The Pact discussion

Everybody loves a good ole cup of java.

Ryelle sat on the first step outside of the Café, drinking one of those italian lemonades that they sold. She didn't want to sit inside, she could feel the looks that she was getting from anyone due to her swollen belly. She wasn't part of the pact, but no one asked her that, everyone just assumed. She gave a fierce glance to a group of girls staring at her and whispering a few feet away from her, then just gave up and kept her head down. She got it, she had the image of a trouble child, of course they had to assume things of her. Normally she didn't care, but this time was different. She kept her head down as she stroked her stomach and sipped her drink.

(Just wondering, as they are both labbelled as trouble by everyone and are outcasts, do they know each other or not?)

Kasper Wild walks through a group of sniggering girls, they all stop as he passes. They always do. Some are obviously sizing him up and batting their overly made up eye lashes at him. Kasper resists the urge to roll his dark eyes wide. Others look terrified like he might bite them. But Kasper likes it that way, most assume outcasts have no mates because they're weird or damaged, Kasper is both, but that's not the reason. Kasper doesn't hate people, he doesn't particularly care either way. Kasper is alone because he CHOOSES to be, simple as. There doesn't always have to be a bloody reason. Kasper has been dangerous all his life and he's used to it. He doesn't apologise for existing, not ever. Kasper pulls his hands out of his leather jacket, his plain black t-shirt, dark jeans and biker boots only add to his back off vibe. Kasper runs a hand through his messy black hair and ignores the girls who are brave enough to even TRY and talk to him.

(Hmm. I know that My charrie is labeled about trouble, not sure about yours, but let's make this their first meeting, unless you have something in mind.)

Ryelle looks up at the girls, who seemed to have stopped their whispering to look at a guy coming up the street. He was well built, and it was obvious that the girls were trying to get his attention. She sighed and rolled her eyes, reaching behind her ear and stroking her newest tattoo, a nervous habit of hers. Besides her one mistake that got her pregnant, she never really bothered with love. Growing up with a single, broken mother only made her love two things, her raven black hair, and how easily she could cut it. She never really set out for love, and she found it funny how far some people went to impress the opposite sex. It ruined peoples lives, how far the went for their opted love, she saw no purpose. She silently laughed to herself and murmured. "töricht Mädchen" to herself. (view spoiler)[ Translation: Foolish girls (hide spoiler)] A chill came into the air all of the sudden, and she zipped up her leather jacket as much as she could, but she found herself swollen to the point that the zipper would burst if she grew even a bit more.

(Mine is the same, labelled trouble and dangerous all his life. I think they have the same personalities, hard as nails on the outside but with inner turmoil on the inside. I didn't know if you wanted to add a twist like maybe they met when they were both out of it and don't recognise each other, then they could find out he's the father in an odd twist but they don't remember each other until much later on. But we can just make this their first meeting if you'd rather x)

Kasper pushes through the crowd not caring what they want to say to him. Kasper has never had much time for relationships. It's not his way. Kasper has had more one night stands than he can rememeber. Sex is sex, it's not love. Kasper doesn't want or need to love someone, not in that way. He will never be the family type, it's not in his nature to be that person. He doesn't judge though, if morons want to pretend they're in love then at the age of 9 or whatever then let them. Just one more painful thing in life, and Kasper has had enough of those as it is. Kasper is so broken that he's pretty sure he couldn't love someone even if he wanted to. He keeps hearing people whisper about the 'pact' whatever the fuck that is, it sounds ridiculous, just a load of idiots who wouldn't know real suffering if it came up and smacked them upside the head. Kasper see's a girl, she is beautiful in a rough edged way, she isn't like the girls in their groups. It's obvious she's pregnant, but she doesn't seem like the type to get involved with something so stupid like the 'pact'. Kasper's dark cobalt blue eyes meet hers, his show nothing. Kasper wants to write, that's all. He wouldn't survive without his writing, it keeps him at least semi sane. Kasper goes over and sits next to her, not too close, but not that far either. He gets out the writing pad he tkes everywhere and a pen from his boot. He doesn't say anything, sometimes there isn't anything to say. And Kasper doesn't like talking about nothing.

((Oh, that sounds good, Let's do that, but right now they won't know each other until the get to know each other more ;) this could be really fun. And I agree, they are both a lot the same so I think it would work, lets go with that!))


