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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 6, 2015 0:44:44 GMT
Jasmin had a problem. She did. Anybody that was willing to meet at a shady, secluded part of the local park for a few joints was crazy! At least, that's what Apple believed.
She was willing to do almost anything to keep out of her house; to keep her psyche from cracking like an egg.
She saw drugs as useless and expensive, and it was transparent that Jasmin did not have the cash to toss around. She had no car, and her house was run down and smack dab in a drug area. Others may not have the keen sense of awareness, but she did.
And Apple did not like this. Not one bit.
"Uhm, so... like, these guys have graduated? That's hella shady, Jassy," Apple said timidlty, scratching at her cotton textured hair with her oval, pastel pink acrylics.
"Delainey knows them, and they ain't kidnapped her yet!" It was Jasmin that was upbeat for once. She was craving this relief after being given an earful from her drunk, bellicose mother earlier that day.
Apple knew that the chances of them being hurt by the brothers were slim, but she was born with a knitted brow and a worried expression carved into her marble face.
As they approached the tree (which Jasmin noted jokingly that it was shady, but her sister wanted no part in her lame tree puns), the blonde straightened and neared her rough, dark-haired, pink lipped sister.
'I won't look scared. I will not look scared,' She preached internally, and wove a hand through her hair to smooth it down. Preening always made other girls appear more capable.
She just looked on edge, and her glossy, icecap eyes showed it.
"Aye, Raiden!" Jasmin called, and headed toward the pair with a tight smile. She didn't want small talk -- she wanted the pot, and then she wanted out.
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Post by Airron Tide on Jul 6, 2015 8:18:23 GMT
To say they had graduated was a bit overshooting the matter. There was no walking across the stage to get a diploma, no gown wearing or cap tossing, and definitely no hope for a college letter to arrive in the mail. No, nothing that sweet, but the Saint’s wouldn’t have it any other way. Harley, a year older, had dropped out the last quarter of his senior year, and like any little brother, Raiden followed willingly in his brother’s footsteps. It wasn’t because school was tough or they’d chosen to simply be rebellious, but that business was booming- and this was their life. There was no bright future and little house on the prairie, there was only family footholds and more green than the eye could see.
Weed and money. Money and weed.
There was not tragic story behind it. No sad tale as to how the two young males fell into the mess that is North Carolina’s drug ring- and become its kings with ease. Not really, anyways. Absent parents and a big backyard. When mommy and daddy spend more time at bars and casinos, the boys had some way to fend for themselves and it just so turned out they made pretty decent gardeners.
So naturally they dropped out of school to pursue the only lifestyle they’d ever known. It was easy money, the law was unable to trace anything back to them, and it was fun. They were well respected, and tended to grow close to their clients.
Which is why the brothers were both huddled under a lazy oak tree, a bag of weed stashed in the elder’s pocket as the younger approached the two girls. Raiden was the face of the production, much easier to deal with than Harley’s brooding and straight-to-business attitude. The youngest was charming, the elder was sturdy. They worked well, meshed well.
“Jassy!” Raiden cooed with enthusiasm, a grin wrapped around his lips as he steps toward the two girls. Two? Usually it was just Jas, and wow- hello blondie. His smile twisting into a smirk, he easily fell from eager to flirty in the bat of an eye. “Ah, Jasmin, you didn’t tell me you were bringing such beautiful company.” He threw a wink over at the other girl before meeting the familiar’s face, lips pursed as he purred, “Ready to swap, yeah?”
Cash for the product, simple and easy, but he was hoping for maybe a little slip of paper with the blonde’s number on it. That would be pretty great.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 6, 2015 15:23:30 GMT
"Pleasure to see y'all two," Jasmin chirped, hand moving to her bag (slowly) to have them see she was not going for a stashed firearm.
She was so often full of stories and awful, awful jokes that it was not difficult to peel away the badly glued mask away and see that she was struggling.
