Re: still, it's such a beautiful night.

[``MIA]

((dude, jessi and jean were saying they might make me staff, and staff to me is just like being an admin, whether or not you're a mod or whatever. cause lmao that's what i always thought. that's why i don't go on sites that have a lot of them.

but she corrected me when i said i suck at being an admin.
she used dots.

lmaooo goosh i feel so pressumptious and bad. xD but i just realy suck at adminning? xD

lmao should jim call harley dollface? i think he should.))

She knew nothing of went on beyond the pond. There were small whispers, and perhaps even tales, if one were to be brave enough to go near the small, fern covered pond of water, but it was only enough for her to understand so little. She had seen the world change over time, over and over, and each time there was someone there to come and stop by her little home. They'd make a deal, and she'd agree in the end, but either way, the deal always ended up worse for the one who stopped on by.

But she was tired of it. She lived a life in whatever she wanted, and yet she talked to no one that wasn't of her own mind. She didn't even know how old she was, just that she had no knowledge of the humans that lived outside her world. She had tried it once, to leave the pond, but the need for water had been too much. She could not simply drink a cup of water and be done for the day. She lived in water. She wasn't a water nixie for nothing.

Tall, long auburn hair that reached down to her shoulder blades, and warm brown eyes to match. If anything, she looked perfectly human, more than a little pale, but still normal. But people knew better when they found a naked woman sitting next to a pond, still as a tree. Sometimes people left, or others were drawn in.

It seemed like a life-time ago when she had made a deal with a farmer. He wanted money, prosperity, and she had given it to him, but in return for his child. A child that grew up and kept well away from the pond. She knew better than to go out of the water, even though at times, it seemed ending it all would be easier than wondering, but the deal would be satisfied one way or another. And it had, for now that the man was older, he had come across her pond without even seeming to know.

She took him into her pond, and he woke up not too long later in a town that was just like his. But it was a pale, pale comparison, for the people here seemed lifeless, no matter how much Kairi believed otherwise. It was raining more than it should be as well, and the people were soaking. But Kairi so did love the rain, and even if it made this dress she was wearing stick to her skin. She waited for him to wake up, the town looking gloomy, and yet here was a nixie, happily sniffing the flowers that a stale owner possessed, looking seemingly out of place.


Late at night, most of the criminals and the con-artist fell to the underground for entertainment, being that their antics were well-known by the people above. They fought, they drank, and they made bets. The air smelled like smoke, and of cheap alcohol, and it gave off the feeling of low-lives that lingered about.

There was barely any light down here in the Ragged Flagon, the place where two similar looking men resided. They were arguing under their breaths, and even though the older brother looked terribly concerned. His curly hair was damp from sweat, having already been in the ring himself, a bruise growing around his eye. The younger brother was grinning, clearly looking like he had a little too much to drink, patting his brother on the cheek harder than necessary.

It was this thing they did when they didn't have enough money, or perhaps had to let out some frustration. They got money from giving people fake tickets and things like that, but that only got you so far. They, for a fact, lived in an abandoned castle in Russia. It was large and quiet, but it was also dusty, and they could get in quite a lot of trouble for being even a foot close to it.

They heard, of course, of the old Queen searching for her missing daughter, whom she believed had escaped the attack on the castle all those years ago. Jim would know, for he had been the one to help the princess escape, but had been knocked out after. And look where that got him, left in the streets to become a con-artist, and have his brother nag him constantly.

They tried finding a girl that could pull off tricking the Queen, but Jim was steadily losing hope. It seemed, in Russia, the girls were all to eager to fool their Queen, even if it could cost their life. Stupid, was all he could think, or at least lacking IQ. And so here he was, Jim Adair, boxing with someone that was twice his size, laughing like a drunkard when the man's large fist missed his face by an inch. He was in no way unharmed, of course. He had a bruise forming on his shoulder, and his black hair was in dissarray, the familiar warm, brown Adair eyes looking unfocused.

Luis, behind him, crossed his arms, frowning at the shouts and shrill calls from the other men. But it ended one way or another, with Jim, astonishly, managing to get the man on the ground by kicking dirt in his face and then giving a sharp kick to the side. It wasn't a fair fight, but people didn't care about that down here, and so he was left to trail after his brother, heading straight back to the bar stool from whence he came, waving off some man who looked prepared for a conversation he was not willing to have.