Her eyes follow him as he sits next to her, pulling out a notepad. His eyes were pretty, and she recognized them from somewhere, perhaps a movie or something. She stays completely still a while longer. She liked how he looked at her dead in the eye. In a way, it was the nicest thing someone had done to her since she came here a little less than a year ago. He acknowledged that she was there, unlike everyone else that kept their heads down and eyes averted. It made her feel good, like she was a human being instead of some creature with three heads. She opened and closed her mouth, not sure about starting up a conversation. Usually she left people alone, but he seemed different. The girls had lost interest and walked off, and they were alone save a few people coming in and out of the café randomly. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, thinking of what she could possibly say to him to strike up a conversation. She finally built up the courage to say something.
"What are you doing?" She asked, her german accent just recognizable in her voice. She nodded to his writing pad.

(Excellent x)

Kasper looks up slowly, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers again. Most people hate it when he does that, it makes them uncomfortable. Kasper can hear her slight accent, defintely European, most likely German. Maybe it was a weird thing to notice, but Kasper has always been overly perceptive. It's what makes him a good writer but also pisses people off, because it scares them. No one likes have the truth of themselves reflected back at them. Kasper already knows who he is, he doesn't need someone to tell him. The girl looks strikingly familiar, but he can't for the life of him figure out where from. Kasper closes his writing book and places the pen over his ear. He raises a pierced eyebrow and says, "Trying to figure out how to tell you that you're sitting in my writing spot. How about you, spot stealer?", a small smirk comes through on his face. The girl is like him, he can tell. She's one of his kind, basically, completely out of place.

She arched an eyebrow at him, a small smirk coming across her lips "Well, cupcake." She began. "I'm afraid I was here far before you, and have no intentions of moving." She crossed her arms. "Plus, you wouldn't kick a pregnant woman out of a perfectly good spot, now would you?" She said, mockingly batting her eyes and trying to act innocent. She took another sip out of her lemonade. He seemed like her, a lot like her. They were both outsiders in an insane world, well it seemed that way, although he was good looking, it was tough to think that he would have trouble with ladies.


((sorry, have to go for a little while. Be back later. Sorry for the short post))

Kasper's smirk spreads just a little wider and he pretends to consider the question, he rubs his jaw in 'thought'. There is still some left over dark stubble across his jaw. He runs a hand through his black hair, a habit he can't seem to break and his cobalt blue eyes spark silver, it looks like a flash of lightening is going through his iris. Kasper can't stop it, sometimes they spark that way, it scares most people. He isn't sure why, do they think he's going to shoot them with lightening from his eyes? Then again people tend to fear things they cannot explain, that's pretty much the story of Kasper's life. Everyone tries to figure him out, but they never can. Kasper is a private person. Girls especially have a certain longing to 'change' him. They think his dangerous personality and chaotic eyes are interesting, that pisses Kasper off in every way. He often used to wonder if they'd be half as 'interested' if he wasn't competely gorgeous, the answer is quite obviously no. But this girl seems different. Despite being pregnant he can see that she is a very beautiful girl, maybe not in the sterotypical sense, but in a tough way that Kasper has always liked.
"Kick you...no. But if my writing goes to shit because you STOLE my place then thats all on you, so as long as you can live with that." he teases lightly and leans forward instead of back, he clicks his tongue bar against his teeth for a moment and watches her intensly.

"Darling." She started in an overly nice tone. "I believe that the definition of stealing is taking something that is already claimed. When I came to this spot, it was empty and unclaimed. It isn't like I came in, sat on your lap and demanded that you get out, no, darling, I did no such thing." She said, taking a piece of her short hair and twirling it in between her fingers.
"Plus." She said, going back to her old tone. "A truly fantastic writer is able to create a masterpiece anywhere, despite where they are, I suggest practicing that." She leaned back and placed a hand on her stomach. "What do you write about, anyway?" She asked, leaning in and trying to see what he was writing. She couldn't see the words for her angle, so she gave up and leaned back. She looked around. They weren't getting too many looks from any passerbys, they averted their eyes, they obviously looked like a trouble couple that should be avoided. She scoffed, knowing again about the judging. Of course, This man was gorgeous, she doubted that he had trouble getting girls that were only looking at him skin-deep, but he didn't seem like the type to bother with girls. Of course, she wasn't considered pretty in the eyes of most, most people saw her short, messy, self-cut hair and tattoos and assumed that of her, but she was sure that if she had the long golden hair, blue eyes, and slender figure that everyone opted for, then she wouldn't be labelled as trouble, but because she chose to look a certain way, she was set up to be ignored.

