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Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Withdrawing her hand from the bike, pulling it into her chest while her other hand rubbed the slightly agitated area in which Slade had slapped, her bright blue eyes looked upon him with her lower lip sticking out just slightly. He didn't hurt her, she could take a lot more of a physical beating than that, it was more the fact that his actions caused her heart to sink a small bit lower in her chest. She wasn't getting the bike, and she wasn't getting his approval. Two things that had the cute blonde re-thinking what she had done wrong, her gears already working on how to turn it into something right. "Let's leave fun for later. For now, I need your blades to do the work." Dropping her gloved hands back to her sides, Rose tilted her head a bit as she reached back and withdrew the twin blades once more from her back. Her eyes flicked over to where Slade had been looking to get an idea as to what it was that he wanted her to do, the position of his mask having her eyes finally meet on the door which he soon discovered had been locked up tight, for security reasons, of course. Stepping aside from the bike she had previously set her heart on she walked over to Slade, letting her hips sway side to side in an alluring manner as she reached him, keeping her eyes trained on the single one she could see looking back at her. "Of course you wouldn't want any of the ones already gift-wrapped for us by Santa." Rose said with an overly dramatic sigh. "Very well..." "How's your driving?" "Guess I'm alright, mate. Do y' want me t' blow us a hole or whut? I promise not to 'ave a repeat of them guards earlier!" Stepping forward, swords drawn with the edges catching the light from above, Rose took the couple steps needed before she reached the door. With practiced precision, Rose sunk down both blades into the safety box that was otherwise meant for code entry and a retinal scan, causing the entire thing to short out and spark but Rose stayed put, not put off by the temporary fire zone and sunk her blades into it even further. She moved the blades around a bit, tearing up the surrounding metal like butter, seeming to be 'looking' for something until finally there was a click and the massive, double-reinforced steel door groaned followed by a pressurized hissing sound, causing a bit of steam to leak out of the seams in the door that finally started to swing open slowly, given it's massive weight. "So long as you drive on the right side of the road Cap." Rose said, answering Captain Boomerang's question by removing her swords from the wall with a grating metal sound and placed them back on their sheaths on her back and walking back over to the small group. Smiling over at Captain Boomerang for a moment, she looked back to Slade, having to look up given their massive height difference and flicked her gaze back over to the door. "All yours big guy." She said looking back at him with a smile that would have one wondering if she was even talking about the open door anymore.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

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[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Once Upon A Time (Restart)

