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Old 05-04-2012, 12:00 AM

Don't be afraid to comment or anything; whenever I update the thread, I'll link all my in-roleplay posts back to this one, up at the top here.

Criticism is welcomed. Be as harsh as you want to be - it's only going to help me get better.

With that being said, enjoy.

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Poison Ivy


I've got to get out of here.

I make my way towards the back exit of the club, the one that will lead me straight to the alleyway that passes McDonald's. I'd come here to celebrate the end of finals week, maybe pick up a cute girl to take back to my place, have some fun, and kick her out the next morning, but I wasn't feeling it tonight. But now, I was hungry as hell, and all I wanted was to sleep.

I've reached the exit, and I begin to push open the door when I run smack into it. Locked. Barricaded on the outside, most likely by one of the idiots who would occasionally move the dumpster to block the alleyway from the main street to smoke some weed or shoot some heroin. I push against the door once more, and find that yes, it is indeed being blocked by something.

I sigh angrily, turning to make my way back through the now-grinding bodies to reach the other side. As soon as I get around the first few seemingly-joined couples, a new song with much more bass and wub-wub-wubbing comes over the speakers. Everyone in the place jumps apart suddenly, moshing and raving and fist-pumping as if they were little drunken puppets, being thrown around by the DJ. It's pretty much pitch-black in here, with the little blinding lights going off from the stage in-tune with the music. I'm getting hit in the face by elbows and fists, and someone's hand has taken the opportunity of distraction to run down my muscled chest. I turn (or, at least, attempt to) towards the owner of the mysterious hand, but everyone seems to be making a collaborative effort to keep me in place.

Mysterious Hand now grabs onto my arm, giving me a slight tug that gets me off balance, pulling me crashing into a male body. I push him off of me, and attempt to make more headway towards the front entrance. However, Mysterious Hand seems to really want to keep me there or something, because now it's grabbing my wrist with both hands, pulling me in a completely different direction. Grabbing hold of one of the wrists with my free hand, I begin to pull the owner towards me - definitely female, as my hand completely envelops her wrist - but instead, I feel myself being pulled towards them. It's as if I'm pulling myself through the one or two bodies until I find the owner of the Mysterious Hand, who only has time to shout "Hang on, and follow me!" before practically pulling me through the crowd to the exit.

And holy fuck, is she strong. By now I'm thinking that she's a body builder or something insane like that, the way she's tugging me around like a basket. And when you're someone who never misses a workout, that's a feat.

All of a sudden, we're busting through the exit, knocking over a girl in way-too-high heels and much too short of a skirt to count even as panties. She gives us the death glare, and wobbles inside on her skinny little legs.

"Hey, um, I'm sorry about that," a high, beautiful voice says from somewhere behind me. I turn and see a short girl with brilliantly red hair smiling at me a smile that only a few thousand dollars worth of braces could have gotten. She's got a fantastic body, too, sort of muscular, but in the lean, sexy way that girls give up meals and work their asses off for. "It just seemed like you were trying to get out through the back exit - we were, too. This big guy over here is Mac." At this, she flings her hand behind her, and I realize that I've somehow missed this huge hulking man. At once, I realize that he was the power source behind all the tugging - the guy is ripped as hell, putting nearly every body builder I know in shame. I just stare in amazement, wondering how in the hell I could have missed this guy.

"Yeah... thanks," I say after an awkwardly long pause. I clear my throat, and begin to walk past them, when Shortie says, "Why don't you join us for some eats? Mac owes me big time, and I'm sure as hell never gonna eat enough to make up for the dent he put in my wallet. Maybe you could, ah, help me out?" She smiles that smile again, tilting her head and letting the light hit her face just right, shining through her light blue-grey eyes. I've always been a sucker for girls with light blue eyes, but there is no way in hell that I'm going to let myself be toted around like some purse-dog while this girl makes out with her boyfrie-

"I'm Ivy. Nice to meet you," she says, linking her arm through mine and giving me a small tug. I take a quick glance at Macho Mac, wondering when the punch that will break my face will come. But nothing does. "I'm, ah, Adrian," I mumble, jumping a little when she lays her head against my arm while we walk. I glance behind us at the Hulk, who just seems to be minding his own business. And I'm just beginning to wonder who in fuck they are and how much alcohol I must have had to let them lead me down the street.