Kasper watches the girl, amused immensly by her tone. He takes every detail of her in, he likes her hair, it's completely messed up. He honeslty can't stand perfect hair, he doesn't even know why really. Maybe because it's just one more fake thing to have to suffer through. He likes the the curve of her jaw and neck, he could write about her face for hours. Hell, he might. Kasper answers in his deep voice, the words coming out smoothly, "People. What else is there that has the potential for change? We can only hope anyway. I like looking at peopleand imagining their whole life, their every insecurity, every secret, every painful and most wild moment."
He says it becuase it's the truth. Kasper has always had the need to write even when he was a child. Kasper remembers sitting in the cuboard in his kitchen when he was a lot younger and writing in a notepad that he'd stolen a awhile before. He'd been bleading from his nose and from a cut on his forehead, that cut is now a scar that runs through his dark pierced eyebrow. The bar through his eyebrow doesn't cover it. Kasper has never felt any need to hide his outer scars, it's the ones of the inside that cause chaos. Kasper had felt the strong need to write even back then, to describe every feeling both physical and emotional.

Now she was curious. She had tried to write before, she would get an idea, but would have so much trouble putting it onto paper that she eventually gave up and quit writing. She had problems with it anyway, she found that randomly in the middle of writing an english story she would subconsciously switch languages, sometimes mid sentence, and start writing in one of her other languages, making her papers unreadable to anyone but her, so she gave up on her writing. Though she didn't write anymore, she loved reading anything, and she was curious now about this mans writing. She scooted herself a bit closer to him, not very gracefully due to her stomach, but it was subtle enough.
"What would you say about me?" She asked, arching an eyebrow. Mostly, she could guess what people would normally say about her, but he seemed different, more aware, for the lack of a better word. It seemed like he already knew her, like they had been friends since the beginning of time, it seemed, and that he knew her every flaw and insecurity and every thought that went through her head. It was a weird feeling, but she liked it.

Kasper doesn't need to think about her question or even hesitate. From the moment he saw her Kasper knew she was something different, a person he could actually like. Which is really saying a lot considering some of the idiots around here. She's beautiful to him in ways that others may over look. More than that he has a strange feeling like they are connected somehow. It's like an invisible cord of electricity binds them together.
He looks deeply into eyes that are fierce in a way he cannot help but like, it calls to the wilder side of him. "I would write that you have pale skin like the sky when it's early and light is just beginning to skim the surface. I would write that your eyes are grey like a storm ready to create something both chaotic and horribly beautiful. I would write that your face is everything i could want to write about. I could write all night and neve be done. I would write that i can hear so much to your voice that even if writing isn't for you then speaking in those languages definitely is. I know what it's like, my mother used to shout in Italian and now every time i shout my words turn into italian too. But most importantly i would write that you have an inner strength that is striking and unforgetable. Not many people do what they truly want, and i admire that in you because i know we are the same" he answers completely seriously.

She was taken aback about what he said. The words were striking and beautiful, she had never heard so many complements about herself anymore. Her mother was never sober enough to slur out a complement, and the only thing her aunt ever said to her about her looks were that she looked like her father. She couldn't help but blush. The blush looked like a deep crimson against her pale face, and she couldn't help it. She had never blushed over a guy before, save the time that she got pregnant, but she found it embarrassing to be so easily baffled by his words.
"Thank you." She said, letting out a shaky breath and brushing her fingers behind her ear. "Thats beautiful. Never give up on writing, because you have a gift." She said, keeping her eyes low and turning away so he couldn't see her blush.

She is clearly affected by his words, although he hadn't meant for it to be that way. He'd simply been speaking the truth. Kasper does not have many morals, with the kind of life he used to live how could he? But there are some lines he just doesn't cross. For example, he doesn't lie, not ever. Kasper also doesn't make promises he cannot keep, to him thats just a disguised version of lying. Kasper reacs out and touches her reddeing cheek, his fingers stroke over her jaw gently, the caress is strangely possessive. He pulls back sudddenly when he realises he may be over stepping. His eyes still burn into hers, both their gazes like blue fire meeting a silver storm.
"What's your name then?" he asks.

She smiled, her blazing cheeks quieting down and returning to their normal shade. "Ryelle, Ryelle Frinton." She said, just realizing that they hadn't exchanged pleasantries yet. It was weird, but reflecting on their previous conversation, it dawned on her that she didn't even know his name. It was weird, it seemed almost as if she knew him like a friend, but there they were, complete strangers to each other. She looked into his piercing blue eyes, once again recognizing them from somewhere locked away in her mind. "Yours?" She asked quietly. She decided that this man in front of her was the only one that she could truely trust, because they were alike, they understood each other.

Sasha Miller walked up the sidewalk, the clouds overhead looked threatening. They were dark, almost black in color, and the deep rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance. Sasha's face fell some, great, just what I need. Rain on top of everything else.. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, it had been an emotional day already. She'd just left the free clinic, they had confirmed what she had already known deep inside. She was pregnant. PREGNANT. Oh God, my dad's going to kill me. She thought with panic coursing through her. Three weeks pregnant. That meant that the one night... the night he had forced her... That (view spoiler)[bastard (hide spoiler)] had gotten her pregnant. Sasha pulled her dark, jean jack closer around her. She wasn't showing yet, thank goodness. She'd worn a tunic type dress to the appointment, black, with white tights underneath, and black ballet flats. She hadn't wanted to look too out of place, just normal for once, so she could blend in.