[Mur]

((omg, so, my mom deleted half of my post while I was at school. =/
Not pleased with this, mia, not pleased

and duudde chil don't worry about it xDDDD
They'll make you a mod anyways
and quite frankly I agree there's not much of a difference xDDD

and yuususush he should xDDD I like it lmaaaoo

annnd I scared to go to work tomorrow dude xDDD
I NEVER DO ANYTHING ON MY OWN
except...well...nevermind, I have no excuses LMAO

okay sooo xDDD
You know how in anastasia they call her anya?
Like, that's her name at to orphanage and then she descovers her past and yadada whatever xDDDD LMAO
So, I decided that Harley should be the name she got at the orphanage,
and then her real name was Princess Harlene or something idk xD Hellen xDDDD
So that way they call her Harley the whole time but she really the princess and yeah XDDDDD
'Cause I gunna get confused if we have to call her something else the whole time lmao
but in the end she runs off with jim and keeps Harley so whatever, it all good =)
Got it? xDDD ))

He couldn’t remember what happened. Not most of it, at least. The last thing he remembered was going near the pond – no, not the pond, her face. Her face, among other things – the face of a woman, a rather beautiful woman, whom he’d never seen before. But there was something…odd about her, something different, something strange, and then he woke up here.
Everything looked familiar; everything looked just the same as it always did. He could feel the linen of sheets, the clothes that he was wearing – everything felt real, but there was something that he couldn’t quite place. Everything seemed…empty. There was a vibrancy that was missing. Like a color, everything seemed to be faded. But then again, perhaps it was all just part of his imagination.
Oliver was known to have a few drinks now and again, and the feeling that he was experiencing now was, in a strange way, not too different from a hangover. But the truly odd part was that he had absolutely no memory of ever going out to drink last night. No intention of it, though it was possible that he did. He was a handsome man, well-built with a charming smile and sparkling blue-green eyes. His hair was a light brown, feathery and soft to the touch. Most people found him to be attractive, and if they didn’t, then usually they were just abnormally bitter towards life – much like his father, as a matter of fact.
Shaking his head as he stirred, walking down the street slowly, as though in a daze, Oliver tried to bring his thoughts back to himself. His thoughts of yesterday, the night past. Perhaps everything was just one long, fragmented dream that he came up with. The streets were dark, and lonely, and it was raining. He was without shelter, but that rarely bothered him. As a matter of fact, the thing that most bothered him was the people, all of whom seemed to be sticking to themselves for once. It was as he was walking that he saw her; that face, that familiar, pale face that he last remembered, and for a moment, he stopped walking, his hands tucked into his pockets delicately, his eyes just staring blankly at the woman.
“Excuse me,” He shouted suddenly, picking up his pace all of a sudden as he moved towards her. “Do I know you from somewhere?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows together gently as he moved close to her.

Everyone had a past. That was a simple fact. But in most cases, people remembered every moment of their past – or at least, who they were, where they came from, and so on and so forth. However, Harley wasn’t one of these lucky, normal people. Instead, she’d been given the curse of having an uncommonly short memory – The first thing that she could remember, out of her entire life, was wandering the cold streets alone at 8 years old, with no who she was, where she had come from, or who she was supposed to be. The greatest hint that she had was a small necklace, telling her something about Paris, and that was all that she knew.
She’d been taken in to an orphanage then, and raised there among all the other children, with no one ever wanting her, and in turn became a sort of leader of the children there. She taught them there, helped raised them, all the while hoping to, someday, discover just who she was. She’d gone by the name of Harley, the past several years, as the only thing she could remember about herself was that her first name started with an H, and that is where everything had been left. They chose the name Harley for her, and that sounded good enough to her, so it stuck, and here she was, many years later, a beautiful, grown up woman, ready to leave this place and find a life of her own.
And that’s exactly what she did. It wasn’t many days ago that Harley had left the orphanage – as a matter of fact, it had only been that morning. But, unfortunately, to get where she needed to go – or at least wanted to go, she needed a past, present, and a future. None of which she’d ever had since the start of her life, and even then, she couldn’t remember any of it, so what was the point? And then she heard of him. A man, or a pair of men, brothers; named Adair. Jim and Luis. It was told to her that they could get her to where she needed to be, where she wanted to be, and so she went to the one place that she was told she could find them.
Harley wasn’t a naïve girl. As a matter of fact, growing up in an orphanage, she was really quite strong-willed and wise. She knew how to find her way around a place, and stay safe doing it, especially places like this underground fighting ring that she discovered. She had to keep her eyes peeled for a pair of men, she knew. She’d been told they were quite identical, save for a few of their features, and she wasn’t going to be going anywhere until she found them. So she started asking around. And then she was pointed in the direction of two men; both a bit bloodied and bruised, obviously having participated in fights not too long aog – they were quite identical, as the Adair’s had been described, and might actually be the pair of men she was looking for. So, taking in a deep breath, she made a quick pass through the crowd towards the men sitting at the bar.
“Excuse me,” She said quickly, and rather loudly as she approached the men, stopping and standing beside them, curiosity sparkling in her pure blue eyes. “But are you the Adair’s? I’ve been told you could help me with a little…problem of mine.”