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Old 05-06-2012, 06:50 PM

A loud beeping noise wakes me from my sleep. I roll over and smack the alarm, nearly breaking it to pieces like I do every morning. Sighing, I rub my face in my hands, wondering just when I got back from the club and those... people. As if she were answering my question, the little redhead mewls from somewhere beside me, still asleep and very much here. She's clinging to me like a damn koala, and it's only a matter of time before I shake her off and head for the bathroom across the hall. I haven't forgot about the big guy, so I'm not all that surprised to see him in the living room - but I am surprised to see that he fits on my couch.

My shirt has been destroyed - it's laying near the bathroom door, looking as if Wolverine had done my laundry. I step inside and find that Ivy's dress and heels, along with my pants and shoes, have been scattered around the bathroom and in the tub. I think I even see something of the big guy's in there, but I'm not sure. I'm just glad that my boxers stayed on, else she'd have some explaining to do.

I take a quick shower and find some new clothes out of the dryer, then prepare to go wake up the devil. It's a surprise to me that she's not laying in the bed, still, and when I hear pots and pans clinking I start to get nervous. However, as I round the corner, I see that it's the big guy making all the noise, and the little hellion is sitting at the island wearing one of my robes and is clutching a cup of coffee.

"Goodmorning, Adrian," she says without even looking my way. "I do hope it's alright that we've come over... Mac offered to make breakfast, and I couldn't find my dress." She makes this little pouty face that's about to make me go insane, but I hold my ground and sit next to her on the island.

"Who are you guys?"

"What?"

"You've infiltrated my house, it's only fair that I know exactly what fugitives I'm harboring," I say, a little more flippant than I would have liked at the moment.

"Well," she begins, "I'm Ivy, this is my friend Mac. That much you know. But I guess we do owe you an explanation." She pauses to look up at Mac, who has momentarily stopped making breakfast (or lunch, at this point). He looks me over for a while, then turns to her and nods before turning back to his work. She seems to gain some confidence from this and swivels her chair towards me, taking my hands in hers and looking me dead in the eyes.

"I come from a family of nobles in Ireland. They were trying to set me up in an arranged marriage to strengthen our name and impact in Ireland, which really didn't need to happen, seeing as all of Ireland is ready to bend to their every request and command." She's spitting out the words as if they were poison to her lips - I can almost see the anger coming out of her mouth.

"Long story short, I took some funds out of the family bank, escaped here, found Mac, began a new life as Ivy Finnigan, and have been looking for somewhere to stay since then. Before you ask, yes, I did get the last name from Harry Potter. Yes, my parents are looking for me. Yes, I would like to stay here with you, but only if you house both me and Mac. Yes, we can provide for ourselves; we could even get you a bigger apartment if you wanted. We'll stay out of your sight if you want, and-"

"Hold on, hold on," I cut in, "You're a wealthy Irish noblewoman, walking around with The Hulk and trying to find a new home so that your 'mam' doesn't come looking for you." She nods silently, while I get a semi-glare from Mac for the nickname. "And you expect me to believe that you're serious?" She nods again, looking a little hurt. I sigh. "What's the Hulk's story?"

"Would you please refrain from calling me that?" The big guy says, his back still turned. "I do have these things called ears..." His voice is deep and smooth, and by his attitude, I like him already.

"Wow, Mac! That's more words than he's ever said to me, as in, ever!" The little hellion is back in her element, joyful and, if all of her story proved true, wanting to drink herself into oblivion like her Irish ancestors. "He never really told me, but I saw it in a newspaper that he keeps in his jacket. He's supposed to be on death row for a crime he didn't commit-"

"What!?!?!? No. No way am I housing a-"

"Like I said, Adrian, he's not guilty! Come on, Mac couldn't even hurt a fly!" No matter what she said, I couldn't believe it. He was too big, too capable of being a killer...

"Look, we changed his name, too. Got him colored contacts, changed his body posture, did some stuff with his hair..." She was quiet now, looking from Mac to me and back.

"Ivy. Let's go," he said, making the decision for me. I didn't stop them as they collected their things from the house and left. There was no reason to.

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Old 05-06-2012, 07:30 PM

They must have really meant it when they said they would stay out of my hair. I didn't see them until about two months later, when I went down to Sacramento to visit my sister.