Alan Woodard and Eliza Brie - Present Evening - Lake Tahoe Ski Lodge Pool Room

Text Message Received: 1:03 am. Hay prinses Store hours still 24/7 I intend 2 get some l8 night shopin in intrestid? 1:03 am. Princess? Since when did I earn that nickname? Either way, the store is open 24/7 and I assume you want the specials, so tell me, what did you have in mind? 1:10 am. So long the special wares a swimsoot meat down in lobby & bring a oranje ;) 1:11 am. Alright, well the specials have just climbed out the second story window and jumped down into the snow. Sister has friends over, I'll grab an orange from the staff room when I get there, okay? 1:12 am. k ------------------------------------------ Lowering her phone slightly she glanced back at her family home a smirk playing on her lips as she slipped it back into place inside her bikini top her feet working to carry her further away from her sister and her friend and closer to where she was supposed to be meeting Alan, turning back to look at where she was going she picked up the pace her walk turning into a run as she quickly headed towards the lobby slowing to a stop in front of the lobby doors her hands coming together in front of her as she looked around for where he was her stomach twisting nervously as she bit down on her lower lip. Shifting slightly on her feet she broke her fingers apart lifting her hand up to run her fingers through her long wavy blonde locks ruffling them out softly in hopes of giving them some more volume as she waited. Why she was so on edge and nervous she wasn't sure, it wasn't like she hadn't gone out on dates before, she'd been on a few of them... This one just felt different... Oddly enough, the lobby doors were left unlocked for her as though it were the middle of the day. Even more strange, the blinking from the security cameras were completely absent, even on the hidden ones where people like Eliza or her father only knew where they were. The low lighting of the moon filtering in through the closed blinds settled down on a lone figure in the center of the lobby, lounging back in one of the plush chairs looking flashing Eliza a smile though the darkness. Alan looked just the same as he had when they had their afternoon rendezvous, save the wool sweatshirt he had managed to get back earlier that afternoon before he met up with Annelise, but after Daria. His eyes looked over her new outfit, at least the parts he could see from the dim lighting before he looked back up at her, keeping his smile. "Good, you made it. Follow me." Pushing himself up from the lounge chair, Alan motioned for her to follow down a series of hallways before coming to the pool area, where (surprisingly enough) the door was also unlocked. Opening up the door for them, Alan slipped inside after letting her in first and closed it back up behind him. Almost always packed to the brim with tourists, the entire pool area was empty. The overhead lights were all off but both the pool and hot tub were lit with the underwater lights, making the water look more green and tranquil than usual. "Hey, sorry it took me a bit to get around to texting you, I lost the card with your number on it sometime during the day. Had to remember the number from memory." He explained tapping his forefinger to his temple. "Not exactly easy, but I figured one of the combinations had to work eventually..." Catching sight of movement in the corner of her eye she turned herself around her eyes coming to rest on him for a moment before they glanced around the room an impressed look on her face as she moved inside her arms folding over her chest and her smirk playing over her lips, "Impressive... You know, if you wanted to get into the lodge, all you had to do was ask me to bring the keys and I would have." Shaking her head she turned away from him wandering past the front desk before disappearing into the back room for a moment returning only once she had an orange firmly in her grasp, holding it up for him to see she moved closer to him tilting her head curiously her mind still trying to figure out why he wanted her to bring one in the first place, "Alright, I'm curious... How many times did you look at that card for you to be able to memorize my number..." Chuckling softly she waited for him to move a head of her before she began to follow allowing him to lead her down the familiar hallways until the two of them passed through the doors into the pool room that she rarely ever used due to the large amount of guests that always seemed to staying at the lodge, moving past him she let her eyes flick from the sparkling clear waters of the large pool lit only by the light of the built in lights rather than the normal down lights above them over to the hot tub that seemed to bubbling away just inviting her to jump in and relax, "Alright... So I get why you wanted me to wear my bathers... I just don't understand why you wanted me to bring the orange..." Pulling forward and away from her, Alan headed towards the hot tub, stripping himself free of the wool sweater and dumped it down onto a vinyl chair that already had two, fluffy white towels waiting for their use at a later time. Lifting one of his feet for his hands to start pulling off his shoe, he looked over at Eliza, then at the orange she held in her hand and smirked. "I was hungry. Thought I could do with a bit of a snack. Tear into that one for me, yeah?" He asked and then returned to the task of pulling off his other shoe, followed by his blue shirt she had seen him wearing earlier that day in the restaurant. "I didn't have to look at the card all that often. I've developed what you would call a sort of photographic memory over the last few years. Comes with the job." He explained as he kicked his shoes underneath the chair and added his shirt to the small pile of clothes before working on his belt and jeans button and zipper. Scrunching up her face in a playful manner she reached out pushing lightly against his shoulder before she pulled her hand back peeling open the orange before she paused for a moment her head shaking from side to side as she lifted the card they had been talking about up from inside of the orange so that he could see, "Lost it, huh? Smooth, real smooth..." Handing him the freshly peeled orange and the card she kicked off her boots her arms crossing over her body as she pulled them up and off dropping them to the ground by her now bare feet, reaching into her bikini she pulled her phone out placing it on the small pile she had made before she lifted her arms up gathering up her long locks only to pull them into a messy blonde bun on top of her head. "Oh, hey! You found it!" Alan replied in mock surprise. He took both the card and the orange from her, running his tongue over the card to clean up the orange juices before slipping it into his pants pocket before he let his undone pants fall to a useless pile at his ankles. "Good thing, that will come in handy for when I call you for a third date." He replied confidently, stepping out of his pants leaving him in nothing but his boxers and a necklace laid delicately on his chest. Most of the scratches along his shoulders, upper arms and back had healed up, the skin surrounding the small lines no longer red and irritated. The handful of love bites, as well as the scratches on his body, still mostly hidden by the darkness of the pool room as he hung back, watching Eliza strip down and popped a section of the orange into his mouth. "Oh, cute... So you think you'll be getting a third date do you?" Stepping back a couple of steps she lifted her hand up motioning with her finger for him to follow her as she turned her body stepping down and into the water her hands brushing over the surface as she let the warmth spread through her causing her smile to grow, lowering herself into the water completely up to her shoulders she waded through the water enjoying the small pleasure that it gave her without the stress or worry of what she still had to do or that she was doing something wrong weighing down upon her. Turning her body around so that she was glancing at him she paused for a moment her eyes flicking up and down his body taking in everything from the bite marks to the scratches, all dimmed in the darkness of the room though she was still able to see faint outlines of them, "..What are they..." Following close behind, Alan couldn't help to let his eyes look over her body once more, but now with much less clothing than before, there wasn't much left to his very wild and vivid imagination. He thought he caught a glimpse of something a little dark on the back of her right thigh but his eyes were too fastened onto her shapely ass to give it much of a second look before she slipped down into the bubbling hot water, bringing his eyes and mind back to what was going on around them again. "What?" Confused by her question, he followed her gaze to his right shoulder where one of the scratches trails led down his chest a bit. By habit, Alan simply shrugged as he sat himself down on the edge of the hot tub, dipping his feet into the water and feeling it's warmth envelop him all the way up to his mid calf. "You know, cats." He stated lamely, not exactly trying to hide the truth from her, but also not wanting to get into it with her either. "Don't worry about it, Princess. Here, hungry?" Peeling another wedge away from the orange, he handed it out to her for her to take. "Really? Hm, didn't take you to be a pet kind of guy." Tilting her head to the side with obvious surprise written over her features she shook her head shoving the thoughts from her mind so that she could continue to enjoy the night he was trying to offer her, wading forward she crossed over the hot tub slowing only when she was standing in front of him a small smile playing over her lips, "Alright, I trust you... And..." Lifting her hands out of the water she placed them gently on knees letting her thumbs gently slide back and forth over his skin before she pressed down on them lifting herself up and out of the water. "I am a little bit hungry, I skipped out on popcorn..." Opening her mouth she waited for him to give her some her eyes flicking up to catch his gaze holding it as she shifted her hands moving them up from his knees to his thighs so that she could get a better balance her body pressing against the side of the tub. "What can I say, I'm a guy full of surprises." Alan replied with a gentle shrug of his shoulders and a bit of an arrant smirk. Looking down at her hands as she placed them first on his knees, and then his thighs, he couldn't help his imagination taking off with him again as he forced his eyes back up, though slowly making sure to admire the way her stomach flattened against the side of the tub, the way her chest was being pushed out as she leaned forward, how very kissable her lips looked waiting for the orange slice he had promised her... Dragging the orange slice across her bottom lip, both in a bit of teasing and to get the orange juices to start running down her chin, he finally gave in and pressed the wedge into her mouth, using his thumb to catch the juices on her lower lip and slipped the tip of his thumb inside. "Popcorn huh? Well now, I feel a bit better about myself that you gave up something so incredible to spend time with a cheeky bastard like me." Keeping her eyes connected with his she sunk her teeth into the slice of orange pulling it further into her mouth her lips closing around his thumb and her tongue brushing up against it as she began to clean it of any juice from the wedge he had given her, pulling back slowly the corners of her lips turned up in a small smirk as she chewed for a moment before swallowing what was in her mouth, "Oh you should... Unlike the cute little tricks you pull for me, microwave popcorn is some real magic, it's able to transport me to heaven with just a single piece." Lifting one of her hand up she gently let it rest on his shoulder using it to pull her further out of the water and closer to his level until she was almost completely eye to eye with him her cheeks a light shade of red from her own actions, leaning in she let her eyes close as she pressed her soft pink lips against his own something she had been thinking of since the two of them had met in the restaurant earlier that day. He was already about to deliver a witty comeback as he watched her raise out of the water a bit more to look him better in the eye, but he was cut off immediately as she quickly pressed her lips to his. Eyes widening with his eyebrows shooting to his hairline, he had to think back to something he might have said or did that would constitute this kind of reaction from her, but was unable to think on anything that wouldn't constitute him as an arrogant asshole in her eyes. Still... he wasn't about to start complaining. It just made his job that much more easy. Keeping his lips were she had them molded into hers, he reached his arm back to set the remainder of the orange back behind him and away from the hot tub's ledge before bringing it back around her to hold the back of her head, just underneath the messy bun she had pulled her hair up into. Pressing his lips in closer to hers and a bit more firmly, he used his free arm to wrap around her other side and placed his hand on her waist, using the muscles in his arm and her light figure to his advantage and pulled her up just a bit more so that she could rest herself down on his leg; straddling him front-ways and forcing her legs to bend a bit; now completely out of the water. Pulling his lips away from hers for a breath of a moment, he adjusted his head a bit and went back in, the tip of his tongue tracing the seam of her lips in a silent inquiry. Lifting her other hand up as she felt him lifting her up into the air she wrapped it around his neck her body shifting and her legs pressing tight into the side of his legs as she sat back on his lap her breathing picking up as she let him take control of the situation already having come to the realization that he knew a lot more about these things than she did, sliding her other hand up his neck from his shoulder she let it rest softly against his cheek her thumb sliding back and forth over his skin as she caressed it softly her back arching slightly so her body was pressing into his. Relaxing her body as she felt him pull away her lips parted slightly to catch up on the breath lost though the moment was quick as he once more pulled her back into him his tongue slowly tracing the line of her lip causing her to gasp softly against him her lips parting further away from one another answering the silent question he had just asked of her, wrapping her arm tighter around the back of his neck she pressed herself closer against his body her heart racing in her chest beating so hard that she was afraid that he might hear. After a few more moments of enjoying the feeling of his lips against hers she pulled away slightly her forehead pressing gently against his own as she tried to catch her breath her voice softer than it had been minutes before when they had been talking with one another, "And to think I was going to finally give in to Jason... I'm so glad you messaged me, you're the only one I can see myself with right now..." Alan kept a gentle, but firm hold on her lips for as long as he possibly could, getting drunk off of whatever it was that she was giving him until she ultimately pulled away. Feeling his head bowing forward slightly as she pressed their foreheads together, her words to him made his heart do something... strange. He wasn't sure what it was exactly, but it wasn't at all unpleasant. Still though, that alien feeling in his chest slowly dissipated into slight confusion as he thought on her words more clearly. She could see herself with him? He wasn't stupid, he knew what that meant, but he had to wonder for a brief moment if she even knew what she meant, or maybe she had just phrased it wrong. He had thought he had been pretty damn clear with his intentions thus far, though hers seemed to be slightly different if what she said was true. Truly, Alan couldn't remember the last actual relationship he had been in that didn't stem from trying to get a girl into bed with him, agreeing only to the relationship in hopes to get into her pants sooner and then breaking it off after he got bored with the sex. He drew in his lower lip into his mouth, running his tongue over it as he tried to think, tasting more than orange juice and her own flavor there, but something that had his eyebrow raising up a bit. Strawberry... tequila? Closing his eyes for a moment, he tried to think on why that tasted so familiar, and yet so strange until finally he remembered the alcohol he had bought for Daria. Oh... right... they were friends... Well he supposed he should have seen that one coming, though by the way Eliza was acting with him then and now, he could only assume that Daria hadn't said a word to her friend. He wasn't sure how this would work out if she had... He pulled his forehead away from hers a bit, tilting his head back just a bit so that he was looking down at her from the bottom of his eyes, chewing on his cheek as he tried to remember what it was that he had said in the first place before his mind began to wander. "It's the magic, huh? Chicks always dig the magic... wanting to know if I can... work a little magic of my own." He replied with a confident wink. Letting her gaze wander for a moment she relaxed her arm around his neck letting