Sasha stopped outside of the cafe, how many times had she been in here? Too many to count. It always gave her comfort. Sasha pulled the door open, the smells wrapped around her like a warm blanket. Breads, coffee, creamers, fresh fruit, all of it made her feel like she was coming home for some reason. Sasha walked in, just as the door closed the rain outside let loose. "Just in time," She whispered beneath her breath, she walked up to the counter and ordered a vanilla latte, and a cinnamon bun. She only ordered cinnamon bun's from the cafe, they were made from scratch and had pecans in them that made the buns just right. She went to a table to wait for her order to be done. A messenger bag had been slung across her form, she slipped it off and put it down beside her. Sasha pulled out a well worn notebook, iPod, headphones and pen. After putting Christina Perri on, and plugging her headphones in she opened the book up about midway, it was full of her thoughts, fears, hopes, dreams, and the monstrosities in her life. She started writing in cursive, the words just poured out from her soul onto paper. Her coffee and food arrived but she ignored it, letting it sit there beside her as her writing continued. Unknowingly tears slid down her face silently.

Josie walked inside, debating whether or not she could afford a drink and a little snack. Caffeine wasn't good for pregnancy... Right? She frowned, deciding to play it safe. Josie ordered a green tea and waited for her drink by the counter. She needed to get her mind off of things, especially off of Daniel. All he seemed to see their old relationship as was a way to get her in bed. But she still couldn't understand the reason why he had left her so much sooner than the other girls she knew of. Whatever it was, she never seemed to be enough for any guy. That would be the last relationship she ever tried to have. Too many guys had left her already, and none of them ever seemed to care about what it meant for her. Josie had no one left.

Ryley grabbed a cup a coffee

Jojo wrote: "She smiled, her blazing cheeks quieting down and returning to their normal shade. "Ryelle, Ryelle Frinton." She said, just realizing that they hadn't exchanged pleasantries yet. It was weird, but r..."

Kasper knows she can feel it too, the cord that has them binded. Kasper can't even begin to explain the feelings he is having for a girl he has only just met. Kasper has met a lot of girls, pretty girl, funny girls, smart girls, but none of them have ever looked at him the way she is. Like she isn't trying to work him out, not because she can't, but because she doesn't need to, she already knows. Kasper has a feeling Ryelle isthe kind of young woman that would get under his skin forever. Kasper reaches out again but instead places his hand over hers, the touch feels like being hit by some kind of lightening bolt that spreads through his entire body. His dark eyes betray nothing however as he says
"My name is Kasper Wild. Ryelle, i like it, storm eyes".

She smiled and glanced down at their hands. She didn't blush this time, she got herself under control. "Kasper." She said, trying out the word on her tongue. "Kasper Wild. Suits you." She looked up at him. "Just a warning, call me Rylie and you will end up with a fist in your face." She shrugged with a smirk on her face. "Now, Kasper, what would you think your girlfriend would do if she saw us here, right now?" She asked, half joking. He was good looking, he was a bad boy, she had no doubt that probably had girls lining up for when he stopped talking to her. He could be playing her for all she knew, but she had the huge urge to find out, and dig deeper, find out who he really was. It wasn't a feeling she had had before, mostly she wanted to stay away from people, but this guy was different. She kept her eyebrows arched as she waited for him to answer the question. "What do you have to say, Ghosty?"

A dangerous smirk spreads over Kasper's face, he strokes a pattern over the side of her hand with his thumb. His dark as sin eyes never leave hers as he replies,
"I've never had girlfriend, most 'girls' can't handle who i really am. They see a badass with tattoo's who they think they can change, someone they can use to piss off their daddies. But once they learn that this isn't an act, that i really am this bad, not 'nice', they get scared. They should be", his tone becomes deadly only for a moment, his cobalt eyes flashing silver. Kasper looks down at her hand then back up, any traces of true emotion gone in an instant. Kasper has had to learn all his life to switch off his emotions, to not let them show, its the only way to survive in his world. His eyes meet hers again and he says, "I'd ask about your boyfriend but i don't care what he'd think", only half teasing. Kasper has a weirdly possessive feeling come over him, it's not something he's ever felt before.

Apoorva wrote: "Josie walked inside, debating whether or not she could afford a drink and a little snack. Caffeine wasn't good for pregnancy... Right? She frowned, deciding to play it safe. Josie ordered a green t..."