[``MIA]

(( my day sucked. first, i just added chemisty back on my plate, i have speech
and i suck at speech because i know no one and they were all laughing, and i shake
and look like i'm having a heart attack or something, so how do you think i'm gonna do in
there? and then this bitch face insulted me. if only i had enough guts to punch her face, because
i would have.

and i'd be scared to get a job
i can't get an application
because everyone will stare
and i don't like staring
and i don't know how to fill one out
because it seems like i suck at it
since no one hires me

and harlene sounds more like harley
and it's not like they'll keep calling her that))


She felt a little startled that he had found her so easily, and the way he shouted almost made her want to run and hide. Confronting people had never been her job, simply offering and taking was what she did, and so Oliver's shout made her nerves quick to jump to the edge of the cliff, just in case anything became too... sudden for her. Her eyes met his, and she found that he had nice eyes, for a human. They reminded her of water, at least, and water was always familiar. Why was it she had wanted a child this time? She barely ever took anything, and now, this one time, she takes a child, who wasn't a child no longer, but a man. A very grown human male who seemed more confused than she was, and had a temper she wasn't quite prepared for. But, being naive, she didn't really know that. "I'm Kairi," she muttered offhandedly, placing the flowers back amongst the others as her eyes shifted around nervously, trying to find something to stare at so it didn't look like she was avoiding his gaze.
It was a stupid idea, bringing him here. All nixies got lonely eventually, and sometimes they risked leaving their homes to visit others, but that never ended well. At best, a nixie was smart and cunning, and knew how to survive. Others, like her, brought humans to their homes and ended up with pitch forks in their stomach, the crowd around them shouting out the word "demon" like some chant. But Kairi didn't know what a demon was, and sometimes thinking these thoughts made her afraid of humans.
A thought was beginning to bug her though, as she noticed that Oliver didn't seem as comfortable as she thought he'd be. It nagged at her mind, until finally she met his gaze, lip finding its way between her teeth as she chewed unconsciously. And then, after a moment of debating, she gave a small smile. "Are you not happy here, Oliver?"
Even as she said his name, the thought didn't occur to her that he would be a little unnerved by her usage of his name. He hadn't given it after all.


He was happy to throw back one more drink when someone, a woman's voice this time, interrupted them. Of course, a women wasn't unfamiliar in these parts, but they didn't ask for help with problems unless it had something to do with a rather sinful activity. This, and nothing else, made him turn around to at the woman curiously.
She looked lost, really, and he'd happily tell her that with a smug smile if it wasn't for the fact that his intoxicated mind was finding it hard to concentrate on her one form let alone the two that were sliding from side to side.
"Who let you down here?" he managed to ask, his voice sounding harsh to his ears. It was mostly because the alochol he consumed had the nasty habit of burning his throat a little.
Thankfully, however, Luis wasn't as drunk as his brother. He smiled at the blond, as best of a smile he could give in this dirty place, and offered a hand. "That would be us, yes," he paused, eying her. "Though, I don't know how much help we'd be. You see, my brother has the nasty talent of getting us into more trouble, so you'd probably be better off--"
"Of course you'd say that, Lui. You have the brain of a nagging woman," snapped Jim, frowning at his brother's stern glare that soon turned to a small shake of the head. Jim patted him on the shoulder, more condescendingly than reassuring, before turning his brown eyes upon the woman before him. She was pretty enough, he guessed. It wasn't like he was about to go out spilling comments about her beautiful face, and the fact that she had nice, blond hair he'd be willing to play with if she'd let him. And yet, he knew he wouldn't be thinking this stupid, stupid thoughts if he hadn't drank all that he did.
"Jim," he said quickly, chewing on his tongue as though the thought of even helping her seemed disgusting. And while he was chewing harshly on his tongue, he seemed to be forgetting why this woman looked so familiar to him in the first place. As his brother leaned forward to whisper something in his eyes, the younger Adair seemed to go still and his eyes widened.