the hand on his cheek drop until both of them were resting on his shoulders again her body sitting up straighter as she pushed on him lightly putting more space in between their bodies, turning her gaze back to meet his her smile dropped instantly from her face her lips still parted as she spoke clearly taken back by his reaction to her words and then again by his own response, "It has nothing to do with the magic... And it certainly doesn't have anything to do with wanting to find out if you can work it in other ways. I can't believe it... You really think that I'm that type of girl..?" She knew exactly what he was talking about and though she had never done it before herself, sex was certainly one of the furthest things on her mind if not the last thing all together. Feeling more than a little disappointed in both him and herself she shook her head her body turning away from him as she stood up brushing past him as she headed back to where their clothes were laying in a heap on the ground. Feeling her slip away from him before her words had a chance to sink into his mind, he immediately realized that he had fucked up somewhere. With his mind moving on auto-pilot, putting his years of a womanizer to use, Alan got up from his sitting position on the edge of the hot tub and quickly caught up to Eliza, reaching out and wrapping an arm around her waist and pulled her back into him bringing her back flush with his chest. "Hey, hey, hey... Princess... I was only joking; a jest. C'mon, you know I don't think you're that kind of girl..." He reassured her, keeping his voice low. Well... now he knew she wasn't that kind of girl... dammit. But that only made her a challenge for him to work on, a puzzle to solve where the reward would be much sweeter than any 'spur-of-the-already-physically-exhausted-moment' he could come up with right now. There just wasn't any way he would be able to move on to the next girl without exploring this one, so he would take this challenge with his head held up high, knowing that he wouldn't find a girl quite like her no matter where or how hard he looked. There was just something about her; rocking body aside, that just... clicked. Slowly moving his other arm to wrap around her from the other direction, he kept his hands on her lower abdomen, feeling the soft muscles beneath her flesh as he rested his chin on her shoulder and planted a small kiss there. "Alright, I'm sorry. Here, let me re-introduce myself..." Pulling himself away from her, he walked around her side to face her straight on and held out a hand for her to shake. "You know Alan the Street Performer. Why don't you just try out plain, simple, poor-boy Alan?" Freezing her body tensed up as she felt his arm slip around her waist pulling her back into his body his chest pressing flat against her causing her to hunch her shoulder her head turning and her lips parting in slight surprise as she looked back at him listening to him try and talk her into staying, furrowing her brows she closed her mouth her jaw clenching as she tried to figure out whether or not she could believe what he was saying to her or if he was just spouting lies to try and help get her into bed with him. Feeling his other arm snake around her body she dropped her hands down to where his were resting against her abdomen her shoulders still hunched over in a defensive manner as she tore her gaze from him, stopping as she felt him lean down his chin resting against her she paused her body relaxing only slightly as she felt his lips pressing lightly against her shoulder and his warm breath flowing over her skin as he continued to try and get her not to leave. Shaking her head with a look of disbelief on her features she stepped back watching as he walked around her only to stop and extend his hand for her to shake as though it was going to make it all better, "..Unbelievable... And why on earth should I believe a single word you say to me..?" He paused before answering, keeping his hand extended out to her while the fingers on his other hand twitched a bit awkwardly at his side, suddenly very aware of the water running down his legs from his drenched boxer shorts. He pressed his lips together, keeping his blue eyes on hers and gave a sideways smile with an innocent shrug, looking similar to that of a child who had just got caught with their hand in the cookie-jar. "Because you think I'm cute?" He tried, remembering her words back at the restaurant earlier that day, but figuring that his answer wouldn't go over very well with how serious she was being (serious was just one of those emotions he just didn't understand too well) he tried a different approach. "And because you know in your heart I'm really a good guy and wouldn't ever hurt you, and, as you said... you trust me." His lips pressed back into a firm line with his latter comment, his mind thinking on the words that he hadn't quite expected to come out of his own mouth. It was strange, because he almost had himself believing his lie. There was just a whole lot of explainable strangeness when Eliza was around. Good. He liked interesting. "I'm sorry, Princess. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just kind of a dick most of the time; comes with the profession I guess; a sense of humor that no one really gets but me..." Choosing to ignore his earlier attempt at an answer she sighed almost silently as she let her body relax completely her shoulders straightening out and her arms coming up to wrap around her body her gaze drifting away from his, "I understand humor... I'm not stupid or anything like that. I just-..." Shifting slightly where she stood she thought about how to phrase what she wanted to say to him finally giving up before just speaking what was on her mind as best as she could, "I just don't want you thinking that I'm the type of girl who's just going to give you everything that you want, when you want it... I already gave you my first kiss tonight Alan..." Shaking her head softly from side to side she let her arms drop from around her body her eyes lifting back up to meet with his once more, "I'm sorry, I'm not ready to give you my first time too..." "Your first time huh?" Alan asked, pulling back his un-shaken hand a bit to raise it up to cup the side of her face, letting his thumb trace the outline of her lower lip. "Coulda fooled me. I thought you did rather well. Excellent in fact." He grinned, feeling the mood lighten up, at least a little bit. Well, if she wasn't ready now, he had to make sure that there would be plenty of opportunities later to get what he wanted. That was something he could live with for the time being. Moving both hands now, he placed them, one on each of her shoulders. "Princess, I'm a street magician, not a mind reader- well, I actually have a couple tricks-" Alan had to force his mouth shut to keep it from going rogue with his thoughts. This definitely wasn't the time to start rambling. Couldn't he just be serious for one god damn minute? It was turning out to be a lot harder than he initially thought. "I didn't know this was your first... really, I'm actually seriously surprised a whole slew of guys haven't thrown themselves at your feet, begging for your attention by now. I guess it makes sense though, even I was intimidated by your radiant beauty at first... but then I realized I was pretty damn good looking too, so I figured it had to work out somehow..." Okay he tried, he really did, but that last statement couldn't be helped, nor the grin on his face at knowing he was being cute. Lifting her shoulders up slightly she dropped them back down slowly her hands coming together in front of her body her gaze wandering down to them as she watched her fingers playing with one another nervously as she began to confess, "It's not that they haven't tried... I mean-... Guys have hit on me before, many times; when I was in school, some of the guys I teach, even a couple of the ones I compete against..." Pausing for a moment she chewed on her lower lip taking a slow breath before she let her eyes lift back up to meet his showing him the truth behind her words the tone of her voice telling him that she honestly believed him to be different from the others that she had met before, "..You're the only guy who's been able to catch my eye... I've been waiting all this time just to find the right guy; someone who was different... Who I thought wasn't a typical guy who just wanted to use me and then move on..." Hesitating for a moment she let her light blue orbs search his for the answers she wasn't sure she was ever going to be able to find on her own without asking, "If your not that guy... Then please, tell me now, before I waste any more of your time by being here..." He could feel the words coming up his throat before he even had a chance to think on them, 'trust your instincts' nearly fell from his lips before he realized what was happening and swallowed them back down. She believed he was different, that he wasn't into her for just her body. How the hell he had managed that one was certainly the most phenomenal magic trick he had yet to pull off, but she was taking the bait, and he was more than willing to set the hook. With years of lying under his belt, Alan slipped one hand down from her shoulder to cup her under the chin, lifting her head up just a bit more as he looked down at her. His other hand slid down from her other shoulder and rested it gently on the curve of her hip as he took a single step forward, closing the distance of their bodies to a hair's breadth. Meeting her eyes, matching the same emotion that she was giving him he nodded. "You won't waste my time, and I won't waste any of yours. You can count on that, Princess." Turning her head to watch his hand slip from her shoulder her lips parting slightly as she felt his fingers cup her chin guiding her gaze back around and up to meet his own her arms raising as she let her hands slide up his chest before coming to a rest on his shoulders, blushing a darker shade of red as she caught the look in his eyes and the gentle tone of his voice she couldn't help the sweet smile that crossed over her lips the same one that they had held earlier when she had been wrapped up in his touch, "Then-... Then can we try this again? Please..?" Leaning in slowly her lips parted in a silent invitation a small gap keeping them separated while she hesitated small slivers of doubt still flickering about her mind though she wanted to believe the best in him... The truth that she believed was behind his every word... Deciding that he didn't want to answer her question with words, he closed the remaining distance between them by pulling her flush against his chest as he pressed his lips back down onto hers almost desperately. However, the moment she began to ease into him, he broke their kiss apart and bent down at the waist a bit, scooping her up in his arms bridal style and carried her back to the ledge of the hot tub. If he wasn't going to be getting any tonight- well, with her, then he was sure as hell going to get his use out of breaking into the lodge, disabling the cameras and relax back into the hot tub while making out with her. Carefully, still holding onto her, he stepped down onto the built-in steps of the hot tub and moved himself over to sit down on the stone seat, feeling the warmth of the water rise up all the way over his navel and almost to his chest. He set her down then back on his lap, allowing her to move into whatever position she felt most comfortable before returning his lips to hers once more. His eyes drifted closed, the hand that had once been supporting her legs moving up to cup her cheek softly, holding her head there as he pressed his lips to hers more firmly, exhaling a hot breath of hair through his nose onto the soft skin of her cheek. A soft gasp escaped through her lips as she felt him pull her hard against his body her breasts pressing against his chest making them appear bigger than they actually were as she arched her back reveling in the feeling that his touch gave her the nervous emotions that she had been feeling earlier overshadowed by the want for his touch and embrace that was now spreading through her, yelping slightly as she felt her legs get scooped out from under her she slid her arms from his shoulders wrapping them around his neck holding on tightly in fear that she was going to fall from his arms to the floor below them the warmth of the water rising up around them helping her to relax once more in his arms. Noticing his grip relax around her she shifted her body twisting it around as she once more bent her legs pressing them in tightly on either side of his as she carefully sat back on his lap her arms tightening pulling herself as close as she could against him as her lips molded again into his her head tilting into the warmth of his palm, her back arching to accommodate for his arm around her while she tried her best not to melt into him right there and then. His lack of words though not expected were exactly what she needed giving her all the answers to the questions she had asked of him, it was a second chance for them to be together, to try again and see where this relationship would go... If that's what this even was... Either way it was something she was curious to find out. Keeping his lips on hers for a good few moments, just enjoying the slow pace they were going, he eventually broke them apart only to plant a firm kiss on the corner of her mouth, and then another on the strong line of her jaw and then a third just under her jaw where he could feel her pulse beating harshly against her skin. Keeping his lips there, he bared his teeth just a bit to graze the tips of them across her skin, though keeping it light and then returning his lips there to finish the elevated action with a gentle kiss. All the while, his hand on her hip had trailed down over the outside of her thigh straddling his right leg, his fingers tracing the strong muscles there down to her knee and then back up again, returning his hand to her thigh like the good little boy she wanted him to be. It was hard, God it was hard, but he refrained from touching her anywhere else; one wrong slip and this entire thing was blown, and he'd be blue-balled more than just one night. He dragged his lips back up the slight trail he had made earlier with his kisses, finding her lips with his once again and returned them there with a hard kiss, prying her lips back open with his tongue and slid it inside, meeting with hers at long last. Her breath feathered as she dropped her head back slightly biting down on her lower lip as she felt his lips slowly trail away from her own leaving soft kissing over her skin causing her to bite down lower the pressure threatening to split her lip open; first the corner of her lips... Then her jaw... And then just a little lower causing her heart to beat frantically within her chest the teenage girl unused to being touched in such a manner. Her breath caught in her throat her body tensing as she felt his hands slide down her legs only to have it relax again as he slid them back up brushing back and forth over her skin in a soothing touch his lips slowly making their way back to hers again forcing her to let it slip from her teeth her tongue brushing up against his as it entered into her mouth, the feeling was new to her and even though she wasn't sure whether she was enjoying it or not she made no move to stop wanting to show him that she was willing to try new things for him if that's what he wanted her to do as she continued to let him explore her mouth. He took it slow, feeling her body shaking slightly against his close hold despite the extreme temperature of the hot tub. For a moment, he simply let her lead, allowing her to set the soft, slow pace of their tongues intertwining as she got used to what he knew was something very new to her before he eventually took over. He continued to explore her mouth, leaving her tongue behind for a moment to run over the roof of her mouth, exploring more and more of her and finding areas that she especially liked going by the way her body reacted and committing them to memory. This wouldn't be the last time he would kiss her, after all. After what felt like a blissful eternity, he eased his tongue back into his own mouth and slowly parted their lips, lifting the hand opposite her waist to caress the side of her face gently. "So... I'm good for a third date, yeah?" Opening her eyes slowly as she savored the feeling that she could still feel from his lips being against hers, from his tongue moving about her mouth exploring every tiny little inch of her mouth... The thought alone causing her cheeks to turn a brilliant shade of red as she tried to turn her mind and attention back to him as he began to speak to her his touch causing her to automatically lean her cheek into the palm of his hand, taking a deep breath in she held it for a moment or two before finally letting it out slowly through her nose now feeling more confident that she would be able to answer him, "Of course, I can't wait." Relaxing her grip around his neck she slid her arms back just enough to have her hands come together behind him her fingers gently playing with the bottom of his hair as she just admired him for a few peaceful moments just happy to be in his company, "I know that we haven't exactly seen eye to eye on this up until this point... And I'm sorry if bringing it up is going to be a waste considering we just spoke about