"I woulda told you, I really would have, but she's fine. She's my sis-"
"I'm her half-sister, and I'm not gonna rat any of you out, no matter how much this wigs me out." She said with weak diffidence. Apple rubbed down the sleeve of her long sleeved, boat neck shirt. It was of a similar shade as her nails, but much darker. Perhaps a fuschia.
It made her porcelain skin look that much paler, and her eyes endless and blue enough to see through somebody.
"What she said," Jasmin agreed, and offered the wad of fives with a devilish twinkle in her eyes. She'd expected utter silence from the light to her dark, and while Apple was having the bejeezus scared out of her, she was impressed with her dialogue, and her smooth, silent expression set upon her made that clear to her darling sister, who could read her vague expressions like a picture book.
--
Since silence had swallowed them up, Apple had crawled away into her shell. The smiling, mouthy one was watching from the corner of his eye. Or maybe he was leering.
She didn't suspect that Raiden was disrespectful, but like she'd been taught by her paranoid-delusional father, she removed her gaze from his direction in general and bat her long, dark lashes to draw herself out of the stupor.
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Post by Airron Tide on Jul 7, 2015 8:34:25 GMT
"No worries," Raiden chimed back lazily, his eyes roaming over Jasmin's actions with a hint of caution, but he trusted her enough to not expect her to pull something, "I know you need our 'help' too bad to risk putting us in danger." Letting his gaze drift over to the blonde as she spoke, he couldn't help but let his grin go. She stood up herself, though obviously shaken, and he appreciated the reaction. It only made her that much cuter. Tossing a look back at his brother as Jasmin dished over the cash, he cocked his head and motioned him over. Harley was at his side moments later, body held straight in a professional manor, but an easy smile on his lips as he traded the money for product. Fingering over it for a moment, he turned back to the two girls and held it out- his hand towards the brunette, but gaze locked on her half-sister.
Feeling Harley inch closer as he nonchalantly scoped the area, Raiden leaned in some and whispered- as if the others couldn't actually hear them, when they totally could, "I don't believe I caught your name. Jasmin never said he had such a pretty sister." Behind him, he heard Harley hiss, "Don't you dare say it, Ray. I will disown you if you do this again."
Ignoring his brother, Raiden just smirked devilishly and laid down the pick-up line, "See, if you were a fruit, you'd definitely be a fineappple." Sending her a wink as his lips quirked back into a smile that spread from ear to ear, he leaned back out of her space just as Harley threw his arms up and huffed.
"You said it. What did I say about hitting on the clients- especially with that pick-up line."
"You tell me not to do it, but it works!" Raiden defended, squinting at his brother as he turned to face it some.
"It so does not," Harley teased with a smirk of his own tainting his lips, his hands placed defiantly on his lips.
"Come on, man. Don't pull this in front of her," Raiden whined, tossing an embarrassed look back at the pair.
"Fine, loser," the elder said with a huff, waving his arm at his brother in dismissal as he turned away and headed back to the tree.
Squinting after him with his lips twisted in a pout, Raiden slowly turned back to the girls, a blush tinting his cheeks as he scratched at his chopped blonde hair, "So, uh. Hi?"
Great first impression. Flirty drug dealer who's older brother killed his vibe.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 7, 2015 19:52:17 GMT
Apple didn't enjoy the tense nature of their trade-off. If weed made you so very calm (or so her sister hymned and hawed whenever the blonde lectured her on it), it was a whole sly, suspicious, and grabby process. It seemed ironic to the blonde.
Jasmin took the baggy with a wink at the brothers -- something her half-sister would sometimes consider a come-on, although it was truly just her quirky gesture of thanks, and nothing more.
The blonde folded her arms tighter into her chest when Raiden leaned in and shied her face away, but before she could voice her discomfort, he spit out the cheesy pick-up line.
She felt her face warm, and a smile betray her lips. The girl turned away so he couldn't see her reddened cheeks, or her pearly white set of teeth.