They had found a big club, as I would have thought. I was walking in to return the keys to Adrianna - oh yeah, we're twins - who is one of the five bartenders there. I was on my way out when I saw a familiar-looking 5'2" shape next to what seemed to be an elephant or something else humongous. One glimpse of the brilliant red hair and I knew it was them.

They must have seen me, too, for as soon as I made three steps their direction, they managed to disappear in the crowd. Quickly thinking, I made my way to the back door and stepped out into the alleyway, knowing that the route I took would lead me here far before they got to the door.

So I waited.

Soon enough, the hulking shape bust through the door, dragging the complaining Ivy behind him. He stopped short when he saw me, bringing the little hellion up close and personal with his back.

"Mac. Ivy," I said, keeping it short as I thought the big guy would have. Ivy peeked around Mac's arm, looking at me, as well. Then, before Mac could stop her, she let out a huge girly squeal and tackled me in a hug.

"You came for us! I told you he would, Mac! Adrian, he wanted to make me go to Minnesota. But what do they have to do for fun in Minnesota?" I sighed, and led them back to my car. Mac climbed in the front seat and stuck Ivy in the back (of course, after I shook her off of me). We drove around for a while, finally picked up their things, and headed back to Vegas, all the while listening to little Ivy spout off in the back seat.

"Is she like that all the time?" I asked Mac, who grunted an affirmative.

"You do realize that this is a lot that I'm putting on the line for both of you." Another grunt.

"I just want you guys to be okay. Who knew I had a soft side? Adrian Vahle, the softest softie that ever was." The next grunt was more of a guffaw, as if laughing along with the joke.

And then there was silence.

At least, until Mac said: "You're really going to help us?"

"Of course, Mac. Although, you guys are probably going to need to change your names, hairstyles, fashion style, et cetera, et cetera, all over again. I'm pretty sure that Ivy can keep her first name, but the last name needs to go."

"I see." And that was the final word for the rest of the eight-hour trip.

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"Ivy, you have to."

"I don't want to!"

This had become the norm. Mac (who was now Mason) and I pleading with Ivy (who had replaced her last name with Baine) to do something totally reasonable. Well, except for this time.

I had explained to them that the best way to be hidden was to stick out. It was always the weirdos who were overpassed because they wanted attention the most, I had said, and that was the reason that they remodel their whole lives. Mason had dyed his hair burgundy red, changed his whole attire from Average Joe to that of a BAMF (he'd even gone and gotten a motorcycle, though hadn't told us how) and somehow made himself appear slightly smaller, but still big enough to be intimidating.

Ivy had gone with a deadlier and sexier approach, wearing nothing but dark-colored body-hugging dresses, clothes and corsets. She'd even changed her attitude to a whole different person - going from Cheerfully-Annoying Ivy to You-Want-Me-But-I'd-Probably-Kill-You Ivy. Needless to say, Mason and I had done both a fair share of looking and a fair share of keeping other men off of her.

But now, it was time for the most drastic change of them all - her hair. I had suggested that she go with a wild color to throw everyone off, but also a color that would stay strong with her sex appeal. She wanted to stay red or go darker to burgundy, but I pointed out that it was exactly what her family was looking for. Black was too common, golden was, also.

And then Mason came up with dark green. It was enough to catch attention, and enough to still be sexy. Plus, it would make sense, with her name being Ivy and all. However, she didn't want it bleached. Understandable, but after explaining to her what had to be done, she'd agreed.

And then freaked out.

"Can't we do this, like, tomorrow?" And whiny Ivy was back.

"We've already bleached it to platinum blonde, Ivy. You can't think about it, just let us do it." She whimpered, and then nodded, placing her hands over her eyes. But her elbows were squishing her breasts together, which drew my attention downwards. I didn't realize how long I had been staring until Mason took the bottle of blackish-green dye from my hands. I excused myself and left, aiming to just lie down for a few moments to get my libido in check.

When I awoke, it was to the most beautiful green-haired seductress I'd seen in my lifetime.

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Old 06-07-2012, 06:17 PM

"So, you are alive," Ivy teased in that new tone of hers. I was really glad that I'd taken up sleeping in constricting underwear, or else we'd both be in trouble.