it, but... I need to hear it from you." Her gaze dropped to his chest for a couple of seconds before she lifted it back up to meet with his eyes once again, "I just need to hear you say it... What is this to you..?" Alan nearly groaned out in annoyance at her question, but he knew immediately that would be the wrong move here, and then he would have to say goodbye to ever getting into her pants. But of course she wanted to go and put a label on things! Why not? Let things get more complicated, sure. Keeping his hand on her cheek, letting the pad of his thumb gently stroke the skin under it, he met her eyes and used the same answer he always defaulted to with these types of situations; obviously this wasn't the first time he was asked something so serious. "That a stunningly beautiful creature such as yourself found it in her heart to give a poor sonofabitch like myself a whispering chance... and for that I could die tomorrow a happy man. But beyond that..." He paused to then trail his hand down from her cheek to hold the back of her neck, bending his own head forward to graze his teeth playfully on the shell of her ear before whispering, "What do you want it to be?" Furrowing her brows she frowned as she listened to the words that he was whispering into her ear her hands sliding from around his neck to rest on his chest pushing lightly against it to put more space in between them her expression showing him that his answer clearly wasn't the one that she had been looking for. Was he honestly trying to pull that on her, trying to push her own question back onto her... "Alan... I already know what I want this to be... What I would like, what I do want now, is to find out whether or not you want the same thing that I do." Shaking her head softly she kept her gaze fixed on his as she let her words sink in hopefully stirring up some sort of truthful answer that he was willing to give her in return for her asking him the question in the first place, "I want your honest answer. Is that too much to ask for... So please; what is this to you?" She asked the question again her back curving as she leant back into the water keeping the space between them her arms dropping down and pressing against her as she waited for him to answer her eyes burning with the curiosity that she had and the hope that she wasn't wrong about him. Feeling her pushing back on him slightly, he knew that there wasn't any way he was going to be getting back to what they were doing without answering her, but at the same time he didn't want to screw himself over by an answer either. He removed his arms from her body to rest back on top of the lip of the hot tub that was behind him. "Well, I guess that depends, Princess. What do you want this to be? You haven't really said anything that would give me any clear idea. Like I said before, I'm not a real mind reader..." He reminded her. "So, how would I know if it's the same thing if I don't know what it is you want from me?" Huffing out a sigh she stared at him with a look of disbelief on her face her head shaking back and forth slowly as she began to realize that he was never going to give her an answer to her question, "You can't even answer a simple question about what it is that you want. I thought by the conversation we had earlier that you would have figured out what I want this to be. But I don't care about that, I want to know what you want... I want to know what the hell I am to you." Staring at him for a moment longer she gave up not even bothering to pull herself away in the water as she simply stood up stepping over him and up the steps lifting herself out of the hot tub droplets of water rolling over her skin and down to the floor as she walked quickly over to where her things were laying on the ground waiting for her, crouching down she began to snatch up her clothes standing up only to throw them onto the bench instead taking up the towel so that she could dry herself off before she even thought about pulling them back on, "It isn't a hard question Alan... So I don't understand why you won't just answer it already, why your avoiding it like the damn plague..." Actually letting out a small groan this time, watching her step over him and out of the hot tub, he turned himself around and crossed his arms out in front of him on the surface of the concrete, resting his chin on the tops of his hands. For a brief moment, as he watched her walk away, he managed a glimpse of that same dark spot on the back of her thigh, though his eyes had adjusted to the darkness considerably since they first arrived, and realized it was actually the cutest little birthmark he had ever seen, and upon looking a bit harder, he was able to eventually make out the shape of what ironically looked like a snowflake. Huh... fitting... His mind was immediately brought back to her at the sound of her agitated voice and with the strength of his arms he pulled himself out of the tub and onto the solid concrete ground. Not even stopping to bother with a towel, he walked to her for the second time and put both arms around her again though held her loosely, the gears in his head working double time trying to remember every sappy chick flick he had ever been subjected into watching. "You want me to say it? Fine. I'll say it. I want you. Bad. I want you to be mine so that no other guy can lay their eyes on you without thinking of me and what I'd do to them if I caught them even so much as lookin. I want to be the guy that points out the hottie in the room and is able to say with pride 'that's my girlfriend.' I wanna be the first thing you think of when you wake up and the last thing you think about when you fall asleep." Hey... it could work... Hearing the water dripping to the ground behind her she turned her head looking back over her shoulder at him her arm reaching out to drop the towel onto the ground (not wanting it to become drenched) just in time as his arms wrapped around her body again her eyes lifting up to meet his gaze as she tried to figure out what trick he was going to try and pull on her next though her thoughts were blown completely from her mind as he began to speak, her lips parted slightly her heart light in her chest skipping a beat completely before it began to race pounding against her rib cage with each word that he spoke causing her stomach to churn though this time she couldn't pick the emotions that were beginning to spread through every fiber of her being her voice slightly breathy as she tried to answer, "..Oh Alan..." Not being able to form any other words she turned on her heel her arms shooting up and around his neck as she pressed herself up onto the balls of her feet pulling him down the rest of the way to close the gap as she pressed her lips as hard as she could against his own trying to show him what she couldn't get across with her words at this time in her moment of excitement and happiness, pulling back after what felt like a lifetime she let her lips brush over his skin leaving a warm trail of breath over his skin as she pulled him closer letting herself come to a stop once she had them pressed against his ear her voice soft no more than a whisper as she finally came up with the words she had been searching for, "I want to be all those things... And more... But only for you..." Gauging by her girlish reaction, he had to figure that he had managed to finally find the right thing to say. Instinctively returning his kiss, as his mind wasn't even in the picture the moment she was touching him again- and even if it was just for a brief moment, he continued to hold her close as she parted their lips once more. Running his hand up her back slightly, feeling the hardened muscles there and then running his hand back down, he rested his palm on her lower back just above her bikini bottom's line and started to rub his fingers in small, firm circles where he knew most women carried a lot of stress, hoping that he was at least getting across that he was somewhat happy about this. "Well then, it's settled. That one cute guy doing cheap card tricks in the Tahoe Ski Lodge Lobby, probably illegally, is now and completely yours." He informed her with a jerky sort of single nod followed by a quirky smile. Smiling she tightened her arms around him her eyes closed for a moment as she leaned in gently nuzzling her nose against the nape of his neck her warm breath flowing over his skin as she enjoyed the moment happy to just stand there forever in his strong embrace, freezing a moment as she thought back to earlier on that day in the lobby when she had seen him pulling tricks with the women staying there her heart froze causing her to pull back her eyes staring into his as she tried to look serious through the happiness she was feeling was unable to be masked no matter how hard she tried, "Just promise me one thing... Promise me you won't do any card tricks that involve kissing other girls... Please... Unless it's me on the receiving end of your lips, I don't even want to think about it..." She gave him a gentle but weary smile knowing from the crowd that had been gathered around that it was one of the more popular tricks that he was able to pull off with ease though just the thought of it caused her chest to tighten with slight jealousy, biting her lower lip softly she slid one of her hands around from his neck letting it rest softly on his cheek for a few moments before she slid it up letting her fingers run through his hair pushing it back off his face so that she could see him properly, "If you can do this... If you can promise me this one thing, then that cute blonde princess you stalked at lunch? Well she'll completely belong to you as well." He visibly flinched at the thought of having to remove such an important part from his act. The distraction of kissing a bunch of hormonal teenage girls had proven to be the best way to nick various items from them in their distraction. Aside from the magic 'card swapping' by holding onto their wrists and taking their wrist-watch, it was the best way he got 'paid.' But just as quickly as these thoughts came to him, another few replaced them. Nevada was a big place. Hell, Tahoe was a big place. He didn't have to keep his magic act to the confines of the lobby, so as long as he steered clear from her a few miles at a time, then there was no harm in just doing whatever the hell he wanted; and that most definitely included kissing (among other things) other girls. At her second statement, his expression lightened and even his smile returned to his lips. "Oh, you mean that girl Ashley I followed into the restaurant? I dunno, she kind of shook me off pretty quick, I had to settle on the next cute blonde I spotted..." He chuckled but before she could go off in another one of her fits he quickly amended with, "I'm joking! I'm joking!" Hopefully, that would throw her enough to forget he had to actually say the words that he promised... because really, he didn't... nor would he promise something like that. Rolling her eyes she scrunched her face up trying to be cute as she dropped one of her hands playfully shoving his shoulder before she leaned back up her nose gently brushing back and forth against his own, "You're so damn lucky that you're as cute as you are..." Closing her eyes she let her body relax into his her head turning as she leaned in resting it against his chest her arms relaxing around his neck as they slid down over his shoulders and around his chest her palms flat against his bare back, opening her eyes slowly a small movement caught her attention causing her to flick her gaze up to the clock that was hanging on the wall the groan escaping her lips before she could stop herself. "Oh crap... I really don't want to go back there... They're going to kill me for ditching them and sneaking out the house..." Pursing her lips for a moment she thought about ways that she could possibly get out of seeing her sister and Daria both tonight and the following day, all she needed was enough time to pass for them to forget about her leaving the house in the middle of their annual sleepover or at least give her enough time to work out the best time to tell them why she had done it. Dropping her head back her arms relaxed a little so that she was able to look up at him her chin resting gently on his chest and a small smile playing on her lips, "Hey, since we're here and I have access to the cards, did you wanna just spend the night? I don't remember seeing your name on the guest list, but I can fix you up with a room or cabin if you want... Maybe even a suite. I just really don't want to go home and face my sister right now... I mean, she's been drinking, but she isn't that oblivious to the actions of those around her..." The notion that Eliza didn't want to return home... and abuse her rights as a lodge employee [i][b]and[/i][/b] get them both a room for the night was all too tempting; there wasn't any way in hell he would be able to pass something like that up. Though, the very moment that she had brought up drinking, the gears in his head began to work again. Sure sober Eliza wasn't ready for anything more... but drunk Eliza might... and with the two of them alone for the night, he very well may get what he wanted all along and be single again by morning. Taking her hands in his and bringing them together, he raised them up to his lips and placed a kiss in each of her palms before pulling away slightly. "Of course, I couldn't think of a better way to end my evening..." He stated with a genuine smile. "But, you'll have to text me the room number or something. Actually, just call me, I'm a bit bad with numbers sometimes. But I'm a bit hungry, and I'm sure you are too, so I'll go and grab us something to eat, maybe a couple drinks... a movie? Anyway, yeah, just let me know where you end up and I'll come and find ya." He finished, reaffirming his statement with a firm nod before reaching over to the vinyl chair and picked up his towel for the first time, patting himself dry to the best of his ability before starting to get dressed again. Her smile brightened as she listened to his answer her eyes dropping to her hands watching on as he lifted them up giving each of them a soft kiss upon her palm before her head nodding as she agreed to what he was saying just glad that he was willing to spend the night with her rather than subjecting her to hour long interrogations if she had of needed to go home, "Alright..! I'll get us the suite and I promise I'll call you with the room number, when you get there all you have to do is knock and I'll let you in okay?" Lifting her hand up she brushed some of the stray strands of hair sticking to her face back with the rest of her hair before she turned and began to gather up her things one by one hurrying to pull them onto her body so that she could go and do what she needed to do, "You're right by the way, I'm starving. After I left you in the restaurant I kinda skipped lunch... And dinner to get that paperwork done... So..." Pulling on her last boot she stood up straight turning to face him as she reached out her hands resting softly on his chest, "Food and a movie sound amazing right now, and as long as you can cure me of any hangover I get in the morning, then I can definitely go for a few drinks too." Gripping hold of the front of his top softly but firmly she pushed up on the balls of her feet she pressed her lips against his once again in a slow kiss wanting to savor it as much as she could before he left to go get what they needed from town. Jesus Christ this was too easy. All he had to do was guarantee he could cure her hangover? He had a million different remedies, not that he would really stick around long enough afterwards to care too much, but that was neither here nor there. Kissing her back with a bit more desire than he had intended, he let his arms wrap back around her briefly, pulling her into him before letting her go again. "Alright, alright." He said both to her and to himself to help clear his head. "Alright. Food, a movie, some drinks... shouldn't take me too long..." Breaking apart from her, he took a few steps and bent down at the hip, plucking the half-eaten orange from the ground and then gently tossed it over to her. "Here, something to tie you over until I get back for the main course." He winked, straightening himself back up. He patted his jean pockets, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be, mainly his wallet and his favorite deck of trick cards that now held most of the girls' phone numbers from earlier. "And by all means, in my absence, feel free to text, call, send as many nude pics as you want... it will keep me going on this perilous journey." He added on, if a bit dramatically with a mock of a bow before heading towards the pool room exit. Rolling her eyes she leaned down grabbing her phone up from the ground before she held it up waving it a little so that he could see it in her hand as he gave her an extremely over-dramatic bow making a show of mucking around with her, "I can text... I can call... But my dear sir, the closest to a nude you shall get is a bikini or underwear shot, and that's only if you're lucky and manage to talk me into it." Bringing her hands together in front of her she smiled chuckling to herself as she watched him leave the room pausing to look back around at the hot tub for a few moments before she followed behind making a beeline straight to the front desk so that she could check them into the lodge's suite for the night.