"Oh, but my sister ain't a client. She doesn't like this kinda thing--" Jasmin jumped on the opportunity to shine some happiness over her scorned little sister.
"... She told me we were getting milkshakes," Apple admitted as she turned to face them, brushing her hair out of her eyes to shake the lingering flecks of laughter from her sharp face.
And then she looked to Jasmin with questioning eyes. "Are we still gettin' milkshakes?" She asked with floundering hope.
Her sister rolled her eyes. She wasn't one to go back on her word. "Yeah, yeah," She soothed.
"Oh -- and my name," Apple had almost forgotten. "'S Apple. Really," She expected a skeptic response; quirked brow, hearty beat of laughter...
"We've got weird parents," Jasmin said with an almost undetectable squint. 'Weird' was an understatement. Their parents were lonely, abusive, and far too crafty for the two girls to go out and tell anybody about it.
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Post by Airron Tide on Jul 12, 2015 8:24:13 GMT
The slight tint in her cheeks was enough to pull Raiden in, fuel him with hope that maybe- just maybe- there was a chance she'd give him a try. That she'd let him make an impression other than 'hey, I sell drugs to teens at a decent price and make lame pick-ups' because that wasn't who he was. Not really.
A lip caught between his teeth as he watched Harley linger in his peripheral, Raiden attempted to keep up with the sister's banter while he scoped out his brother. He knew that he wouldn't want to stick around too long. It drew attention and they really didn't need the police after them. Again. So he hesitated, determined to make something out of this interaction with the blonde, but also knowing he should split. Though, he couldn't just dash without a quick shake of the head and reassurance to Jasmin that he wasn't moving onto her sister for the wrong reasons, "Oh, no. I hadn't thought she was." She was cute- he wanted a date, not a sale. Wow, he really was not good at hitting on people.
Just as he was about to excuse himself, he caught the mention of milkshakes. Fantastic, the perfect escape.
Enthusiastically, he hopped on the opportunity to not only learn about the girl, but to cut from the scene as well. His voice lilted slightly, rising an octave with eager anxiety as he offered, "Maybe I could take you to go the shake while Jasmin hangs back with Harley?" He sounded too hopeful, standing on the tips of his toes as he teetered unevenly on his feet. His brother shot him a glare, but just shrugged in response- whatever got them out of the open, he supposed.
A grin painted across his lips as she finally spilled her name, his brow furrowed with confusion- his first reaction was to say, "Jasmin and Apple? Are your parents hippies or something? Into nature or whatever?" He pondered the thought for a moment before he snapped with just a tad too much excitement, "Oh my god, your name is Apple! The 'fineapple' thing totally works now!" An ear-splitting smirk tainting his mouth as he shot a look at Harley, proving that the line was totally put to good use, he quickly turned his attention back to Apple, a childlike innocence crossing over his features as he asks, "So what do you say? I'll buy."
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 12, 2015 22:13:40 GMT
A look of confliction washed over Apple's face as Raiden brought up the possibility of a date at the present time. She'd need awhile to decide. A week. Three years.
She felt fingers squeeze hers, and when she looked down with a complaint on the tip of her tongue, she was pleasantly surprised to see that the hand had five beautifully painted gray nails.
Jasmin.
She did a double-take, and when she looked back up, she found the same girlish smile, and her sister nodded once encouragingly. "You down have ta' go," She whispered, "but he's real nice an' you're away from your dad longer," It was meant for their ears only, but with the brothers in such close proximity, whispering was about as useless as Raiden's pick-up lines.
Her sister only released Apple's hand when the boy spoke again, and Jasmin could tell that her sister was sold.
You could read it in her expression. Jasmin was not clairvoyant by any means, and her sister was a tricky, complicated labyrinth of hidden emotions.
This was an oddity, her being so upfront with her emotions.
"Okay," She agreed, a squeak in her voice, "Hell yeah." And then softly, "I'd like that." She shifted her weight onto her heels, and then her toes, and then her heels again before finally gathering the courage to close the distance between them so he could lead her to his eatery of choice.
Jasmin was left with the older, darker brother. Really, they were two strange little peas in a cozy pod, but it didn't make their interaction any less abrupt. "You wanna get out of here before we raise suspicion?" It wasn't a come-on, but Harley would know that. People expected her to be something of a harlot, and all because most of her friends were male.
Even her own sister thought of her as someone promiscuous. She pressed her lips together to chase away the thoughts of self-loathing.
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Post by Airron Tide on Jul 15, 2015 6:22:27 GMT
Guess just earned herself a free extra ounce for her collective help on getting Apple to say yes? That's right. Thanks Jasmin. Raiden doesn't know what he'd do without her. Well, okay, he does, but that doesn't mean he's any less thankful for her encouraging push for the blonde to join him. Of course, he had heard her motive as to why, and couldn't help but cock his head to the side. So maybe her parents weren't hippies, because by the sound of it they sound like abusive (or maybe controlling, he doesn't know) dicks.
So even if Apple was only joining him to keep from going home, at least he was doing her a service- keeping her safe. He wouldn't mind being used under a circumstance like that.
He wasn't going to push for more, though he desperately wanted to know what the deal was back at their house, and kept his cool the best he could. Curiosity under wraps.
There was no containing the grin that split across his lips as she agreed, though. That was way out of his control and even if he could hold it back, he wouldn't. His smile was just an extent of his charm, made people feel safe- made him approachable, and by the looks of it? He'd need all the charisma he could to ease her frazzled nerves. Shooting Jasmin a quick flash of his teeth, he refrained from out-stretching his arm and wrapping it around Apple as they walked. He had a few places in mind, but wanted this to be comfortable for her. So with an easy smirk, and soft voice, he offered, "Pick a place, anywhere you want." Tossing his head over his shoulder just in time to see Harley silently agree to whatever Jasmin had said before walking off with her, Raiden sighed with relief.
Today was going so much better than he ever imagined.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 16, 2015 0:42:05 GMT
Apple took a deep breath as her and the strange, strange boy with an even stranger brother escorted her to get a milkshake. She'd been avoiding any steady eye contact, but once he turned to her with a questioning glimmer in his eyes and put the power of where they went in her hands, it was impossible.
He was not someone you could easily ignore.
She met his gaze, posture a bit hunched and bubblegum lips pursed as she considered. After a moment, she replied: "surprise me," bouncily, like he was impressing her.
But her expression fell flat quickly. She wasn't great with men. Both her and her sister had been given the awful gift of a deadbeat father: and it just kept on giving.
Jasmin never saw hers. Apple saw hers too often. The girls were close to opposites, but they were inseparable. They bailed each other out of tense situations and had managed to keep some of their teenage innocence along the way.
Nothing could break their spirits.
Apple walked alongside Raiden, their pace staggering as she waited for him to pick a place. She really didn't mind. She loved surprises.
"Really... I don't mind. I like surprises," So she said it. She had no real reason to, but it felt okay to spill to him. Better than okay, actually.
It felt right.
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Post by Airron Tide on Jul 16, 2015 9:24:22 GMT
Great, wow- he really didn’t want to decide. With his luck, he’d chose a place who ends up out of ice cream, or maybe has a broken blender, or offends her in some way, or has a terrible, touchy staff- and god, he didn’t want to make a choice. But he did.
“How about Steak and Shake?” That was a safe choice, right? They had decent food, shake was right in the name, and the staff usually took all the time in the world to just do as they please rather than simply do their job- so he’d have Apple to himself for a bit. Plus, it was often a semi-crowded place, enough people to make her feel safe around him, but not too many that it’d suffocate her and tear from their seclusion. So yeah, Steak and Shake.