Brushing off his brother, he stood, trying to look casual, and offered the woman a lazy smile. "What is it we can do for you?"

[Mur]

((Uugghh I'm sorry, =(
I will come punch that bitch face in her bitch face.
Seriously I can drive now. xD
I can do shit like that to people. xDDDD
But I might get arrested...o.o
Oh well, it'll be a cool story to tell Jay Leno when I'm famous xDDDD
even if I don't like Jay Leno LMAO

Nooo its not that bad xDDD
Honestly the worst part is walking in and not knowing everyone
and they're like
"WASH DISHES!"
And I'm like
"OKAY BUT I CAN'T TURN THE WATER OFF ITS GUNNA OVERFLOW
FLOOOOOD WE'RE GOING DOWN LIKE THE TITANIC!" XDDDDD
No seriously it was okay though =)
My feet hurt though xDDDD

it's okay dude don't worry about it xDDD

LMMMAAOOOO DUDe I just tried to throw a candy wrapper in the trash can
and it was all staticy
and now it's stuck to the wall xDDDDD
It just flew over there LMAO ))

“Kairi…” Oliver breathed, trying to remember if he had known her – when he had known her, or if he had ever met her before in his life. But the way she addressed him…it was as if they had met, as if they had known each other for a long time, as a matter of fact, but he couldn’t remember her, save for that one time….
“What?” He asked quickly, having missed her words entirely, finally allowing them to sink into his head as he eyed her curiously. “Er, uh, well…No, it’s just…” He paused, biting on his bottom lip gently before he started to chuckle. “I’m sorry, my head is in a bit of a blur right now. How did we meet?” He asked suddenly, furrowing his eyebrows together in confusion. “God, I feel like an idiot right now, I’m sorry. I must’ve drank too much last night – I honestly can’t remember a thing, and everything just feels so…” He paused, pursing his lips together gently as he watched the woman in front of him. “Really, I’m not half as stupid as I look right now, I promise…”

Harley watched Jim with a doubtful gaze, wondering how on earth this obviously drunken man was going to be her ‘salvation’ of sorts. Not that she expected much more than this, of course. When you wanted something done that was illegal, well, you didn’t exactly expect the people doing it to /not/ be shady. Not that either of them looked extremely untrustworthy – as a matter of fact, they looked quite nice, had they not been a little beat up. Fortunately, the other brother, Luis, didn’t seem half as drunk as his brother. Or as stupid.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware I needed to earn my admittance to a public place.” She said quickly, frowning a bit at the two males in front of her. They certainly were a curious pair, if nothing else. They definitely weren’t like many men she’d met before, not that she’d had the chance to meet many men around here anyways.
She took in a deep breath, and let out a heavy sigh as she waited for the pair to do their private bit of bantering, until, finally, it was asked what she wanted.
“I need to get to Paris,” She said smoothly, frowning a bit, for she was starting to doubt whether or not these two could, or would help her. “I could just go hop on a train, I know, but…I don’t have any papers. And, well, someone told me you might be able to help with that?” She asked, a bit of hope sparkling in her eyes for a brief moment. “But if I’m bothering you, I’ll just…try and find someone else.”

[``MIA]

((the king's speech is a good movie.
i wanna slap his kids though
god
they way they looked at him when he tried
reading them a story.
that's how i feel when i speak in public.

lol. that's
static
like my hair.
my teacher walked by me once
and my hair was sticking to her shirt
lmaoooo. siiggh. that's bad.))