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Once Upon A Time (Restart)

Jafar Sholeh and Freya Beauchamp - Present Evening - The Moors Castle

Standing up straight she turned around as the sound of Jafar's voice hit her ears surprise written all over her face as understanding dawned over her features her hands dropping to her side and her gaze turning away from his gaze, "How much did you hear...?" Glancing up to Freya from the letter he was holding in his hand, his narrow shoulders shrugged half-heartedly. "Enough." He replied quietly, letting his brown eyes settle back down on the loopy penmanship that Jafar had become all too familair with over the years. With his free hand, he tapped the parchment with the backs of his fingertips looking back to Freya. "You still putting up with this guy?" He asked, the makings of jealousy interlaced into his delivery. "I put up for him for reasons in which you already know of Jafar... He is the one who supplies us with not only the technology that helps to run the Kingdoms, but he also supplies the castle with meats and pelts from his hunts." Bringing her arms up like she had done earlier on while talking to Scar she folded her arms over her chest again, "As much as I hate to admit it, he is the best hunter in the lands, so until I am proven wrong, I will continue to keep him in my service..." "I'd like to turn him into a pelt..." Jafar grumbled, letting his hand heat up until the letter caught fire. His dark eyes watched the parchment go up in flames, only to crumble into ash in his hand, his own skin remaining cool despite the fire that lapped at it, as his own magic, fire included, had no affect on him. Once the letter was no more, he wiped his hands together to dispell of the remaining ash on his hand before he let his eyes look back to Freya. "Can we just put him in the fish tank with The Sea Witch?" Jafar asked, returning back to their almost similar conversation with why she put up with Ursula for as long as she had. Her expression relaxed her smile returning to her lips as she nodded in answer to his question the notion of placing Gaston into a giant fish tank with Ursula was quite entertaining however if they went with the plan of having it in their bed chambers the idea of being watched by those she hated was not something she could get used to. "We can do that, however thinking about that particular plan, I would rather not have the tank located in the bed chambers with us." Her smile faltered at her words her gaze once more turning down and away from him as she spoke her mind wandering back to linger on Scar's last words about her forcing her love upon him without any feelings being reciprocated. "You do not need to stay by my side if it is something you do not wish to do... I do not wish to force myself nor my love upon you if it is unwelcome and unwanted." His smile at Freya playing along with his theoretical idea dropped the moment he noticed her eyes lowering. He could practically see the thoughts that were coming across her mind even before she spoke them. Halfway through her talking, Jafar took a single step in her direction, closing the distance of twenty or so feet between them by disappearing in a wall of flame only to reappear behind her in flames once again, finishing his step as the flames disappated and his arms wrapped around her middle, pulling her into him and resting his chin on her shoulder. "Don't give the pussy cat the satisfaction of detouring your thoughts." He told her gently, moving his nose to the side of her hair that fell down her shoulders so that he could speak into her pointed ear. "He is prideful as he is over-muscled, his manipulation and persuasion skills a more potent weapon than his strength. You can't give in... you already know this, Mal..." Bringing his lips away from her ear, but only a few inches, Jafar stiffled a light chuckle but was unsuccessful. "You know, he would make a very handsome throw rug... and when he gets dirty you can take him out and beat him over the side of the balcony, maybe drop him a time or two by accident..." Her heart fluttered slightly feeling light in her chest as she felt his arms slip around her waist pulling her back into his body causing her to lift her head up looking back over her shoulder at him her eyes flicking up to meet his unable to help as her lips once more took on the smile that was saved only for him. "I know... But it is hard to think in any other way when what he says has truth to it. Thirteen years ago this relationship began the way that he says it did. I forced it upon you when you did not wish for it to happen." Turning her gaze back around she looked out the door at the balcony a gentle laugh sounding through her lips as she thought about beating the pelt of the lion out on the stone railing. "If we punish any more of my pawns, we won't have enough left to play the game..." Ignoring her latter comment, more focused on her first, Jafar side-stepped around her, moving his arms up to her bare shoulders and holding her there until he was facing her, chest to chest. "I don't care about the past Mal... Freya..." He said, his eyes softening with his brows coming together in a sincere look across his face. "We both have pasts yes, you have yours, and I have mine, and we have ours together, but I don't care about any of that..." He paused for a moment, letting his hands move up and down her arms in a comforting gesture and letting that sink in with her. He didn't care about her past, he was over it and willing to accept it after just a couple hours to himself in the gardens. "What we have now... that is real to me, and I won't ever let it, or you go no matter what kitty muscles has to say about it. You love me, and that is good enough for me to live out the rest of my days in happiness." Hesitating for a moment she lifted her head up her eyes once more looking deeply into his searching him for answers to questions that she wasn't sure whether she wanted to ask him or not though the answers she sought came to her as he began speaking his touch keeping her calm and relaxed. "I do love you. As I told you before, everything I said to you earlier is completely true. Having you by my side is something I would like to have as an option for my future, but I will not force it upon you just as I forced this relationship on you the moment that we met." Despite to what he was feeling on the inside at her stubborness continuing to beat herself down because of Scar's words, he smiled. "You helped me to understand my power, Freya." He said, trying to use her true name as much as he could to get his tongue used to it for when they were alone. "I don't think anything after that was forced contrary to what may have been said or done afterwards." Keeping his soft smile, he moved one hand up her arm to brush away her lock of hair curtaining the side of her face, pushing it up and over one of her horns so that it would stay there. "I love you too, and I have for a very, very long time. It took me to allow myself to finally put my past behind me to realize it, but it's always been there... and it always will be." Her lips parted slightly her eyes closing as she watched him lift her lock of hair up before draping it over one of her horns keeping it in it's place upon her head her cheeks turning a soft shade of red at the three words he spoke that couldn't help but cause her heart to race in her chest. "You make my heart race whenever you call me by my name and whenever you say that you love me..." Moving his hand from her hair, he trailed it down her arm and found her hand. Lifting it up, he placed it onto his chest over his heart where she could feel it beating frantically against his chest. "Just being near you does the same to me. You can only imagine what you do to me when you say the same things..." Her heart skipped a beat as she continued to feel his beating in his chest under her hand her smile growing slightly before she paused for a moment her eyes dropping to his chest her as she brough her hands up resting them softly on his shoulders as she thought back to that morning when they had been speaking until it turned into an argument between them. "I am sorry about our earlier conversation... I never meant to upset you in the way that I did... I know that I did wrong, please, can you ever find it in my heart to forgive me..?" "You didn't upset me." Jafar began to explain, his smile faultering, his face returning to the look of concern and sincerity he had held for her just a few moments ago. Taking both his hands down her arms, he found each of her hands once again and linked them together, pressing them between their bodies level with their hearts. "I was simply caught off guard, but upset with you is something I could never be. But if my forgiveness that will help ease your mind, then you shall have it." He bent his neck forward a bit, stooping down to press her lips to her forehead in a tender kiss, keeping their hands together between them. Smiling softly she let her gaze lingering on their hands now pressed between the two of them her long dark locks falling over her shoulder though her horns keeping them from falling over her face as she closed her eyes once more enjoying the feeling of his lips against her forehead. "Your forgiveness is the only one in which I seek. Your word the only one that matters to me. Your love the only one that I crave." Slipping her hand from his she brought it up pressing her palm against his cheek as she moved her body closer against his, "And if keeping you means that I need to face my past, then ask away, I will answer anything you wish to know my dear." Turning his head, using his now free hand to remove the dark red turban from his head and tossing it to the side, he pressed his lips to her palm, letting his hand rest on the small of her back to bring her even closer to him. "Questions for another time, my love. But tonight, I want to push away those thoughts Scar has seeded into your mind regarding my love for you, uproot them and toss them away... forever..." He turned his head a bit, the tips of their noses connecting as he brushed it side to side in a soft Eskimo Kiss. "...If my Queen allows it..." He finished, his smile showing that he only used the title to lighten the mood. Turning her head she watched him toss aside his turban before her back arched bringing her closer against him her hands slipping further over his shoulders to wrap around his neck pulling him closer to her down to her level. "When you wish to ask them, I am willing to answer." Her cheeks turned a brighter shade of red as she leant her head up to brush back and forth against his nose her smile growing wider with every moment that she was in his embrace his love and afffection something that she had found herself craving over the years passed by them, "I am not just your Queen... Never again will I just be your Queen..." Pausing for a moment she let her eyes flick to his lips before letting them lift back up to catch his eyes curious to see his reaction, "..My King..." A quiet shudder rolled over his spine, causing his muscles to tense slightly all the way up to his shoulders where she would be able to feel it, all the while exhaling out a breath he hadn't realized that had been caught in his throat at the term she used to describe him. Unable to help his own eyes flickering down to her lips as she had looked to his, his smile widened a fraction, trying to laugh out but his breath got caught again so he settled for running his hand up and down her back gently. "No, you are much more than that." He agreed. "You are my life." "As you are now mine." Her arms released her tight grip around his neck as she pulled away her hands sliding down his arms until she slipped them into his own leading him across the room and over to the bed gesturing for him to sit down and relax, climbing up onto the bed she crawled behind him her breasts pressing against his back as she reached up her hands sliding up his sides before her fingers pushed into his shoulders working to help remove the tense knots that had worked his way through his body. Tilting her head to the side she waited for all her hair to fall over one shoulder before she leant in pressing her lips softly against his neck her warm breath flowing over his skin. "But how about I help you to relax first my dear." A soft groan escaped his otherwise tight lips, his eyes flitting closed feeling her hands starting to work out the tension that the day's events had brought down on him. Exhaling a short breath, he tried to turn his head to look at her, to protest that it was he who was to take care of her but she had somehow read his mind and stopped him short by planting a kiss on his neck; an area where she fully knew how sensitive he was, and his eyes closed tighter. "Freya..." He tried, a pitiful attempt to have her stop, but it was all he had in him. Smiling softly against the nape of his neck she pressed her fingers harder into his shoulders as she tried her best to rid him of the stress that she had helped to inflict onto him in the first place, leaning in closer to him she pressed herself harder into his back her knees working to move her closer as she curved her body to the shape of him a gentle chuckle escaping through her lips until she pulled back slightly her eyes flicking up to meet his though she kept the intimacy close between them. "Yes Jafar..? Is something the matter with me wishing to take care of the man that I love..? To rid him of the stress I caused?" "I..." Jafar paused, feeling a particular knot being worked out from his shoulder that had been bugging him for a few days now. "...take care..." A low groan came from deep within his chest as the knot continued to loosen, bringing a wave of pleasure and relief over his shoulder and all the way down his back. "...y-you..." His head dropped down away from her touch, hanging uselessly with his chin touching his chest pulling the muscles that Freya was working on tight so that she could get the smaller areas. He knew he wasn't going to win this argument; and he was just fine with that. Her hands slowly worked their way lower her fingers sliding down his back causing her nails to brush over him her lips once more pressing against the nape of his neck as she let them part slightly gently biting down for a few moments before she pulled away again. "You have taken care of me for the last thirteen years of our lives Jafar... It is high time that I begin to return the love and kindness that you have shown me..." Closing her eyes she pressed her lips against him leaving a slow trail of kisses leading down from his neck and over his shoulder her fingers pressing hard into his back working her way over his body in hopes that she could relax him as much as she could, "Do you not want me to do so..?" "Okay..." Unable to help it even if he wanted to, Jafar melted back into Freya's figure, reveling in the way her body felt pressed up so close to his, his tight muscles loosening by her body heat alone. "But... but just the once..." Leaning her body to the side she slipped herself away from him causing his body to softly fall back onto the mattress below them shifting her own body until she was laying over him her hands holding up the bottom of her saree as she straddled his lap, lifting her hand up she clicked her fingers the sound of a lock sliding shut echoing around the room ensuring them privacy as she leant down her breasts pressing hard against his chest and her lips pressing gently against his own. "Aurora and the sea witch can dine alone with the rest of my men. I think we should call for dinner later... Do you not agree my love..?" With his breath catching in his throat as Freya was behind him one moment and back on top of him the next, his dark eyes looked up at her looking to be a mixure of fear, desire, and absolute helplessness. Running the tip of his tongue over his lower (very dry) lip, the sorcerer was reduced to a simple nod, unable to find enough blood in his brain to formulate any words before hungrily pulling her back down on him for their lips to meet once more.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Rose Worth - Ravager

Real Name: Rose Worth Code Name: Ravager Age 17 Height 5'2" Weight 108 pounds. Date of birth December 27th 1997

Appearance: Prison Inmate Number: #6069

History Born to Lilian Worth on a cold December night in 1997, Rose Worth grew up as a very self-sufficient child. As her mother worked in a brothel for most of her life, Rose had learned at a very early age how to fend for herself. She attended the poorest of the schools, getting barely passing grades all through-out. It was hard to stay consistent when she was forced to move and attend an entirely new school almost twice a year. After she turned thirteen, Rose had already had enough and quit trying to strive academically. Over the years she continued to grow, spiteful of the mother that she never truly had who didn’t even have the knowledge as to who her real father was, since at the time of conception her mother lived a very… alternate lifestyle. After turning fourteen, things became more… complicated in Rose’s life. Upon coming home one night from spending a weekend at a friend’s, Rose found that her mother had yet to come home, and an hour later there were police at her door, explaining that her mother had been found dead. It was pegged as random gang violence with two gunshot wounds straight to the chest. The police were firm in hammering in the point that her mother had died quickly and painlessly, but Rose found that she couldn’t be brought to care either way. Rose ran before the cops could take her to any kind of foster home, putting it in her head that she would just be homeless for a while. It didn’t take long for Rose to get into trouble after that. Breaking into a convenient store in the dead of night, Rose was quickly apprehended by Nightwing, a well-known vigilante throughout the area and just as trained as The Bat himself. Nightwing had shown her mercy, recognizing how much of a hard time she was going through and instead of turning her in for breaking into a convenient store, he offered to train her. The years flew by and Rose found herself at sixteen years old, excellently trained, in an on-again-off-again relationship with Dick Grayson (who had revealed his identity to her shortly after they began training) and in cahoots with the Teen Titans. They were an odd bunch, the Teen Titans, but Rose wouldn’t have had it any other way. Rose became well practiced in combat; cleaning up the streets, helping those in need and putting the bad guys in their place. It was during one of her solo missions that Rose came upon a dual set of katana blades crafted for the League of Assassins themselves. She took them as her own and developed a more original style of fighting… a style that the Teen Titans didn’t approve of as her tactics became more callous, aiming for results rather than going about things the right way. Flying solo once again, Rose found herself under the capture of Lex Luthor. Drugged, sedated, and completely helpless, Rose was forced to undergo a series of experiments dealing with various chemicals the man had created on his own, though nothing she had been subjected to could have prepared her for the extraneous pain that was the Mirakuru. Immediately after injection, Rose began to bleed from the eyes, her mind no longer in control of her body as it thrashed around against the bindings that held her down. Her screams filled the building until finally, she collapsed, and presumed dead. Hours later, Rose jolted awake, buried deep inside a dumpster on the outskirts of town and miles away from where she had been last she had been conscious. Working on a way to get home, it was then that Rose realized the effects the Mirakuru had taken the liberty of in changing in her body. She was faster, stronger, more durable, had a higher endurance and agility. Her stamina was increased, her reflexes and speed faster and all senses deadly sharp… everything about her had increased to superhuman levels. Busy experimenting with her new-found talents, Rose nearly missed the shadow that flew above her. Despite her relationship with Nightwing and close relations with the other Teen Titans, Rose had never once met, nor seen The Bat, and so curiosity got the better of her and she followed, putting her new skills to the test. It was easy to track him, whether he knew she was there or not she did not know, but just as she was getting bored of watching… he showed up. Of course she had heard of Deathstroke, he was just as famous as The Bat himself, though The Teen Titans looked down heavily on the type of man he was. A villain, most would call him, but Rose had yet to come to her own conclusions. She watched in a way that was nothing short of awe-inspiring as Deathstroke took on the Bat head-on, and seemed to be winning. She knew she should throw in her help to The Bat, the Teen Titans would expect it of her, but she found herself mesmerized and transfixed with the man in split-colored mask. Just as it had begun, it ended. The Bat and Deathstroke had gone their separate ways but what had been left in Rose’s soul was an impression, a forever need to be just like him in all ways possible and a burning desire to get to know him. Despite her best efforts, however, Deathstroke wasn’t ever to be seen again, not by her or any of the other Teen Titans. She decided then and there that she would leave the Teen Titans forever, leaving the close bonds created with the ties of friendship and her relationship with Nightwing behind… and find Deathstroke herself. A year later, and now seventeen years old, Rose holds a torch for the deadly mercenary that has long been missing from the streets for over a year by wearing his colors, ‘taking his place’ while she continues her search for him. It wasn’t until just a few days ago that she learned of his imprisonment, and started to hatch an idea as to how to spring him free.

Powers/Abilities She has received some training from Dick Grayson, including many lectures on the virtues of being a hero. She also possesses a precognitive sense that lets her see into the immediate future (only about two to five seconds at a time) which she has had since birth, but wasn’t discovered until her training with Nightwing. This allows her to react to oncoming attacks against her and to counter them accordingly. She currently wields twin energy katanas that can cut through anything, and briefly merge them into an energy shield. She also carries with her a small stash of adrenaline, both because she is addicted to the substance, and also because while high on adrenaline her precognitive sense evolves into the ability to glimpse scenes from her immediate future. However, the more she uses adrenaline to enhance her powers, the more her metabolism is unbalanced, straining her health. Thanks to the Mirakuru running through her blood, each and every one of her abilities has been enhanced to a super-human level, making her all-the-more deadly.