"Mason did the eyebrows too, even though you're apparently not supposed to do that. I could have gone blind, according to the label!"

"I think Mason knew what he was doing. Besides, you can't walk around with red eyebrows and green hair, Ivy," I said, sitting up. Some of the green dye was still stuck to her forehead, so I licked my thumb and wiped it off. When I realized the intimacy of the action, I stopped.

They were already frozen, identical masks of shock staring back at me. At least until the phone rang, which I gladly answered to clear the awkwardness.

"Mister Vahle," the voice from the other end screeched into my ear, "since you haven't been attending the monthly meetings, you should have been fired last week."

"Oh, brother," I muttered, away from the speaker.

"Oh, brother is right, Mister Vahle!" My boss's screechy voice replied. "Normally, I would have fired you without a second thought. But since you are something to look at..." I shivered, remembering her beady eyes looking me up and down, "I'll excuse you this once if you do something for me."

And then she said the most haunting words I had ever heard in my lifetime.

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The semi-annual 'Boring Ball,' as my coworkers called it, was this seemingly extravagant event where our boss, Mrs. Larmer, got to parade us around in front of her other friends who owned big businesses, make fun of us, make us act like we gave two shits about what they did, et cetera, et cetera. Nobody ever went to these unless they were blackmailed into it, for example, me. We had monthly meetings to explain to everyone what had been doing, what projects we were working on, blah blah blah. I never went, half because I didn't want to, and half because I liked to take Ivy and Mason out every once and a while.

So of course, when I told them, they freaked. They said some stuff, I said some stuff, we were all hurt for a while, until Ivy decided that she was going to go with me. Mason said that he would be fine at the apartment without us, so I took Ivy out shopping for something a little more... appropriate for the occasion.

"Do you like this one, or that one?" was the main question of the day. All of the dresses that she picked out were black or charcoal grey, and I didn't see the difference in any of them. She finally decided on one that was a black draped dress, which basically looked like I could do it with a bed sheet. But after hearing her go on about how it was designer this and how it would go oh-so-well with the heels that she bought last week, I caved.

I had to admit that she did look good. And when I realized that I'd spoken aloud, she'd seemed to be blushing and dashing back into the dressing room for something that she had forgotten.

And I was ever so confused.


------ (Next Day)

It turned out that Mrs. Larmer was holding the Boring Ball much earlier than expected. What I mean by that is, two whole months earlier. And what I mean by that is that she was holding it today.

This morning was one of silence, with Mason making a big breakfast of eggs, sausage, bacon, potatoes, and all the goodies, while Ivy and I sat there watching. I ate faster than I ever had in hopes to get away from the awkward silence that had overcome us all, only to bump into Ivy as she got up to leave, as well. Mason beat me to helping her up, and she gave him a quick "thank you" before disappearing into our room.

It sounds weird to hear that now, being said like that; our room.

Nonetheless, I followed her into the room and changed into my running gear, just to set out for a five-mile jog. I hadn't taken a run in a while, and decided to see how much slower I'd gotten.

It was apparently a lot, seeing how I stopped after the third mile, at that point nearly twenty-five to thirty minutes. Quick and simple calculation told me that I was averaging about seven minutes a mile, which was two minutes slower than I would have liked. I simply walked the last two miles home, frustrated with myself. It turns out that I wasn't the only one.

Ivy was ranting on to Mason, who was cleaning up around the apartment. Not wanting to hear it, I just ducked into our room, shutting the door a little louder than I could hear. Ivy's voice screamed, "SEE!?" and went on ranting. And for once, I didn't envy Mason.

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Old 06-14-2012, 05:07 AM

Wow. This is a great piece of work. Keep on going! The storyline flows and it's a nice read. :D

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Old 06-22-2012, 06:03 PM

I kinda liked this and you have great flow to the plot. My only concern is how it switches from present tense to past tense and back for the main person.

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Old 10-10-2012, 06:56 PM

They're supposed to be like flashbacks... Hard to pick up on, I guess. Thanks for the link, but I don't believe I need that.

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Kriemedesan: I reread everything... I'm not finding these past and present tense things that you're talking about. Care to point them out for me?

What I'm reading is it jumping from the "first" day to the next, then two months later, about a week or so later, the next day, and the day after that.

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