Turning his feet in that direction, he glanced over at her, sensing familiarity, but not enough to have the epiphany of ‘oh my god, you’re that girl from that one thing’. Clearly they went to the same school, since she was sisters with Jasmin and all, but he was certain that if they’d shared any classes together that he would have known- not that he went to school that often.
Curiosity peaking, he purses his lips and glances her way, asking, “What grade are you in? I know Jas is a Junior, but,” he left it hanging, not sure how to conclude. Nibbling on his lip to keep from babbling on further, he waited for her to answer, eyes taking in every detail they could about the girl beside him.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 17, 2015 3:52:48 GMT
Apple's eyes crinkled a bit at the corners as she watched his gaze wander over her. 'He's checking me out -- I think. He isn't really looking at my boobs or anything... weird,' She thought with faraway wonder.
"That's oh-kay with me. And I'ma senior. Most people think Jas is the eldest, but nope. That's me," She explained. She was close enough to comfortable that she didn't have an urge to babble on and on about nothing at all, and far enough not to move closer to him or hold his gaze for too long.
Maybe Jasmin was right. Maybe you couldn't rightfully associate 'drug dealer' with 'bad person' without looking deeper into the situation.
She recognized his name more than his face, but any firm details about him had since slipped her mind. 'What can you not talk about with a drug dealer? Do I ask about it? Or, like, ask him how he likes it? Compliment his smile? Well, that totally isn't a conversation starter,' She thought, looking deep in thought as they walked. She was oblivious to everything.
She was one to cross streets without thinking or looking. She was accidentally reckless in a number of ways. And she was about to cross the intersection without looking.
Again.
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Post by Airron Tide on Jul 17, 2015 8:58:24 GMT
Noted. It was weird, but Raiden tossed it through his mind a time or two, thinking it over as his head rocked from side to side with the weight of it. Sending her a calculating, sideways glance, he finally spoke, "I think it fits- you being older. Jas is pretty mature for her age, but I can see it." Nodding to himself as if he'd just solved something great, he turns his attention away, biting his lips as he continues on, "And I woulda been a Senior this year, but I dropped out to help Harley. Not like I got much more in store than this- and I figure why bother when business is booming?" Raiden chanced tossing her a grin, barely holding back on explaining the why to his fate, and that he didn't actually smoke, not after the first few times- just sold. Part of him wished he did, just so she wouldn't associate him with the lot of them, but he couldn't. He was already babbling enough.
Nibbling anxiously on his lip, he couldn't stop his gaze from wandering her way, curious as to what was going on in her head. Raiden was so concentrated on her face that he nearly missed it, nearly darted right into the street right along side her, but luckily, that wasn't quite the case. The whizzing sound of cars humming past tore him from his trance, and he didn't hesitate to take her hand, pulling her back from the road and consequently into his chest. A blush blooming across the peak of his cheeks as he glanced down at her, he quickly released her and mumbled as he scratched at the back of neck, "Sorry 'bout that. Cars, you know? Probably should look both ways and all that jazz." His gaze skittered across the sidewalk, face too heated to meet her eyes.
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Post by Jasmin Forte on Jul 18, 2015 5:54:44 GMT
Apple nearly protested when she felt his hand grip hers, but her eyes widened as she noticed the urgency in his movements. She had been close enough that the ground down, bald tires rolling on down the pavement left her feet vibrating.
And then she was back on the stoop of a sidewalk, and mashed against Raiden's chest. He was warm. He smelled a little weedy, a little masculine, and a little like fabric softener. It was a nice combination. Easy on the nose.
She felt her face warm, but a flush didn't spread over her cheeks. She wasn't much of a blusher, but the quirky little drop out boy she'd become a companion of sure was.
"Oh my God-" She waved her hands at him, unable to croak out an apology, but the intention was clear. "I am SO in my own little world. Thanks." She said warmly, flashing a smile: the first full-fledged one she'd offered him. It was a little wobbly from her embarrassment, but a smile was a smile was a smile.
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