Kairi wondered if he knew anything at all, and she stared at him in confusion as he seemed to brush everything off as though it were simply because he had drunk too much. She reached up to push her auburn hair from her face, the wet strands desperately clinging to her face as though it were a life-line. A small feeling of panic ran through her. She should have realized this, she knew. He wouldn't have been so old if he knew, he would've been here since a child if that were it. But he had been hiding from her, he had been escaping her grasp. "Do you not know?" she said quietly, peering up at him with sympathetic brown eyes as she pursed her lips. "Did your father not tell you, Oliver?"
Granted, she didn't know anything about a family. She woke up as she was, a nixie in the water, alone for centuries. She wouldn't understand why a father would want to protect his son from the wrong things he had done, so that, perhaps, his son would not think too harshly of him.
"You belong to me now," she said quietly, as if she wasn't basically claiming a live human being, and it was just a pet she was playing with. But Oliver was human, and she didn't really ever understand humans.

He felt his eyebrows furrow in confusion as she seemed to brush him off, and Luis only sent him a pointed look at this. When Jim waved his older brother away, not wanting to deal with his nagging at the moment, the blond only sighed and made his way through the crowd, leaving the two alone. "Oh, you're not bothering me at all," he said pleasantly, though his voice still sounded husky, and his cheeks were flushed, hair in disarray. It wasn't the appearance you wanted when talking to such a beautiful lady like Harley, but Jim was never one for proper etiquette. He, after all, had been poor for his whole life, why did it matter what he acted like now? And besides, this girl needed his help. He was the only one who was brave enough, and some may say stupid enough, to forge passports for random people. "I am, my dear, the best one at forging those little things you're looking for. It comes at a price, however." He siezed her up, eying the woman with apprehension, before grinning a little wolfishly.
"Have you heard? They believe the Princess might be alive."

[Mur]

((Yusushshh dude omg it is. xD
And I loooovveee the story behind it, too
Not just the king himself, but the writer of the screenplay
just fantastic, mia, absolutely fantastic.
One of the best movies ever.
And yes, those girls, >=( Uuggh the queen.
They needed slapped in that scene, even though it's understandable
-so many feelings-

xDDDDD
wooww lmao mine does that too though xDDD
and my coat gets SUPER staticy. xDDD like, seriously
I can hear it sometimes. LMAO It's that bad xDDDD

I mad at myself for missing SPN =(
And for taking so long to reply to this.
I been busy, man. Freakishly. Busy.
But now I have a regular-ish schedule at work, so, =3
And hopefully this computer wont delete my posts again, >=(

and dududueee i saw the woman in black yesterday xDDDD
The guy behind my mom and I was freaking out sooooo much xDDD
IT scared the crap out of him lmaaoo he was like gasping and freaking out
the whole time. xD))

He tried to ignore noticing it, the way she brushed the hair out of her face, the beauty of her movements. Of course, he was a man, and a rather shameless one at that, so he very obviously did notice, and liked noticing it. But as the girl continued to speak, confusing him, making him wonder, curious.
“Do I not know what, exactly?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows together in an innocent, but baffled way, listening as the girl continued to go on, referencing things that he couldn’t possibly understand. “My father didn’t tell me what?” He inquired, not quite sure where this was going. And then as she spoke next, saying he ‘belonged’ to her, he couldn’t help but grin, and suddenly, rather unexpectedly, in fact; laugh.
“Belong to you? I’m sorry, I’m not following.” He said, grinning a little as he watched the girl. “How do I ‘belong’ to you, exactly? Did my father marry us off last night? I mean, I don’t even think that would be legal for him to do, but…I don’t know what he does in his spare time, I guess.”

She was starting to regret ever having spoken to Jim, the way he looked at her, with all deviousness in his eyes, and the obviously drunken state of his demeanor. She needed a good forger, yes, and as far as she knew, Jim was going to be the best, but…she couldn’t exactly that say that she trusted him. Not yet, at least. There was something…odd about him, she couldn’t even explain it. She just knew that there was something going on inside of his head that she wasn’t going to like.
“A price?” She repeated back to him, frowning a little. “If you’re looking for a lot of money, I don’t have it. You’d be better off stealing from a rat.” She murmured, feeling a little hopeless as she eyed the boy. “And if you’re looking for…something else, then I’ll have you know that I don’t do that sort of thing.” She added with a slight huff, scowling a the boy.
But then he mentioned something odd – something about the princess, which had absolutely nothing to do with her. She wasn’t even sure why he was bringing it up, aside from the fact that he was clearly drunk. “Yes, I have, but what’s that got to do with me?” She asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest .