
|
| Atticus Hammond |
09/09/17 |
Herpes
new phone who dis |
| Elis Griffyn |
09/08/17 |
Elo
I'm bloody waiting, woman. I've done all I can possible be do aside from turn to mist and shimmer to the goddamn airport like some sort of vampire. |
| Elis Griffyn |
09/08/17 |
Elo
I'm always cute. If you're wearing a onesie, I'm forcing you to sit alone in steerage. First Class is for the classy people. Be classy. |
| Elis Griffyn |
09/08/17 |
Elo
Jesus Christ, woman, it's a good thing I have so many air miles. First Class or I'm going home. Come pick me up - I'll grab my travel Scrabble. |
| Elis Griffyn |
09/08/17 |
Elo
Depends how you play your cards. You coming over or what? |
| Camille Hammond |
09/08/17 |
Smelouise
Jameson is not going to get to Logan while he is with me. You know that. This might be the safest place for the both of you. |
| Tucker Reid |
09/08/17 |
E.O.
Even the tabloids need some basis for their report. That story is not believable. Sorry. |
| Atticus Hammond |
09/08/17 |
Group-Chat:
Wifebae; Herpes
Atticus has left the Group-Chat. |
| Camille Hammond |
09/08/17 |
Groupchat:
Hubbae, Smelouise
Yes.. He's right here, I have him. What's going on, Elouise? |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/07/17 |
Elouise
He is my son. There's no use in fighting me. |
| Elis Griffyn |
09/07/17 |
Elo
It's whatever you want it to be. I'm not up to much so you can come over if you want and hang out. I'll ping you the address. No robe this time I'm afraid. |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/06/17 |
Elouise
Back in Africa? I'm coming for Logan. |
| Elis Griffyn |
09/06/17 |
Elo
Uh huh. Sure sure. Whatever you say. |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
09/05/17 |
Elouise
Where is the baby?? |
| Elis Griffyn |
09/05/17 |
Elo
And? |
| Tucker Reid |
08/27/17 |
Elouise O.
I haven't had blueberries in years. Hard to find them fresh in the Midwest. |
| Tucker Reid |
08/27/17 |
Elouise O.
Raspberries. Apples. It should be noted that I hate strawberries. |
| Tucker Reid |
08/27/17 |
Elouise O.
As you wish. Sauce for days on the way. |
| Tucker Reid |
08/27/17 |
Elouise O.
Fine. Is that all? You're not having any of my spring rolls once I get there. |
| Autumn Summers |
08/27/17 |
Elouise
I doubt he minded. He adores Logan. He loves babies and kids in general... so do I. Give the little one hugs and kisses for me. |
| Tucker Reid |
08/27/17 |
Elouise O.
I hadn't planned on it. Do you want something? |
| Autumn Summers |
08/27/17 |
Elouise
Of course! Strong genes.
Did you have a nice visit with Lucius? |
| Elis Griffyn |
08/27/17 |
Text:
Sure. Because I have a car here! Ha. I'll be there. I'll find something. |
| Tucker Reid |
08/27/17 |
Elouise O.
I guess so. But I'm going for Thai food. Already on my way. Nothing is keeping me from pad thai today. |
| Elis Griffyn |
08/27/17 |
Test:
Can I wear the gown? :P I'll be there in 10. Tell me where (and how) you want me. You're buying. |
| Elis Griffyn |
08/27/17 |
Text:
Where do you think I am? I'll send you my location. Ask for Mr Freely's room. Initials I.P. |
| Elis Griffyn |
08/27/17 |
Text:
Ummm...this:
|
| Tucker Reid |
08/27/17 |
Elouise O.
I'll bring a flashlight. That's the extent of what little help I'm able to offer. I've never even played. |
| Tucker Reid |
08/27/17 |
Elouise O.
I have neither a girlfriend nor a future wife. Did you need something? |
| Autumn Summers |
08/27/17 |
Elouise
He's your precious. |
| Autumn Summers |
08/27/17 |
Elouise
Absolutely precious... |
| Summer |
08/27/17 |
Elouise
It's gonna be yabai.
Does Logan have an outfit? He needs to be stitched for his first night at the club. |
| Summer |
08/26/17 |
Elouise
I've not seen many babies in clubs, but that doesn't mean we can't be trendsetters. Japanese are odd ducks and they love things that are kawaii. So like, that should mean Logan is allowed in without question. |
| Summer |
08/26/17 |
Elouise
YES. It's been ages since I've been to Tokyo. Sounds absolutely perfect. |
| Summer |
08/26/17 |
Elouise
Say when and where. I'll be there with my finest 'going out' attire. Spoiler: It ain't much. The good news is drinks will be free all night long. |
| Autumn Summers |
08/26/17 |
Elouise
Miss you too. How is everything? |
| Summer |
08/25/17 |
Elouise
B!tch who you tellin!
...oh, me. You're telling me, that's why you texted. Umm fvck yes? It's actually been a hot minute since I had such a good time I forgot what happened. |
| Elis Griffyn |
08/22/17 |
Elis grins and picks up his boombox, leaving the tequila bottles where they sit.
"You can have whatever you want AND I'll still make sure you get the toy." |
| Elis Griffyn |
08/22/17 |
"Ugh! You don't call, you don't text. How else am I meant to make you like me? I'm on the edge here, Elouise. I'm on the edge."
He drops his hands to his sides and sighs all the sighs a man could sigh in his current predicament.
"What else can I do?" |
| Elis Griffyn |
08/22/17 |
Oh! He had a plan for this bit too. And as the onesie-clad wonder appeared in the window, Elis put down the boombox and grabbed two packets of Cheetos. With hands securely gripped around the bags, he applied pressure and pop, their contents sprung into the air like cheesy, delicious confetti. He raised his voice and declares...
"YOU! I HEAR YOU GAVE YOUR HEAR TO ANOTHER WITHOUT GIVING ME THE CHANCE TO SHOW YOU MINE. SO I THOUGHT I'D TAKE THE NEXT LOGICAL STEP AND LET YOU FRIEND ZONE ME. ELOUISE, WILL YOU DO ME THE HONOUR OF LETTING ME SPOON YOU IN A ONSIE WHILE WE WATCH NETFLIX TOGETHER AND EAT ALL THE FOOD?" |
| Elis Griffyn |
08/22/17 |
With a boombox in his hands and tequila in bottles on the floor, Elis Griffyn stood before the doors to The Order and hit play.
"DON'T YOU WANT ME BAAAABY, DON'T YOU WANT ME OOOOOH-OH-OH-OH-..." |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/22/17 |
Elouise
Suit yourself. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/22/17 |
Elouise
Read 1:04 pm |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/22/17 |
Elouise
I said I'd fly back to Moscow as soon as I could.
I'm sorry I didn't drop everything this time around.
I hadn't realized that you're my sole priority. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/21/17 |
Elouise
Read 9:36 pm |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/21/17 |
Elouise
I'm coming to Moscow, Elouise.
I said I would. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/21/17 |
Elouise
You had an open invitation in New York.
Cannes is... it's different.
I'm not mad. I'll be in Moscow tomorrow. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/21/17 |
Elouise
No. Not okay. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/21/17 |
Elouise
Wow, rude.
I'll see what I can do. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/21/17 |
Elouise
I'm in Cannes. So, I can't be back like, right now.
And I'm not a lawyer, so I can't help you there, either.
But, give me a day or two, and I'll fly back, if you still want me there. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/21/17 |
Elouise
Lesbians. They're everywhere.
Is she cute, at least? |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/21/17 |
Elouise
You know me. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/21/17 |
Elouise
Just making sure.
What's up? |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/21/17 |
Elouise
This is Soleil. |
| Noura Orlav |
08/21/17 |
Drug Raccoon
I hope you choke. |
| Lucius Dalca |
08/18/17 |
Lucius was all but happy to take Logan into his arms and cuddle the tiny baby, "Such a handsome boy" He chuckled softly before answering Elouise, "Moana is a great movie! But why are you showing my newphew the Shining???" His eyes narrowed down at Elouise slightly before laughing again, "Thank you though for the room, Ill take it! We aren't moving from London though we just figured since we are going to be visiting Romania a lot then why not have a house there too, ya know? You can come and visit any time too. Its a bit warmer than Moscow." He paused then grin slightly.
"What snacks??" |
| Atticus Hammond |
08/18/17 |
Read at 4:01 PM |
| Atticus Hammond |
08/18/17 |
Text To: Diseased
Blue Waffle. |
| Atticus Hammond |
08/18/17 |
Text To: Herpes R US
That was a really lovely song. I wish I could hear you sing it. Unfortunately, the hazmat suit I'd be forced to wear in your vicinity makes it rather hard to hear. And, the most important part, I don't actually want to be near you. How the fvck did you get my number? Are you stalking me? |
| Lucius Dalca |
08/17/17 |
Lucius smiled when Elouise came out with Logan and hugged her back, "She is still in Romania with my folks. She wanted to do more house shopping but asked me to give you a hug and a kiss for Logan for her, which reminds me." He leaned over to give Logan a small kiss on the top of his head, "Hows is my adopted nephew doing??" He smiled wider at the baby then looked back up at Elouise, "I like Moscow. I heard of your invitation and decided to represent the coven. You got a room for me to stay in?" |
| Lucius Dalca |
08/17/17 |
Text: Elouise
I am not just going to come out to Moscow and not visit! Comonnnnnnn
Yas!
