jade, c'mere u^u
Thread Topic: jade, c'mere u^u
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[i]not sure yet, but i can think of smth!
Kori texted back with a smile as she walked into the bathroom, starting her nightly routine of washing her face. She hummed softly as she quickly started to rack her brain, already trying to decide on a location to hang out. She had a few restaurants in mind, but she didn't want to just do another repeat of sitting and eating, she wanted some variety. The movies? Not much room for talking. A park? Her allergies would act up. She sighed as she headed back to her bed, sitting down on it and staring at her phone. She was tempted to look up "good places to go on a date that's not an actual date but a hangout with two guy friends", but that would be a little too pathetic, right? She decided she'd grab her journal and start writing, hoping that would help her decide on a location. -
(not sure yet, but i can think of smth!**)
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Oliver awoke the next day, sunlight filtering through the window. His body felt sore from what he and Cyril went through the day before. The more Oliver thought about it, the more it didn't even seem real. He slid out of bed, and walked into the bathroom. When he got into the bathroom, he stared at himself for a moment in the mirror. He was thinking about the What if's? He picked his toothbrush, and toothpaste, and started his morning routine. Before he knew it, he was dressed and ready for a new day, and he knew the first place that he would be stopping. The florist.
For Cyril, he felt the complete opposite from Oliver. He woke up from a nightmare, his sheets crumpled together in both of his fists. His body felt sore as well from the previous days event. His jaw was also sore from clenching it in his sleep. He sat up, and picked his phone off the nightstand. The time on the clock read 9:30 a.m. He also saw a notification for a message, whom he suspected it came from Kori. He would have to read it later. He stood up from the bed, and walked over to his closet. Thankfully the door was already open, and he just grabbed his hoodie and sweatpants. There wasn't any point in dressing fancy, so might as well be comfortable. Cyril quickly threw on his clothes, and headed downstairs. Despite him being ready in about ten minutes, it looked like the chauffeur his father had sent for him was already here. Cyril nodded at the young man, and opened the door. "Let's go." He said. "Wouldn't want to keep my father waiting." He walked toward the car, opened the door to the passengers side and sat down. From here he was able to read the message that Kori had sent him. He typed up his response, this turned his phone off and put it in his pocket.
Cyril: If anything, we could always go to the arcade. If you're into that sort of thing! -
ooh, yeah, the arcade sounds great! js lmk
when you're free to hang!!
Kori Jane messaged Cyril back, humming softly as she turned back to her typewriter on her desk. She was an early riser, and she always liked to get some writing done in the morning, especially on days when she felt most unproductive. As for the typewriter, she felt it helped her get into the mood for writing. She paused after a moment and picked up her phone, texting Cyril again before starting to get ready for work.
maybe you could ask oliver if he wants
to come along, too :D i wouldn't wanna
leave him out! -
Cyril felt his phone buzz again, and looked at the message. He shot a quick text to Oliver, asking him if he would like to hang out at the arcade later. He got a quick response back from Oliver.
Oliver: Sure....btw, do you know what Kori Jane's favorite flowers are? No reason in particular.
Cyril took a deep breath and shook his head. Oliver was about to get on his nerves, but he obliged his friend with an answer. Before he went under-cover, he at least did research to find out what Kori liked, and if he wasn't mistaken her favorite flowers were tulips.
Cyril: Tulips, I think? 🤷♂️
Oliver looked at the message that just came through from Cyril and nodded. He approached the door to the florist and headed inside. The person in their today was a man, mid-thirties. His hair put up behind his head in a neat bun. "Hello!" He said cheerily, arranging a vase of chrysanthemums and poppies. "Anything in particular I can help you with today?" Oliver nodded and walked up to him. "This is going to be an odd....request." He pulled out his phone and looked at Cyril's message again. "Is it possible to a vase of tulips delivered to this address on the second Tuesday of every month?" Oliver showed the florist the address to the building that him and Cyril were at last night. "That's an odd place, but sure. What time would you need the delivered by?" Oliver thought about it for a moment. "I would say by 6 p.m every second Tuesday. Here is the first payment up front." Oliver handed the man some bills and loose change, and the florist handed him the receipt. "Is there any way you could put a small card in it that says To: Kori Jane. I hope these find you well." The florist nodded, and made a note in a note-pad that was next to him. "If you need anything else, let me know!" The florist said, waving good-bye.
Cyril looked at his phone once more, and sent another message to Kori.
Cyril: What time do you want to meet up today? -
Kori grabbed her purse and looked down at her phone, texting Cyril back.
today i'm rather busy until this evening, i
have work and then dance rehearsals until
like, 4:30-
She hummed as she grabbed her bag with her dance clothes, slipping on her shoes. She called out to her roommate and said she was leaving, walking out the door of their apartment and locking it behind her. She went back to humming softly as she headed downstairs to the lobby, walking outside and to her white Kia Soul and throwing her bags in. She climbed in and started her car, heading off to work. She soon realized she had forgotten to make breakfast, groaning quietly as she rested her head back on the carseat. "Guess I'm not eating today," she half-joked to herself with an awkward chuckle, continuing to head to the hospital to start her shift. -
The chauffeur that was driving Cyril started the car, and pulled off. The direction the car was going seemed to be near the edge of town, which was unusual but not uncommon. Cyril took looked outside the passengers window when his phone buzzed again. It was another message from Kori Jane. He thought for a moment, then typed out his response.
Cyril: How about meeting at that building around 6 then? It eill give us all time to refresh and get ready. 😄
Before Cyril knew it, the chauffer had parked the car in front of what looked to be an office building. The outside was painted a cream-ish tan, and the trim was white. The chauffer looked at Cyril and turned the car off. "Follow me." He said, stepping out of the car and closing the door. Cyril followed, stepping out of the car as well. Compared to the chauffer, he looked and felt under-dressed. The chauffer was wearing a black suite, complete with tie and shiny shoes. When they both got to the buildings door, the chauffer knocked on the door three times, paused, then knocked twice. The door in front of them opened, and the space in from if them seemed like it was lived in, but nothing too wild. "Go upstairs. The chauffer said, extending his arm to the stairs that were on their right. Cyril nodded, and made his way up the stairs.
Oliver, once out of the florist shop took his phone out of his pocket, and messaged his dad.
Oliver: Hey, do you mind if I come over? I need to talk to you about something?
Oliver walked doenthe side-walk, and peered into each of the shops while he waited on a response from his father. Although Oliver knew Cyril was in a lesser prominent gang, he didn't think Cyril knew he was in one as well. He wasn't a part of the violence, but he was a spy of sorts. Someone who was kept on the down-low. Oliver had his own motto, and his father was the perfect example. If you treat everyone nicely, you'll get further than if you treated them with violence. Cyril had been both a friend, and a pain in Oliver's ass for the longest time. He loved Cyril, that was evident; but sometimes to make sure you were doing the right thing, you had to forge some betraying alliances. Oliver felt his phone buzz, and he smiled. His dad had texted him back.
Dad: Yeah, sure. Swing by the Pavillion. I'll meet you at our favorite restaurant.
Oliver closed his phone, and placed it in his back pocket. Thankfully, the Pavillion wasn't too far away maybe about a fifteen minute walk. Oliver headed that direction, making sure not to bump into anyone along the way. -
that sounds great, yeah! can't wait to see y'all!!
Kori texted back as she stopped at a stoplight, humming with content. She started mentally planning out her day, making sure she would have enough time to come home and change to make it to the arcade early. Because being early is being on time, being on time is being late, and- y'know the rest. She soon arrived at the hospital and parked the car, climbing out and heading inside. -
As Cyril stood at the top of the stairs, his phone buzzed again. This time, he would have to wait to answer the text. As he looked down the hall, he could see doors on either side, one of them on the left hand side appeared to be open. He walked down to the door and peeked inside. "Glad you could make it." His father said from the couch that was in the room. "Come on in. I'm not going to bite. I just wanted to check in, and see how things are going." Cyril took a deep breath, his heart racing in his chest. Not much, if anything made him nervous; but his father always seemed to do the trick. "I....I think it's going good so far, considering it's only been a day." Cyrils father pulled out a cigar from his pocket, and lit the end of it. The tension in the room felt like you could cut it with a knife. "I'm in contact with Jared's daughter. I think she likes me....so maybe that's a good start."
Cyrils father looked at him for a moment, his face seemingly unreadable. "I want you to listen to me, and listen to me well." His father stated, taking another puff of his cigar. "Any part of this operation takes a sour turn, you're dead to me. You decide to screw around and forget why you're there, I will personally make sure that every new recruit I have knows why they should listen to what I say." Cyrils father stood up, and straighted the black suite he was wearing. "With that being said, you don't screw this up and you are able to fulfill your job; we'll be golden. I'm trusting you on this son. Do not screw this up." Cyril nodded, and clenched his jaws shut.
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Oliver arrived at the Pavillion and took in the fresh air. He could see pulling milling about, enjoying their day. He looked around for the restaurant, and finally spotted it. Thankfully there wasn't a long line today. He walked over, and spoke to the Host that was next to the door. Soon enough, he was being brought to his dad's table. "It's nice to see you son." He said with a smile, standing up and extending his arms for a hug. Oliver gave a slight chuckle and hugged his dad. "It's nice to see you too." Oliver sat down at the table and looked at his dad. "So," He started, and his father looked at him with a singular eyebrow raised. "It's about Cyril." His father nodded and leaned forward. "I think he's going to try and betray....." He whispered Jared's name, and his father leaned back. His face seemed wrought with questions, and worry. "On top of that...." Oliver continued, laying out some of the details that happened last night.
Oliver's fathers face twisted into a frown. "Listen son," His father reached across the table and held Oliver's hand. "I want you to stay out of whatever Cyril has got going on. It's bad enough they have something to hold over our head." Oliver's father squeezed his hand. "If anything, and I mean anything happens, call me. I can talk to Jared myself. Despite our...past conflicts, he is still a friend of ours." -
(uhhh, should we ts to the hangout?? lol)
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(I'm down down for that!)
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(kk! i'll start :))
Kori hummed as she pulled up at the meeting spot about 20 minutes earlier, thankful she managed to have enough time to take a quick shower and change clothes. Ballet practice always made her work up a sweat, and it definitely wore her out sometimes, so she was thankful for a little break beforehand. She just had to pray her social battery had enough energy left so she could enjoy the hangout. And enjoy being with Cyril again. She giggled softly as she thought of him, pulling out her journal and writing something down in it while she waited. -
Once Cyril had the conversation with his father, the chauffer took home back home. He took a quick shower, and threw on some jeans and a graphic tee. He threw on a black anolog watch, then headed to his car and started to drive toward their meeting spot. Once Cyril had arrived, he spotted Kori and rolled down his window. "Hop in! Oliver is going to meet us there!" He said, unlocking his car doors.
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Kori looked over and smiled, grabbing her purse and journal before climbing out of the car. She locked it and walked around to climb in the passenger seat, humming softly. "Hi~ How's your day been?" She asked as she got in and sat down, buckling up and looking over at Cyril.
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Cyril pulled away from the building, and gave Kori a quick smile. "Not too bad." He said, adjusting his rear-view mirror. "Got to meet up with my dad today, which is a rarity sometimes." He pressed his foot on the gas, and sped down the road. It wouldn't take them too long to get to the arcade, but he also didn't want Oliver to wait too long. "What about you? Anything exciting happen?" He smiled, giving Kori a brief glance. "I also like your outfit today."
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