Other: Rose is addicted to all things bad for her; adrenaline, cigarettes, alcohol, dangerous men and harder drugs. She uses her sexuality to gain the advantage where fists and fury would otherwise get her nowhere. She enjoys making men squirm and has a habit of kissing and touching those she intends to kill to put them off guard, though only finding a sexual release when she watches the life draining from the eyes of her victims. Also, being Half Australian, Rose has a heavy Australian accent.

Rose Voice Sample

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Scar Lionhart and Freya Beauchamp - Present Evening - The Pride Lands - The Moors

How long had it been since he had climbed these particular set of stairs? The North Wing was almost never used by him or his servants, and yet here he was, climbing the tallest, steepest stairs inside his castle, watching the walls spiral past him with each step he took on the winding stair case. Finally, after what seemed like hours (more to repetition rather than fatigue) Scar reached the top floor and pushed himself inside the small room where he kept a small assortment of old artifacts, but he was only interested in just the one. Pulling a dusty brown blanket off of an object that stood taller than he was, he raised a hand to his mouth as he coughed out the dust that entered into his lungs, dropping the blanket and waving his free hand to clear the air around him. Once the dust settled, his eyes opened back up and looked to the handsome stand--alone mirror he had kept hidden for a number of years; a gift from Maleficent once he had secured the Kingdom as a way to keep in touch. His black eyes narrowed on his own reflection staring back at him, the urge to just take his fist to the glass and be done with it forever being forced out of his mind. He hated magic, but it was his only option right now. Taking in a breath, he reached forward and touched his palm to the smooth, cold glass. "Maleficent, I summon thee." The soft jingling of her anklets filled the hallway as she made her way down it her palm pressing flat against the oak door as she pushed it open her body slipping through into her chambers her other arm still holding both books and the letter she had received not moments earlier when she had been in the library with her young ward, crossing over the room she made her way around to her side of bed her arm relaxing around the books letting them drop to the mattress her body falling down to join them her eyes focusing on the letter in front of her. Furrowing her brows she groaned internally her eyes flicking from the words on the page in front of her to the large ornate mirror standing tall on the wall her free hand waving to show her who was disturbing her otherwise peaceful night, catching Scar's figure standing tall in front of her she raised an eyebrow out of pure curiosity wondering what was possibly so important that he would put his pride aside to call upon her like he vowed that he would never do. "Scar, darling... To what do I owe the pleasure of you ruining my night? I mean, you aren't the first one to disturb me today; so tell me, did you, the sea witch, and those damn morons plan to destroy my perfect day today?" Lowering her gaze once more she tried to concentrate on the letter though the sudden thought of having to read the constant and strange courting that Gaston was driveling on about no longer held her interest, standing up she threw the letter over her shoulder letting it fall to the ground behind her as she wandered over to the mirror her arms crossing over her chest as she waited to hear why he was calling on her so late not to mention at all. "I have no interest in making plans with a decrepit fish, nor any of your other play things. Their lack of intellect rather bores me it astounds me you haven't done away with them all as of yet." Scar remarked dryly, crossing his arms over his chest making himself look bigger than he already was. "Though even for you I suppose that's a bit too much effort, eh?" Shrugging his broad shoulders, rolling his neck around a bit until a few cracks in his neck came relieving some tension in his shoulders, he gave his attention back to Maleficent. "For thirteen years now I have been supplying The Moors with advanced weaponry that has been keeping your... adequate soldiers well stocked. We can both agree that it is high time to advance your army with a handful of my own men. A handful is all you will need, as I will hand over those capable of training your men into something extraordinary without the prospect of an entire army of mine eating The Moor's clean into a famine. Of course, I'll give you my two top generals as well to oversee the project..." The corner of Scar's lip twitched up into something that almost looked like a smirk. He knew he had to of had Maleficent's attention by now. Magic could do much, but nothing could compare to the elite warriors that came out of The Pride Lands. Lifting her hand up she ran her fingers back through her long dark brown locks her auburn horns keeping it in place as she listened to what he was saying to her offering to send her some of those soldiers of his that seemed to be above all others not to mention two of his generals which she knew would take down several of her men on their own, the notion of it had indeed piqued her interest and she knew for a fact that he knew she had had her eyes on some of his men for quite some time now wanting to bring her own army up to a standard in which she wouldn't send them off on wild goose chases just for her own entertainment. "So you finally give me an answer, however I know you too well Scar. You are not one who will give without receiving something in return..." Dropping her arms from her chest she pressed them against her hips leaning to one side the sequins on her saree sparkling slightly under the light of the evening sun flowing in through the balcony door, "So what is it that you wish from me." The flicker of a smirk turned into a sideways smile as he closed his eyes and nodded his head once, keeping his thick arms crossing over his chest. "You are correct, as always Maleficent." He stated boredly, but pressed on with his point. "I thought it would be best to ask of something that doesn't put your hand in danger of breaking one of those pretty little nails you spend hours manicuring, so in return all I ask for a bit of magic to be done. Nothing too complex, just a curse to alter. Not my own, mind you, we've already gone over that, but this one's a bit similar however I've already reached a conclusion on how it can be changed. I need the waters of my grotto altered to exactly match the waters at Swan Lake. Can you do that?" "Ah, you wish to connect your grotto to Swan Lake... I can only think that the reasoning behind this would be because you have met the young Princess. Little miss Odette." Her lips turned up in a smirk as she spoke already coming to a conclusion in her mind that she would indeed help him and perform the magic he was asking of her, "If what I am thinking is correct you have either stolen her away from our dear friend Rothbart, or you have somehow convinced the naive creature into following you around and believing you are somehow her friend..." His smirk turned into a scowl in the blink of an eye, the knowledge Maleficent seemed to already have on the girl putting his hairs on end just a bit. Perhaps he had said too much. "My reasoning's are my own, witch. Now can you do it or not?" Chuckling softly she lifted her hand up her eyes turning to gaze at her nails as she made a point to confirm his thoughts about her not wishing to put them in danger of being chipped or broken in any way, "I can indeed do as you say. Though if this is about the girl, you will not only need the water from the lake to appear in the grotto, but I would assume you need the certain special ingredient that is the moonlight upon it's surface. I can have that reflected from Swan Lake as well. This is something I will do if it will get me what I want." Raising a hand from it's tucked position into his arm, he waved his hand off, his eyes leaving the mirrored reflection of Maleficent for a brief moment. "I don't care about these 'ingredients', all I want is for it to be done, no questions asked." Lowering her hand back down to her chest she turned her full attention back to him her smile never leaving her lips, "We have a deal. Pleasure doing business with you Scar." Tucking his hand back into his opposite arm beneath his armpit, Scar returned his gaze to the witch and nodded his head once, though it lacked any respect. "Good. You can collect your men as soon as you've done it. I will inform them now that you are on your way for inspection-" Mimicking his motions from moments ago she held up her hand calling for his silence as she spoke out correcting him before he had the chance to go any further with his train of thought about her leaving right at that moment to appease his needs, "I think not Scar... I shall not be traveling to the Pride Lands tonight. I have better things to do with my time, and frankly they hold far more importance to me than your needs of connecting two bodies of water." Lowering her hand so that she was matching his stance with her own arms crossed over her chest causing her breasts to look bigger than they truly were under the saree that had been gifted to her like most of her wardrobe, "I have other commitments, and I shall keep them." Scar, furrowing his brows as she cut him off so blatantly, further held her gaze with a menacing glare, his eyes remaining on hers despite her accentuating her breasts as what he knew to be an alluring advantage she held over most men she dealt with; but not him. Raising his hand back up, his finger pointing at the glass mirror that was Maleficent's figure, he jabbed it her way. "It's tonight, or no deal. You want your men? Then you do as I ask, you will not get them any other way, Maleficent, and we both know how much you want them." He threatened. Rolling her eyes she let out a gentle sigh her gaze turning back to look at him as he threatened her his finger pointed at her as though he thought throwing a temper tantrum was going to get her to change her mind, "Well... Then it's no deal and your little Princess can stay as a swan for the rest of her days at your castle." Lifting her hand she waved it dismissively showing him that she honestly didn't care, yes she had been wanting to get her hands on some of his soldiers though she wasn't in any rush to do so, "I will not be changing my stance on this matter. I belong here tonight and this is where I will stay. Unfortunately for you, I have a better offer of spending time with a person who does not hate me, nor do I hate them. Quite the opposite actually, unlike your company, I enjoy him by my side." Bringing her hand back down she folded it over her chest once again as she continued her explanation as to why she would not be joining him, "Call upon me and I shall come to your lands tomorrow to complete my end of the bargain. It is this, or live with trying to understand the loud honks of a swan for the rest of your life." Understanding washed over Scar's face then, not of relief, but of detestation. "Jafar." He said, spitting out the name as though it burnt his tongue. Shaking his head, Scar took a few steps away from the mirror, pacing about in a small circle as he thought over the counter offer before turning, giving his profile to Maleficent but turned slightly at the hips to face the mirror at an angle as he pointed his finger back at her. "You waste my time, and for that you will owe me a small penance for making me wait. But tomorrow I will call." He promised. "Enjoy your night with your forced relationship. No man would truly enjoy your company. You've simply scared him into staying at your side, your desperate mind only seeing what it is you want to see. Keep that in mind... witch." With the last word barely off his lips, he waved a hand over the width of the mirror, the image of Maleficent wavering with the glass until all was solid again and he was left to look at his own reflection once more. Her jaw clenched her dark eyes hardening causing the flames in the fireplace to flare up as she listened to what he had to say about her relationship being forced upon the man that she had fallen in love with over the last thirteen years of her life, as his image blurred before disappearing completely she let out a frustrated and angered yell her hands balling into fists before coming down on the vanity that stood under the mirror the force of her anger causing a little bit of her magic to bleed through into her actions forcing the wood to shatter under her touch. "We have plenty of kindling for the fire, no need to make more... Freya..." Standing up straight she turned around as the sound of Jafar's voice hit her ears surprise written all over her face as understanding dawned over her features her hands dropping to her side and her gaze turning away from his gaze, "How much did you hear...?"

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Name: Mwoga Other Names: Prince of The Pride Lands, The One True King, Little Lion Real Name: Simba Lionhart Age: 20 Occupation: None Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (Age Seven): Appearance - Today (Age Twenty): Personality Traits: As a child, Simba was a very curious, adventurous and almost foolishly brave young man, always looking for something fun to do. He was exceptionally energetic and rambunctious, turning even the scariest of places into a fun adventure. Feeling like he always had something to prove to his father, Simba would sometimes throw himself into dangers way for no reason other than proving his bravery where his arrogance, mischievous and cheeky attitude often times got him into a lot of trouble. Born a royal, he was brought up knowing that one day he would be king and reveled in the knowledge that one day he would rule everything, looking forward to the day when he could order around his subjects. Despite his rather pompous attitude, Simba also had a good heart and longed to become the wise king that he saw his father as and hoped that one day he could become just like him, feeling absolutely beside himself any time he managed to disappoint his father. However, everything about Simba changed when he witnessed his Uncle murder his father in cold blood. Suffering from severe emotional trauma, blaming himself for his father's murder, Simba became withdrawn and depressed, no longer putting value in his own life. It took a few years of isolation outside of The Pride Lands for him to forget about his past and move on with his life. Over the years Simba picked up a happy, carefree lifestyle, thinking nothing of his responsibilities back home. He developed somewhat grotesque habits such as burping and eating bugs, becoming sedentary and stubbornly refuting of his past life. Years of isolation made him no longer see the need to help others (humans), preferring to lock himself away in bliss with his animal friends rather than face the harsh reality of day-to-day life in civilization. Any time he is reminded of his past, Simba is quick to become defensive and oftentimes has bouts of anger that isn't directed towards anyone but himself, but ends up hurting others anyway making him feel more guilty than before.