He texts her as he waits for the buzzer to make the sound the door is unlocked.
|
| Lucius Dalca |
08/17/17 |
Text: Elouise
Yo!! Im outside your place. Let me in :P |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/17/17 |
Elouise
Read 5:22 pm |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/17/17 |
Elouise
No. I'm not.
Cheers. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/17/17 |
Elouise
???? |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/17/17 |
Elouise
Emphatic no, then. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/17/17 |
Elouise
What is it that you even need my help with? |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/17/17 |
Elouise
That was a no, Elouise. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/17/17 |
Elouise
I can't help you there, love.
I'm not even in Moscow. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/17/17 |
Elouise
What makes you think I can help you there? |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/15/17 |
Elouise
I'm sorry. |
| Noura Orlav |
08/15/17 |
Drug Raccoon
Pretty sure you'll thank me one day.
Unless you caps lock harder. |
| Atticus Hammond |
08/15/17 |
new phone who dis |
| Atticus Hammond |
08/15/17 |
-doesn't give a rat's ass- |
| Atticus Hammond |
08/15/17 |
"No. Get the fvck away from me, Sasquatch. Buh-bye." |
| Atticus Hammond |
08/15/17 |
"I can promise I'm not flirty. Certainly not with you. I believe your leg-hair is longer than mine." |
| Atticus Hammond |
08/15/17 |
"Would you like to find out whether or not it's real, little lady?" |
| Atticus Hammond |
08/15/17 |
"... And just what the fvck are you?" |
| Soleil Whitaker |
08/15/17 |
Elouise
Didn't think you noticed.
Cannes. Rhiannon bought a new apartment right on the beach.
Love you too. |
| Noura Orlav |
08/14/17 |
Drug Raccoon
I'm everywhere, d-ck. |
| Noura Orlav |
08/14/17 |
Drug Raccoon
I don't sing. Period. |
| Noura Orlav |
08/14/17 |
Drug Raccoon
Uh oh.
I think Jameson just got out.
Let me text Ella real fast. |
| Noura Orlav |
08/14/17 |
Drug Raccoon
Turn it off, or I will f-cking show you uh oh. |
| Noura Orlav |
08/14/17 |
Drug Raccoon
It's like f-cking sandpaper to the brain. |
| Noura Orlav |
08/14/17 |
Drug Raccoon
You realize I can hear the f-cking music you're playing, right? |
| Jameson Orlav |
08/13/17 |
 |
| Tucker Reid |
08/13/17 |
E.W.
In that case, you should probably know that I'm a wanted felon. I also have the Declaration of Independence in my custody. |
| Jameson Orlav |
07/20/17 |
 |
| Jameson Orlav |
06/19/17 |
Elouise
Please stop texting me that you're in labor, it's not funny! |
| Jameson Orlav |
04/26/17 |
Elouise
Get home. Now. |
| Jameson Orlav |
04/20/17 |
*scoops up*
*twizzler hanging out of his mouth*
*trots off towards suite*
We have to start practicing. Rambo will be here soon and he's going to need a brother!!!! |
| Soleil Whitaker |
02/05/17 |
Elouise Orlav
I found Fish. He's perfect, isn't he?
 |
| Camille Hammond |
01/22/17 |
Excuse me, b-tch? |
| Jameson Orlav |
01/10/17 |
Mistress
Its because he can shoot the legs off a flea from 200 yards away.
Mistress
I'll take him in a mother fvcking rumble, any day.
Mistress
Now come upstairs I need you to spot me.
[Video Rec'd]
 |
| Jameson Orlav |
01/09/17 |
WifeSimmons
You've been nothing less than extraordinary this whole time. |
| Jameson Orlav |
01/09/17 |
*pauses Netflix*
*grabs phone*
Le Babe
I'm not strong enough to live in a world without you in it. |
| Jameson Orlav |
01/01/17 |
It takes only Elouise's entrance into the room for Jameson to forgo the rest of his work. She finds his lap, curling up easily as she always had. But before he fulfils his duty in the exchange of words, he pulls himself away if only slightly, fingers tucking behind the dip of her neck and thumbs pressing her chin to tip her head in the direction of his own.
And then he attacks. His lips to hers, taking his new year kiss late, but in its entirety.
"Babe.." He grins, words spoken against her lips, "I missed you." |
| Jameson Orlav |
01/01/17 |
Happy new year, Potato Rambo Orlav.💙 |
| Jameson Orlav |
12/30/16 |
Ellie
Tomorrow? Really? Promise? 😌 |
| Autumn Summers |
12/28/16 |
"You need to be telling your husband that, love, not me, though I am glad you're willing to talk to me about it," she softens the rebuke with her gratitude. Elouise may not be all there, or entirely reliable, but she's still a friend.
Leaning over, Autumn gives the other woman's cheek a kiss. There is nothing beyond a platonic relationship implied in the gesture. It's meant for affection and comfort.
"Indeed you will. Go on home and fix things. I know he adores you, and you him. You've had time to think and cool down. Off with you." Knocking back the rest of her Johnnie, Autumn winks and flashes a cheeky grin. "I promise not to take it personally." |
| Autumn Summers |
12/27/16 |
Autumn nods. She is not the type to nag. She makes a statement and leaves it up to whomever the words are directed at take them as they will. Elouise is no exception to this.
A faint, answering smile curls her lips. "It's amazing how easily another person can become your entire world, isn't it?"
The hand holding the smoke closes around the glass and brings it to her lips. Proper sips this time, savoring the scotch the way it should be.
"I'm glad you messaged me. If you do ever need a place to escape for a little while, you're always welcome at my house. It's big but just me and Maddie." The smile broadens.
Elouise is one of the few people outside her siblings Autumn considers to be a friend. |
| Jameson Orlav |
12/21/16 |
[video message]
Babe. You always look good.
Regardless, I'm on my way. |
| Jameson Orlav |
12/19/16 |
Elouise is laying flat against the floor. It was a good thing she decided to speak up or he would have stepped right on her. Still, Jameson can't help but think that she seems a little off. Her insistence that he sit procures a loosely furrowed brow over his gaze. Its as though she's about to tell him that she has the plague. Or wants to.. leave him.
He shutters as his heart flutters, but he sits. Not flat against the floor, but with his legs crossed beneath him. Then, without warning, she presents her ailment to him. Simply, with no argument or stall. It makes sense to him now. Her anguish. Her mourning.
Pregnant.
"El, you're.." Teeth grind blindly against his lip while he tries his hardest to digest, "Is this real? You really are?"
Jameson Orlav. Family man?
An energy begins to build inside of him, but it does not resemble anger, or bewilderment. He doesn't seem to be ill tempered or disappointed, but simply.. Happy. Happy as a grin spreads across his lips, lighting his eyes as the smile spreads over them. Jameson pounces, his limps wrapping around his wife, squeezing harder than he had realized as laughed into her hair.
"Fantastic! A baby. A baby? We're going to have a baby!" |
| Jameson Orlav |
12/16/16 |
Again, he gets another alarming text from Elouise. While she promises no trickery, he can't help but wonder what was waiting for him on the other side of the cell phone. It was just their thing. Playful banter. Frivolous lies. It was all in good fun, usually. But Jameson doesn't jump right away. Instead, he sends a text back;
Elouise
Be there soon.
And finishes up what he is working on, knowing that it won't take him very long. Numbers could always wait, but he's got so much meticulous work backed up on his desk. He would soon need to hire an assistant..
Soon, he finds his way to their suite. The door is open, as it often is during the day when they were around.
"Ellie?" Jameson pushes through the doorway, eyes searching the room for the blonde as he sheds his jacket. "Where are you? What's wrong?" |
| Jameson Orlav |
12/13/16 |
[video image]
 |
| Jameson Orlav |
12/09/16 |
 |
| Jameson Orlav |
12/09/16 |
I handle you juuuuust fine. |
| Jameson Orlav |
12/05/16 |
Did he get to sleep? Of course not. Not when she was out. Not until she got home. Always. Jameson sits up in bed, glasses setting against his nose as he read through his copy of a newly published medical resource journal. Boring? Maybe. But necessary.
Then she busted through the door. Brownie crumbling from her mouth. Eyes bloodshot. Tequila breath invading the room.
She was mad.
"Elouise?" He shuts the book, setting it to the side and throwing the covers from his legs. "What the.." Oh. The how. So Noura couldn't even wait 24 hours to turn his life upside down. "Listen, you're already making this into a bigger deal than it needs to be. Really." |
| Jameson Orlav |
11/13/16 |
To: The Nurse
From: The Doctor
[message]
I'm right here.. Where are you?!
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| Jameson Orlav |
11/07/16 |
You think so, do you?
You're not so bad yourself. |
| Jameson Orlav |
10/11/16 |
[multimedia message download:]
Guess who.