Daniel walked through the front door of the cafe, his eyes scanning the room. He froze when his eyes landed on Josie. Why was it that he always found her wherever he went? Daniel wasn't sure if he should stay or not because it would make things awkward, but it would look bad if he left now. So he made his way over to the counter next to Josie and ordered a coffee. "Hey again, Josie," he said, glancing over at her. She looked worried or.... confused. Maybe he should just take his drink and leave but he was interested to see how Josie would react to him being here. He was guessing that she still wasn't very happy with him because of what he said earlier that day. Daniel had never been the type of person to think before he spoke and he never put anyone's feelings into consideration either.

Bridie-No excuses. No apologies. No Regrets wrote: "A dangerous smirk spreads over Kasper's face, his strokes a pattern over the side of her hand with his thumb. His dark as sin eyes never leave hers as he replies,
"I've never had girlfriend, most '..."

She raised an eyebrow."I don't believe that. Your hot, your a bad boy, and your well built, muscular. I'm sure that you and some girls might have a flirtationship, and if you deny it, I am going to assume that you are lying to me unless you prove otherwise, darling." She said in a playful tone. When she heard the comment about her boyfriend, she threw her head back and laughed. "Moi?" She asked, the word coming out weird due to her accent. "Boys wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole, what makes you think that I would have a boy-" She stopped mid sentence and stared down at her stomach. "...No, I'm alone on this one, don't know who the father is." She explained, putting a hand on her stomach. "I'm not part of that stupid 'pact' or whatever it is called. I thought about it when I first realized when I was pregnant, but decided not to, I find it to be a stupid trend." She finished her sentence off, slightly embarrassed. She probably looked like one of those girls that sleeps with everyone, and that's why she got pregnant. This is far from the truth though. It was her first time, and the memory was fuzzy due to her alcohol last night. Her face went vacant as she tried to recall the memory of what happened.

Kasper intertwines his fingers through hers. Kasper see's the vacant look come over her. He never thought she was part of the pact and he's glad he was correct. For some reason he still can't shake the thought that they've met before, it's doing his head in trying to work it out. Kasper instnctively wants to bring Ryelle back to him. He leans forward and whispers in her ear, his breath hot, his lips brushing against it, "I've fucked plenty" deciding to be completely honest, "but there's a difference between wanting someone for that one moment and wanting them forever. I never thought for a second that you were in the pact, there is something about you my strong stormy eyed girl, i like it, i want it.". Kasper pulls back, his lips trailing over her cheek as he moves. Kasper watches her carefully, "But there are a few things about me that even you wouldn't like" he says.

Her flashback was broken by the feeling of lips on her face. Reality comes rushing toward her and she does the tiniest of gasps, due to surprise. She quickly went back to her old self again, and half smiled, she looked into his eyes, giving him one last look of knowingness, then placing her lips on his ear and whispering, so quietly that it was barely audible. "There are things with me that you wouldn't like, either. There are things about me that are better left unknown and left out, the things that set me apart from society, things that have changed everything, I have seen rock bottom and thought of the darkest things, there isn't much you could say to faze me, so try your worst and spill your secrets, Geist Jungen" She said, removing her lips from his ear and sighing. "We're both kind of messed up, its just that you are attractive so you can get away with it." She said with a smile.

Kasper watches her intensly unable to stop himself. Even though her hair is cut very short Kasper still pushes a strand of her dark hair behind her small suprisingly delicate ear. The back of his hand brushes her skin and he finds himself liking the contact more than he would normally. Kaspers strange eyes look deeply into hers, he can see insecurity, even though she mayb joke about it, is very real.
"You have no idea how beatiful you are to me stormy eyed girl. There is nothing about you that i don't like, a presumptious statement, yes, but that doesn't make it untrue. We are the same, as i said, we're broken, different, as we will always be. Life is harsh and we know it. I have done many bad things, and i cannot even say i regret them. But if you never believe a single word i say ever again then believe this one thing, you are the most beautiful woman i have ever met, get over it" he says seriously.

She rolled her eyes. "How many other girls have you said that to?" She asked, but it was mostly rhetorical. She wasn't used to complements, she had grown up in a world lacking in praise, she never recalled ever being called beautiful except for just now. It was a warm feeling inside of her. his words were true, they were broken toys, set out by everyone else because of it, but you start to realize, that as soon as you are put out of a group, then you stop thinking like a group and start thinking for yourself, and as soon as you start to do that, then you realize things, you start seeing things for what they really are. It was weird, she was all alone in this world, going to take care of two kids by the end of the year, but somehow this one man had made everything so much better.
Her pocket buzzed, it was her phone. She previously hadn't had a phone, her mother couldn't afford it, not that she would call anyone anyway, but she knew who it was. The only contact on there, her aunt. She already knew what it was going to say, the same thing that it had said for the last four months. It buzzed again and she sighed. "Sorry." She reached in and pulled the phone out, reading the text message;

Hey, dear, I just missed my flight and I am having so much fun, I just need a couple more days then I will be back, love you

A few seconds later, another text came through.