After Kida

Simba ultimately becomes more sensitive to his past, understanding that the time has come for him to take responsibility and take back what is rightfully his. He becomes accountable and strong-willed, wanting to make right the wrongs he caused not only for himself, but to the others he has caused pain on with his selfish acts by finally being able to admit that he is the ultimate cause of his own inner grief. Now having been forced into maturity by facing his past, holding himself responsible for the land he once swore to defend, he becomes stronger in heart and will, more than before when he was a child. He no longer tolerates being bullied and will not stand for any kind of abuse, animal and human alike, and being particularly defensive of his mother who once reunited with, will stop at nothing to pull her out from Scar's clutches. When challenged, Simba becomes rough around the edges, determined to have his way and unwilling to stand for compromise. No longer just a child, he is brave when he has to be, standing up for his land and his family. Despite his rough exterior, he is still pure of heart to the point where he will forgive Scar even after everything he has ever done but his good-nature will only go so far, as he will always put his Kingdom and family's safety first, becoming more like his father than he ever knew he could by potentially offering his murderous Uncle the option of exile showing that he has a clear balance of both mercy and authority.

Skills: Simba is incredibly fit and athletic, making the mundane tasks of day to day life fairly easy on him as well as harder tasks such as lifting and throwing heavy objects, scaling difficult terrain such as rock walls and steep inclines, and running great distances without tiring almost second nature. He's got a powerful second wind so long as he can control his energy though he can't always depend on it. He's very proficient and can fend for himself in almost any part of the world so long as he has the means to make tools for his survival. One of the more unique skills Simba possesses is a particular gift he was given at the young age of seven years old. On his right palm lay a scar in the shape of a lion cub that when near any living, breathing animal, glows a soft blue color alerting Simba that he is near someone who he can bond with. This bond gives Simba the ability to enter the mind of an animal and control it's actions, though controlling the animal is much easier to do if a bond has already been created and strengthened over time. The animals harder to bond with are those of their own strong will, such as lions, leopards, crocodiles and so on, as the easier ones such as jack rabbits, birds, and hippos have a lesser mind and though may not be able to hold as good as a conversation as the others, are easier to control. The interaction between Simba and the animal he is currently bonding with will influence both personalities, for example Simba will take on the characteristics of a lion (such as a true roar) while the lion in turn could have a hankering for some fruit rather than meat. This gift has only been tried on animals, as Simba has not yet had the opportunity to test it on another human being. Simba can reach out his mind to bond with animals he has already created a link with, and can converse with them over large distances; the stronger their link, the further they can communicate. So long as this bond is in effect, Simba can see, feel, taste, hear, smell everything the animal can; as if his soul and the animals soul have become one being. If the animal in which he is bonding with is killed, Simba feels the pain and is forced back into his own mind where the traumatic experience of death will remain in his mind though only 'true death' can be achieved is if Simba is completely and fully within his own mind at the time of the strike. Biography (Before Earth): Born the first and only child of King Mufasa and Queen Sarabi, Simba was brought up in a very rich, provided-for life, never having to want for anything. He was a curious young boy, always wanting to soak up any and all information he could as well as trying to walk in his father's every footsteps so that one day he could become a great King like him. At the age of seven, Simba was put into his father's army to begin his training; the age in which all eligible boys were able to join. At first Simba was excited; he yearned to learn how to fight and defend himself, not to mention the War General was his very own Uncle Scar who he looked up to considerably. But then everything changed when Simba stumbled upon a meeting between Uncle Scar and a few other of the higher ups, planning the murder of The King - Simba's father. Frightened and unable to understand his Uncle's reasoning, Simba returned home to tell Mufasa everything he had overheard, giving the King plenty of time to prepare for Scar's attack. True to their plan, Scar did indeed attempt to take over the castle but Mufasa was ready and Uncle Scar was apprehended and put into an isolated prison. A feast was held in Simba's honor that night, but Simba didn't feel very heroic. His Uncle had betrayed his trust, something the seven-year-old boy couldn't quite comprehend but to keep from disappointing his father, he put on a face and tried to enjoy the festivities anyway. His father's Shaman, Rafiki, called the attention to the room to bestow the young prince with a gift; a blessing. After Mufasa's approval, Rafiki approached Simba and took both of Simba's hands in his own. The Shaman murmered a few things which Simba did not understand completely, but being taught the ancient language of his people he was able to pick out a few choice words such as 'blessing' 'hope' and 'life.' Something changed in Simba then, a slight tickling feeling in his palm which forced the young prince to look at his hand. A wash of blue light encased his entire palm and with a sudden flash of white light it had all disappeared, but in it's stead was a scar in the shape of a lion cub that seemed to pulse with an energy that he did not understand. Over the next couple of months, Rafiki took it upon himself to teach Simba the ways of life, how everything was connected and about the gift that he had since bestowed upon him; the ability to bond. His training with Rafiki was cut off short, however, when one night as Simba was sneaking about to play in the halls of his castle, he caught the shadow of a hulking figure heading towards his father's throne room. Curious, Simba followed. Catching up to the shadow, he realized suddenly that it was his Uncle Scar, who had since been banished from The Pride Lands but Simba said nothing, trusting that his Uncle had been invited so that he and his father could work things out and everything could be the way it was before. But he was wrong. Watching from the shadows, like the coward he realized he was, he saw his father fall as Uncle Scar withdrew the blade from his ribs. His mother was screaming, begging for mercy but Simba didn't stick around any longer to see what happened. He ran, and he never stopped. Thirteen years later, Simba now has a very comfortable, isolated life on the outskirts of the Pride Lands where he has very little contact with other humans. He has made a series of friends over the years, his first and best friend, a red warthog named Pumba (who he had learned about through his bonding skill) provided to be a constant companion, as he and Pumba had very much in common with having deserted their families and their near-constant companion Timone. Simba has a deep connection with all the land around him, but more specifically it's wildlife. He only hunts when he has to, and only animals of which he hasn't already bonded with (mostly fish and other small-game) and has no plans of returning home to see what has become of his home or his family, constantly blaming himself for his father's ultimate death. Biography (Life On Earth): Simba never went to Earth, and has no idea the place even exists. Other: Simba wears a ring on a necklace, a gift he received as a child from his mother with his name inscribed on the inside as well as the name of his father and mother, all interconnected in what his mother calls 'the circle of life'. He wears it to this day as a reminder that everything has it's beginning and everything has it's end, but the time in-between is entirely up to him. Theme Song: "Life Won't Wait" By Ozzy Osbourne.

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Alan Woodard - Daria Belikov - Present Day - Lodge Hotel