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| Jameson Orlav |
10/01/16 |
To: Princess Bride
From: Dashing Prince
[message]
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I've got a new onesie and cuddles for you.
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| Jameson Orlav |
09/29/16 |
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| Jameson Orlav |
09/29/16 |
Wait, just..
*grabs at*
*wrestles*
*attaches pin to the front of her blouse*
Mrs. Dr. Jameson K. Orlav
*grins*
In case you get lost. |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/29/16 |
Kind of just.. rolls off the tongue.
Elouise Orlav. Elouise Orlav.
Soon my army will be complete. |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/26/16 |
I like the sound of that much better.
*scoots close and wraps himself around her*
You're fast approaching the too late to get rid of me marker.
Beware. |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/26/16 |
*raises his brow and glances at*
What are you saying, Ellie?
You hope to be Mrs. Orlav one day?
*pinches at her cheek and smirks* |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/22/16 |
Elouise draws away from their simple embrace and the in sudden lack of connection between thrm, Jameson almost allows a sound of detest to emanate from within his throat. The man brings down soft white teeth against his lower lip for a split second, catching the sound before it falls from his mouth.
Stubborn.
She stares at him, waiting for him to break the silence, but he allows it to linger. Maybe longer than Elouise would have preferred, but Jameson doesn't get moments. Not moments of the savoring sort, at any rate. So he would allow them what felt like eons to digest the energy. After all, it had taken them many pranks and morph-child deaths to get here.
"Finally." Jameson's hand moves from the space in her hair and his fingertips are trailing lightly over the delicate skin of her jaw. This is before his hand cups at her cheek, and his thumb begins to rub absently at the corner of her mouth and over her chin. His expression is soft, and his eyes dance wildly. Aflame with amusement. Eagerness. Excitement.
"I didn't think you'd ever stop talking long enough for me to do that, princess."
Would he really be Jameson if he didn't get his kicks in where they fit? |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/21/16 |
Breathing wasn't on Jameson's mind. He may not have even noticed if he'd stopped. The man is completely oblivious. Had his own breathing become erratic now that he'd initiated an outward display of sorts? When she looked up at him, searching for certainty with those bright eyes of hers, did his own breath hitch?
He couldn't be sure. But what he was confident about was the fluidity of his movement, and the way his reactions to her always seemed to come naturally. Jameson's instinctive way of feeding off of Elouise's energy was filled with nothing if not positivity.
So when he begins to lean forward once more, and his fingers find the mess of blonde tucked behind her ear, he doesn't think twice about allowing them to tangle. One hand finds the curve of her back to pull her just a little closer, and Jameson's touch is more gentle than he seems capable as his hand cradles the nape of her neck. All of his hesitation melts when he finally presses his lips against her own, simple and unassuming. |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/21/16 |
Curious eyes have dropped to where her hands have reached for the fabric of his jacket, flattening against the leather. A grin may have tugged at the onset of his mouth at the corner almost involuntarily as she spoke.. As it often did. Jameson is a stubborn man, and being such meant he was not normally the type to be read. It seemed much harder for him to hide with this damn quinoa around all the time.
He would not complain.
"Yes, fine." Jameson leans against her touch just a little, until her hands wander to the tops of his shoulders, "You do deserve it. Props are in order for your taco enthusiasm and your willingness to dress in matching onesies."
He's rolling his eyes, but he smiles. A toothy, almost goofy grin. He's amused, whole heartedly and without an excuse or a cover.
There's very little warning when Jameson leans in and the inches between them close quickly. He stops when the stubble of his face is brushing against the perfectly smooth skin of her own. In an apparent display of affection, the man nuzzles the very tip of his nose and lips against her cheek, and if she paid close attention, she would feel him smile.
"Its kněžna, you potato." Because even in the midst of a moment the man just can't help himself. |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/19/16 |
Jesus, Elouise. I don't have f*cking rabies.
*furrows brow*
Has anyone ever told you that you're ridiculous!? I mean truly, inexplicably, undisputedly... *trails off*
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| Jameson Orlav |
09/17/16 |
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| Jameson Orlav |
09/17/16 |
Cleaning you up? Hmmmm.
Well, I mean, there are always exceptions to every rule...
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| Jameson Orlav |
09/05/16 |
Look at all these pretty new pictures.
As if we needed any more of your mug around here.
*pfft's*
*smirks* |
| Jameson Orlav |
08/30/16 |
I am the law, little lady. |
| Jameson Orlav |
04/25/16 |
Blonde? Redhead?
I'm all about team Jameson. Look at this dashing head of brown hair. |