Has anything bad happened lately? You haven't been saying much lately.

Ryelle stared down at the screen, and sighed. Aunt Quinta was getting suspicious. She sighed, her aunt didn't know that she was pregnant, and she didn't know how she was going to tell the woman other than her coming home one day and seeing two babies that are apparently her niece's. Aunt Quinta was a nice woman, she was just very uncaring in the first place, but as soon as you make a mistake she was mad. Ryelle bit her lip. "Well, I'm in deep shit now." She said, staring down at the texts.

Kasper arches a pierced eyebrow and says, "She doesn't know then? How far along are you?" asks, simply interested. Kasper has no idea why her being pregnant doesn't bother him, it should, if he was any other man. But Kasper likes this woman, a lot, and that doesn't happen often for him. Kasper has never really felt this connected to someone. Except maybe once, but he was out of it then and he can't remember anything about her. Actually, that's not true, he can remember a tattoo, a tattoo on the girl's back. But even that's hazy, it had been right before he'd gone to prison.

"Six months." She replied. "She left right before I got pregnant. She said that she would be back in two weeks, but that was four months ago. My aunt lives an extremely lavish, rich, lifestyle, and I thought that I could tell her about me when she got back, but she hasn't come back, so I'm not going to tell her. We live in a large house, a mansion, really, I think there would be room for two more, but then again, she might kick me out and I will be on my own then." She said, biting her lip in thought. "Honestly, only time will tell, but boy, I'm anxious to get it all done and over with." She said with a sigh. "But I doubt you want to hear of my woes, it was my fault I got pregnant, I was drunk and everything sounds like a good idea when you are drunk. In my house we have an extensive wine cellar, and I thought that I would test it out one night...and well, the only thing I remembered from that night me thinking how gorgeous this man that I met was..." She scratched her head. "It's weird, its like, I can't remember his face or anything."

♥ Coco ♥ wrote: "Apoorva wrote: "Josie walked inside, debating whether or not she could afford a drink and a little snack. Caffeine wasn't good for pregnancy... Right? She frowned, deciding to play it safe. Josie o..."

Josie looked over at Daniel, smiling a little. "Hey," she said. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said all that back there. It isn't my place to judge what girls you date. And really I should know by now that you want no part in this whole thing, raising a child and all. It's not your problem really." In a way it was his kid as much as it was hers, but if he wasn't going to be a part of its life than she had no choice but to raise it herself. Josie sighed, deciding that she was done with the arguing for now. There was no way she could change his attitude towards her if he didn't care. "So, you gonna meet up with that girl from the docks? She seemed... Nice."

"Don't apologize, Josie. Just... don't." Daniel had never been a big fan of apologies and hearing one from Josie was almost too much to take. It wasn't as if he cared that Josie spoke that way about the past girls he was with. Hell, he had never cared about those girls. He was just trying to prove a point. But what she said next really set him off. Why did she have to bring up the kid? He didn't want to hear about it, now or ever again. "Are you trying to make me feel guilty? Because it's not working." Daniel didn't think he was even capable of guilt, but there was a small part of him that felt bad about what he was doing to Josie. He was acting like a total asshole and she already had enough to deal with. Daniel took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "I'm not sure about her. Ever's different. In a good way, of course."

"Guilty? What, now I'm not allowed to talk about our... My own child with you?" Josie shook her head, exasperated. She got her drink, sipping it slowly. It seemed like Danny just always assumed that everything she said was to hurt him. "I'm not asking for your help. I can handle it, I always have. I just thought we were talking, that's all." Josie shrugged. "If you don't want to talk to me anymore you don't need to, Danny. But to be honest it really hurts sometimes when you make it sound like I don't matter at all to you. I'm happy you see her as different than all of your exes though."

"Actually, yes, I would prefer that you didn't talk about the kid anywhere near me. It's not exactly something I want to hear about right now." Daniel could feel a headache coming on so he was greatful when he received his coffee. He took a long drink of the hot liquid, trying to stall to avoid talking about this. But, of course, she brought the topic back up again. "And I'm not offering my help, so we're even," he retorted, wishing more than anything that the coffee was alcohol instead. Then he would be able to tell Josie how he was really feeling and just get it over with. But without the alcohol, he would never let those words fall from his lips. "What do you think this is, a therapy session? I don't want to hear about your feelings, Josie," he grumbled, setting the coffee cup back on the counter. "I said that she was different. I didn't say that I would treat her any differently than my exes."