Taking the half dozen playing cards in his hand, Alan shuffled them as he would a regular deck of cards. Cutting it, he then picked up the one on top. Looking over the Ace of Diamonds, he eyed the loopy penmanship of a name and phone number. Furrowing his eyebrows in concentration, he tried to decipher the name into something he could understand, or at least try to put a face to the girl who had given him this card. It took a few moments, but he was finally able to make out a 'D' at the beginning of the name and an 'r' towards the middle. "D... who's name started with a D?" Raising his free hand, he scratched the back of his neck; unable to remember the name, but a flash from his learned photographic memory gave him the image of a dark-haired girl with a pair of beautiful hazel-brown eyes. Closing his eyes, Alan forced his mind back to the very point he remembered seeing her. There was a blonde and a red-head with her, the blonde left... Eliza. That's right, he had called them over for a trick; she had said something to him... what was it again? Opening his eyes back up, he smiled. Using his free hand he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his old Nokia flip phone. Glancing at the card every now and then, he punched the numbers into the phone and let it dial, waiting for the other end to pick up. "Daria? It's Magic Man, Alan. What'cha up to?" --- Daria looked over at Eliza and Alan as Annelise pointed them out and smirked. "Even worse, I think she's caught his attention," She said with a little laugh before they were interrupted by a guest who recognized Annelise to be staff and asked to be seated. She nodded her head as the girl excused herself, "I'll see you then." Her eyes then drifted up to the large Russian man who had come into the restaurant behind them before she looked back to the table to see Alan had disappeared. She laughed a little and shrugged before she removed herself from the giant and left in search of more interesting things to do. She didn't get very far before she felt her phone buzzing away in her pocket. She pulled it out to look at the number to see that it wasn't one that she recognized. She pursed her lips a little before she answered it and raised it to her ear. "Hello?" "Daria? It's Magic Man, Alan. What'cha up to?" Daria smiled at the familiar voice and crossed her arms a little. "To be honest? Both my friends are workaholics and left me all by my lonesome." She looked around the lobby. "Although, I did meet one of your friends. Big, Russian guy... He really seemed to want to know where you ran off to after your little show... Are you just calling for a hiding place?" She teased. "Russian gu-" Alan stopped himself, wincing a bit as he realized who she was talking about. God dammit Illya, just give up already! Alan thought to himself, using the toe of his shoe to kick at the wall lamely. "Naw, don't worry about him baby girl, I'm good with hiding places." He answered her. "I was just calling to ask when you wanted to go and get a drink with me, since I already know your answer would be yes if I asked, so I'm just saving us some time here." He finished confidently. Daria smirked a little when he reassured her that he'd be able to find a hiding place before he asked her when she wanted to get a drink with him. She laughed a little. "Someone's confident," She said as she leaned against a nearby wall. She checked the clock that hung behind the front desk before she continued. "How about now?" She smirked, "I feel like you aren't the kind of guy who is above day drinking." Alan had to laugh at that, his smile reaching the corners of his eyes. Okay, so maybe he wasn't the only one good at reading people. "Damn, I've been caught. But hey, if that gets me a date with you then I ain't complaining." Chuckling a bit again, he stuffed the rest of the playing cards back into his pocket. "Now huh? Well aren't we an eager beaver? Yeah I can do now so long as you aren't against going off site to a bar or something. I... uh, kinda need to be scarce around here for a bit..." Daria played with her fingernails as Alan spoke before she placed her head back against the wall. "Well, there is a little hitch in your plan... Considering I can't legally go into bars-" "Ah, yeah, didn't think about that." Alan cut in, running his hand down his face, slightly frustrated with himself for having forgotten something as important as her age. Not that age had ever stopped him before; rules were meant to be broken. "Tell you what, you tell me what you like to drink and I can meet up with you somewhere; you're staying here at the lodge right? Just you to the room?" "That it is," Daria said with a smile as she pushed off the wall and headed towards the elevators, "Get me whatever you're drinking... But make it something strong." She pushed the up button before she looked up as she waited, "I'm on the fifth floor. Room 514," The elevator doors opened, "I'll meet you up there... You got all that?" "Something strong, room 514. Got it. Gimme about thirty minutes alright?" Smiling, Alan hung up the phone and put it back into his pocket. Not having the greatest cell phone plan, that conversation probably cost him a few bucks, but he had more than made up for it with the small trinkets he had plucked off of the unsuspecting watchers in the lobby that morning. Now he just needed to find a liquor store... --- Almost thirty minutes on the dot, Alan reached the fifth floor and found room 514. Clutching a large brown paper bag under one arm, he used his opposite hand to knock on the door before leaning his arm against the door jamb waiting for her to answer. Daria heard the knock on the door and headed over to it. She had long since discarded her winter gear, letting it dry in the closet, and turned on the fire. She opened the door to find Alan on the other side and smiled at him before she looked over her shoulder at the clock on the wall. "As punctual as you are confident," She said before opening the door a little further to let him into her large room that looked more like incredibly nice apartment than a hotel room. She closed the door behind him and put on the dead bolt before she walked to the couch and sat on the arm. "What did you get us?" "Naturally." Alan replied coyly, ducking into the room and getting a good look at the place she was staying in. He let out a loud, high whistle, unable to help comparing his own apartment back in Manhattan to the hotel room. "Man, baby girl's got dough!" Laughing a bit, shaking his head, he made his way over to the couch where she sat down, placing the brown paper bag on the coffee table in front of her and pulled out two different bottles. "Ninety-nine strawberries tequila, and root beer float vodka." He announced proudly, though unable to help to shake the feeling now that he knew her financial status if he would have been better off with a hundred-dollar bottle of scotch or something... but he had yet to find a girl worth that much money to him for just a one night stand. Daria spun around on the arm of the chair so that she was facing him when he pulled out the two bottles of alcohol before she stood and hopped over the back of the couch and grabbed a couple shot glasses. "Shots it is," she said with a grin as she returned to the couch and sat down next to him, "I see you don't care of the raw taste of alcohol." She teased a little about his flavored choices before she put the glasses down on the coffee table. She opened the vodka bottle and poured it into two of the shot glasses, trying to fill them as much as possible. She took them both and handed one to Alan. "To day drinking," She toasted jokingly before she threw the drink back. She sat there a moment taking in the interesting taste of the vodka before laughing a little. "Not too bad." Sitting down on the couch, watching her join him and pour their drinks, he took the one handed to him and nodded in approval. Waiting until she took her drink, he reciprocated the motion and downed his own without even so much as flinching. "The idea of just straight up booze crossed my mind." He said after exhaling out a refreshing breath from the drink. "But with the added flavors, it adds a bit of flavor to the make-out session that’s about to follow." Without even so much as blinking, he reached forward, taking her glass from her and filled them both up again, handing hers back to her. "Hey, it's five-o-clock somewhere." He replied with a grin and then tilted his head, slamming back his second shot of vodka. Daria laughed at his reasoning to his choices and nodded her head a little before she took back the glass he had so swiftly taken and returned. She brought it to her lips. "I never thought the Root Beer Float would be considered a titillating flavor." She opened her mouth and leant her head back, allowing the liquid to slip out of her throat. The moment the drink was down, she took Alan's cup and refilled them both again and smirked at him before finishing off her third shot. She moved a little closer to him and leaned against the back of the couch, her hand resting in her hair. She could already feel the alcohol starting to affect her, as a buzzed feeling took over. She smiled at him. "So... Why magic?" "Magic is easy." He replied with a shrug, not wanting to get into the real reason he picked it up; how it made him feel closer to home. "Pays well when I apply myself and allows me vacation time whenever I want. So long as there are people around, I've got a job, I don't have to be tied down anywhere, worry about answering to a boss, have to worry about other people working under me... it's just me, I only need myself." Staring down his third drink, he eventually brought it to his lips and drained it of its contents, setting his now empty shot glass back down on the table next to hers. "That and it's kind of easy to impress the girls." He added, changing his tone back to his arrogant, snarky self. Her fingers reached out and brushed a small strand of his hair out of his face before she dropped it back into her lap. "You seem like someone who likes to be by himself... When he isn't putting on a show that is." She pointed at him. "Like that. The suave act. Making every girl feel like the only girl." She laughed a little and filled her own glass again before filling his, although she left it on the table to let him choose if he was going to drink it or not. "When we both know what kind of guy you are." She tilted her head back again then returned her glass to the table. "Wanting to be alone unless there's a girl in your bed." "Doesn't have to be my bed." Alan cut in with a wink, reaching for the newly filled shot glass and quickly drained it down. "This is getting far too personal for a one night... day?... stand." She moved on the couch so that she was on her knees and looked at him before she pressed her lips against him for the second time that day. Although, this time it wasn't as innocent as the first. His eyebrows shot up to his hairline, his eyes remaining open just long enough for him to maneuver his hand to set the empty shot glass back down on the coffee table. He had been able to pick up that she was forward, but not this forward. Had he known that, he could have probably saved himself a few bucks on booze. Moving his hands to her lower thighs, just above her knees, he pulled her onto his lap until she was straddling his waist as she faced him. Returning her kiss once she was positioned on him more comfortably, he wrapped an arm around her, holding onto her small waist while the second one began to finger at the hem of the neck of her shirt. Daria let him move her as he wanted as she kept contact with his lips. She leaned into him as his arm found its way around her waist and felt him returning her kiss. Her hand covered his that sat at her hem of her neckline before she pulled away from the kiss and rested back on his thighs. She smiled at him. "Root Beer Float.... Who'd have thunk..." She twisted and grabbed the tequila bottle. "Shall we add some strawberry?" She joked before she opened it. All etiquette aside, she took a swig straight from the bottle and flinched from the burning sensation before handing it to him. Once her hands were free of the bottle they found the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the side. She smiled at him before taking the bottle. "Thank you," She said quietly before she rose the bottle to her lips again. "I've always had a bit of a sweet tooth." Alan replied with a light chuckle as she turned to retrieve the tequila bottle. Watching with a small sense of awe as she drank from the bottle he then took it quietly as she handed it over to him. Leaving it from his lips, he instead watched her strip herself from her shirt, his eyes looking over the beautiful dark skin on her figure but was brought back to looking at her eyes as she took the bottle back from him. "By all means, as much as you want baby girl." A smirk played on Daria's lips as he seemed to tease her about her drinking. She reached forward and placed the bottle on the table that sat directly behind the couch with some kind of tacky lamp sitting on it, pressing her chest into his face for half a moment. She placed her hands on either side of his head and looked down at him. "Oh shut up," she gave him a small smile before she kissed him again. --- Daria opened her eyes to find herself lying on her side and looked down to find Alan's arm around her waist. They had curled up in the bed, under the sheets, after they discarded the quilt due to it being.... a little messy. She pulled some of her sheets into her hand and smiled, of course the bed wasn't the only thing that was messy. She sat up onto her arms and leaned across the bed to pick up the phone. She spoke in a low voice to avoid waking up Alan. "Hi..." She said quietly to the person at the front desk, "I was wondering if you could send a maid up to room 514... It needs a bit of a wipe down. Thanks." She hung up the phone and climbed out from Alan's arms and out of the bed before she tiptoed around the room. She found her wallet and placed a hundred dollar bill into the tip box for the maid to get, after all, Daria would hate to have to go and clean up after Alan and herself. With that dealt with, she walked into the bathroom and cleaned herself up a bit. She fixed her hair and washed her face before she fixed up her simple makeup. Finally, she headed back over to the bed and climbed back in. She got close to Alan and draped one of her legs over his. She looked at his sleeping face for a moment before she whispered, "Daddy, better wake up before I go get the ice cubes and whip cream." Flitting an eye open lazily, Alan's blue eye met with Daria's hazel browns and smirked a bit, rolling his head face-down into the pillow and moved his arms to hold tight to the pillow as if it were about to disappear out from underneath him. "I don't think we left any in the can..." He mumbled into the pillow before giving up on getting in any more sleep and rolled himself over onto his back, lifting his arm to run his fingers through his mess of brown hair. With a bit of a groan, he forced himself up into a sitting position and ran his fingers through his hair again, trying to blink away the sleep still in his eyes. Opening his mouth and letting out a rather loud yawn, stretching out his arms up and over his head in a few directions, he took inventory of the state they had left the bedroom in, catching sight of his pants at the doorway but his boxer shorts still unaccounted for, let alone his shirt and shoes. "Any idea where-" "Your boxers are in your jeans, your shirt is in the living room, and your shoes are by the door," She smiled at him as she sat up. Her head was still buzzing from the alcohol but she felt like she had a pretty good hold on herself and surroundings. Drunk but not sloppy. She stole a kiss before she climbed over him and started to gather her own clothing, putting it back on in reverse order. When her panties and jeans were on, she headed to the door and grabbed his pants and boxers before she walked out of the room. She draped them over her arm as she picked up her bra and put it on. Then she walked over to the chair by the window and grabbed one of her lace underpants that she had used on him earlier and stuck it in his pocket before she tossed his jeans over the back of the couch and gather the other undergarment and put it in her own back pocket. Finally, her own shirt came into mind and she looked around. "Have you seen my shirt?" She called to him as she looked around. Grateful that at least one of them had their wits about them (despite him actually being the sober one) Alan remained sitting on the bed for a while, shaking off his sleep-induced state before forcing himself out of the comforts of the warm bed. Following her out and finding his clothes gathered up for him on the couch he began to dress himself, head on a swivel as he looked around for any sign of the shirt she was looking for. Catching a glimpse of the familiar color of fabric between the couch cushions, he simply pointed it out to her as he hopped around on his feet a bit to pull his pants back up. "Hey, keep the booze. On me, yeah?" He said with a quirky grin. The flavors were fun, but he had no interest in drinking it on his own; preferring either beer or straight up when he drank alone. Daria climbed onto the couch when he pointed her shirt out for her and pulled it out from between the cushions. She looked at it as she held it, slightly confused as to how it got there before she pulled it on over her head. She looked at him when he told her to keep the alcohol for herself and nodded her head as she moved to kneel against the arm rest. "Alright but," She caught one of his belt loops as he hopped around. "I'll pay the next time you call me." "You did pay me... six times you paid me." Alan replied, keeping his grin on his face looking rather pleased with himself. Her fingers made quick work of his button, zipper and belt for him before she stood and headed over to the door. She picked up his shoes and leaned against the wall by the entrance. "I suppose that means we are both leaving each other with something to remember tonight by." She joked, smirking as he had yet to notice the present in his back pocket. Quirking an eyebrow as he watched her fingers work quickly with helping him, he couldn't help but to notice the added bit of weight in his back pocket at her words. His smile, twisting into a rather dirty smirk, reached his hand back, patting his back pocket, feeling the lump of her underwear there. "Booze for underwear. I can't help but to feel like I got the better end of the deal here." Pulling back from her a bit, he moved to slip his shoes on, not having to bother with the laces as they were already tied up. "Tonight doesn't have to be the end of it baby girl, you got my number and I got yours. Keep your phone on ya, I might be givin ya a ring later." "We're at four - six... I think I got the better end of everything," Daria said, letting her arm drop back to his side as he took his shoes back and slipped them on. She pushed herself off the wall and ran a hand through her hair. She closed the distance that he had just created between them and moved her hand from her hair to his chest and patted it a couple times, "I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest." She rose to her toes and gave him one last kiss as her hand moved to the door handle. When she pulled her lips away from his, she opened the door and leaned against the edge. "See you around... Daddy." "Count on it." Alan replied with a wink before heading out of the room and back into the hallway of the lodge hotel. Reaching into his pocket he fished out his old Nokia phone and checked the time, having to laugh at the amount of time he had spent in one place.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Finally got up my reply, a bit short, but I didn't want Rose to contribute to much since she's the farthest thing from a leader here, so I went the whole 'show off her personality' route instead. :P

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

"You and I need to have a talk later." Rose lifted her head up slightly to look up at the the split metal mask that covered Deathstroke's face, his tone as cold as the armor he wore but this didn't preterb Rose in the slightest. She nodded once in respectible affirmation before adding on in a sultry voice, "Oh I've got more than words planned for you big guy, but sure, we can talk first so long as you buy me a drink or two." Stopping her strides as they entered the hangar, she crossed her arms over her chest, flicking her gaze over to the reverse flash who Slade was then addressing, asking him to take care of the majority of the security guards for them. Her narrow shoulders shrugged, speaking outloud to herself, "Works for me." She blinked, and it was over. Rose raised her eyebrows, clearly impressed with the skill the Reverse Flash had executed simply by making her and the other's jobs easier, a smile flickering at the corners of her lips despite the arrogant front he was putting up with the unnessicary shock wave-finger-snapping thing; she wasn't sure if she'd ever get used to that. And the voice. Frankly there were a lot of things Rose couldn't stand about him, but as long as he got the job done, well thats really all she could ask for. "let's just hope that you're only fast on your feet for the ladies' sake." She said passing the Reverse Flash by, missing the entire spectacle Captain Boomerang had put on with his little bent sticks. With no guards left to stop her, Rose headed towards the parked vehicles, her eye catching a military-grade motor bike which had her eyes widening with want. It probably wasn't the most practical for their small group, as maybe two could fit on it and she was sure that the idea was to take one vehicle, but that didn't stop her from caressing the leather seat and looking over her shoulder back at Slade with her soft pink lips pouting a bit, like a child begging their father for a puppy.