Josie looked down, knowing that if she made eye contact with him she wouldn't be able to take it. "Well, maybe you should have thought about that before knocking me up," she mumbled. "At least you can actually walk away, and just get me out of your life. I have no other options." It was so frustrating how he treated it all like one huge argument, when she wasn't trying to argue with him at all. Josie swallowed past the lump in her throat, forcing herself to look at him. "No Danny. I thought that this was you showing a little sympathy to give me just a little break from my joke of a life. I get it, okay? You don't care about me. But would it be so hard not to keep reminding me of that? And good luck to her then."

"Don't act like this is all my fault. You played a key role in it too," Daniel snapped, tired of the accusations that Josie kept throwing at him. Yeah, he got her pregnant, but if she knew that he wouldn't step up and be the father, why did she keep bringing it up? She said that she wasn't trying to guilt him into it yet she constantly talked about it. "You have plenty of options. Get an abortion. Give it up for adoption. But you and I both know that you aren't financially stable enough to have another mouth to feed." There, he said it. He meant to say it a little less harshly, but instead it came out sounding pretty rude, as if he thought she was poor. And he didn't think that, well, not really. All he knew was that she struggled for money because she had so many jobs. Daniel glanced over at Josie. She still looked upset. "Sympathy? Really? You expect a lot of me. I've never been one to be sympathetic." He didn't bother replying to the bit about caring. Maybe a little piece of him cared, but he had yet to find it in the unconcerned mind of his.

"I never said it was all your fault! I just said that I didn't know what to do. A little help would have been nice. That's just you I guess." Josie breathed deeply, trying to stay calm and not make a scene. "What did you just say? I can't exactly afford an abortion either, and I am not giving it up for adoption. I don't want my child to spend his or her life alone, or feeling unwanted." Mostly, she just didn't want to leave them alone like she was left alone. His next comment did it for her. "I can take care of it, I always have. You don't think I can handle it? And yeah, I thought that you would be sympathetic, or at least try to understand what I'm going through. I don't know what the hell you call 'a lot', but sympathy really isn't a lot to ask. You can't even give me that." She sighed. "Did you? Do on it on purpose I mean. Did you mean to do it?"

Jojo wrote: ""Six months." She replied. "She left right before I got pregnant. She said that she would be back in two weeks, but that was four months ago. My aunt lives an extremely lavish, rich, lifestyle, and..."

For some reason the thought of Ryelle being alone made Kasper's heart feel like it's burning. He takes hold of her hand, he holds it part protectively and almost possessively. Kasper puts a hand under her chin and makes her look at him dead in the eyes. His dark cobalt blue eyes burn like blue fire as he watches her tently. He says only half teasing, "Well now i'm jealous my stormy eyed girl. I understand what it's like to make a mistake that you can only ever half regret. It's why i went to prison in the first place", his thumb strokes over her hand.

She didn't feel like it was the time to smile right now, but she did anyway. His caressing touch and deep eyes made her feel protected and safe. What he said echoed in her ears as she focused on the feeling of his hand on her chin. "Prison?" She murmured back, only really listening to the last sentence of what he said. It was if his touch intoxicated her, and she was unable to think straight. "Let me hear that one." She said with a smile, turning back to her old self. She moved herself closer to him, they were almost touching. "That sounds like a story to be told." A tiny raindrop fell on her, a cloudburst was coming by the looks of it.

((should we maybe move threads because there are other people rping here? It might get a bit confusing.))

Apoorva wrote: ""I never said it was all your fault! I just said that I didn't know what to do. A little help would have been nice. That's just you I guess." Josie breathed deeply, trying to stay calm and not make..."

"Well, you're acting like it's completely my fault that you're pregnant," Daniel said, only half listening to her. "I'd pay for the abortion but you're obviously already quite attached." And an adoption would give the kid a much better life than Josie could give it, he knew that much. Daniel had to debate Josie's question about getting her pregnant. Should he lie and piss her off or should he tell the truth? She would remain mad at him either way, so he decided to piss her off by not responding in either direction. Not that she needed anything else to keep her angry at him, but he didn't really care. "I think you can figure that out for yourself, Josie. You're a smart girl." He paid for his coffee and her drink and took a few steps away from her. If she thought he was going to stay here while she had an emotional breakdown or something like that, she was dead wrong. "See you around, darling." He pushed the door open and disappeared onto the street.

(Yeah, ok, where to?)

Kasper holds her stormy gaze steady. Their eyes are like the calm before the storm and the clear dark blue night sky afterwards. But what's inbetween? Kasper can't help but imagine the feelings they stir in each other is the storm itself, chaos just waiting to be unleashed. Kasper brings her hand to his lips and brushes his mouth and even his teeth gently over her knuckles.
"I went to prison, actually i'd already been in the youth offenders place back in Bristol, but this time i went to real prison, and it was....well, it was different. But in some ways not, there were a lot of the same kind of people i knew from outside. All with their own reasons. I worked for some bad people, some they will fucking kill you if you even look at them funny bad. I joined and the boss took a shine to me, it wasn't the first criminal organisation i'd been a part of. I understand that world, the world of death and torture and dangerous thrills. I was never scared of it, i grew up in it. Raised would be too strong a word." says Kasper thinking back to the old days when things seemed so much more simple.

((Ooohhh 0.0. That surprised me.

Lol, I'm an eavesdropper, but I had to see the ending XD. ))

((Hmm, I have a house thread, but I'll check to see if there is anything else, unless you have something else in mind?))

She nodded. "Do most people know that you went to prison?" She asked, but immediately shook her head, as if answering her own question. "Of course they don't, you wouldn't get half the looks or attention that you did from the opposite sex if people knew." She replied. "It's amazing how far being attractive can get you. She said with a little laugh. "I was raised a bit funny too. It wasn't really a rough life, just lonely. I come from a family where vacant parents just kind of runs in the genes. My father, well, I don't know anything about him, my mother never uttered a word about about him. I would say that it is bad parenting, but I'll be doing the same thing soon, too. History repeats itself."

(Nope, you choose somewhere and we'll go ;)

Kasper goes into deep thought for a moment and then says, "Not necissarily. Parents are fuck ups, it's a the way of life. They fuck us up and we fuck up our own children, it's the oldest cycle in history next to death. But, if you use that knowledge, maybe you can do better than you ever expected. And one brilliant thing would be that now you have two people who will love you unconditionally for te rest of your life. Not bad my stormy eyed girl, not bad", he smiles genuienly. Thats the second time today, Kasper can't rememeber having ever smiled so much in his life, not for real. He meets her eyes again and says, "My parents were in rival gangs, drugs, death and threats followed us everywhere, i didn't standa chance at being a nice normal bloke. But i regret nothing, every scar i whats made me who i am and i would not change that even though it would be sane to want to".

((Hmm, lets use up me house thread.))

"I know. I just wanted to be the one to break the chain. The one that didn't skrew up, the one that pulled through. I was in a gang after a little while, that is where it all started, I guess. The tattoos, well most of them, and especially the drinking." She sighed. "I guess we weren't really a 'gang', just a bunch of poor kids living the street life, fighting for necessities. I'm sorry you had to go through that, I was only on the street for about four months before I was shipped here. I couldn't imagine leading your life, I'm sorry, I'm being selfish." Despite her sharp, tough attitude, she hated seeing people struggle that didn't deserve it. In a split second decision, she threw her arms around Kaspar and pulled him close. "I'm sorry, Geist Jungen " She said to the crook of his neck. Just then, the cloud burst thundered and it started to rain.

♥ Coco ♥ wrote: "Apoorva wrote: ""I never said it was all your fault! I just said that I didn't know what to do. A little help would have been nice. That's just you I guess." Josie breathed deeply, trying to stay c..."

Josie shook her head. "No, I'm acting like it's your fault that you left when I needed someone to support me a little." She frowned at what he said. It wasn't much of an answer. "Was that just your way of finding an excuse to leave me?" she mumbled, not caring that he had already left. Josie smirked, sitting down in a booth by herself and sipping her drink.

((You wanna bring Finn in?))

((Should they already know each other?))

((Umm... Sure, maybe like old friends who haven't seen each other in a while? Or not. Either one is fine.))

((Yeah that sounds good))

Finn stepped inside the cafe and went up to the counter, ordering a hot chocolate for the hell of it. He glanced around the room, not seeing very many faces that he recognized. But then his eyes fell upon Josie and his face lit up. "Long time no see!" he called over to her, never the type to be shy. He strolled over to her booth and slid into the seat across from her, spilling some of the steaming liquid onto the table as he did so. "Oops," he mumbled, quickly grabbing some napkins to clean it off. He glanced up at Josie and smiled as he simultaneously scrubbed the table. "We haven't talked in what seems like forever. What's new?" Once he was finished he pushed the napkins off to the side and took a sip from his scalding cup.

Josie whipped her head around, not really expecting whoever had called out to be talking to her. She really didn't have that many friends around here, she had no time for them anyways. But seeing Finn wasn't something she had expected at all. Josie smiled at him, although it was a little forced. "Oh... Hey!" She rushed to help him clean up the spill. "Not much really," she lied. "How about you? How has life been treating you?" Josie shifted uncomfortably in her seat, at the same time happy for the distraction and to talk to someone who she actually felt at ease around. How long had it been? A few years since they had met? A lot had changed since then.