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Post by Leda Wickford-Rose on Jun 26, 2010 23:09:46 GMT -6
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leda took a small step back and bit down on one lip. yes... she was pretty sure that she was good with this one. occasionally, if something that came out of her paintbrush didn't seem right to her, she would scrap it and start all over. but she felt good about this. she unwrapped her arms from their position behind her back and grinned toothily in acknowledgement of her latest achievement.
she didn't dwell too long on it, however, because the ever faithful urge to move that was forever ingrained somewhere in her brain began to buzz and she scampered off to change out of the clothes she was currently wearing, which bore the marks of many an afternoon spent maniacally with a paintbrush in hand. her room was a mess, as per usual; with clothes and books and random objects cluttered the floor. even the walls possessed an air of clutter and messiness due to the way she had arranged the array of posters that adorned them. most of them were posters of her favorite bands from the 70s and 80s, but a healthy portion of them were also famous and not so famous copies of works of art. she stripped out of the loose aerosmith t shirt she was wearing, as well as the old and faded denim shorts and tossed them into the hamper. she had to remember to do laundry soon, or she was going to find herself without any wearable clothes at all. she was probably one of the only teenage girls living in this part of town who did their own laundry. that was the story of her life, it was; always being the odd duck.
a suitable t shirt was found towards the bottom of one of her dresser drawers and a suitable denim skirt was discovered in her closet. she pulled them on over her undies and then peeled off her knee socks and tossed them away towards the hamper, where they joined the rest of her painting outfit before heading downstairs to see if her dad had any plans for dinner. however, she instead found a bright pink sticky note on the kitchen counter, informing her that her father was at some sort of business dinner type dealio and that he'd probably be home around midnight. leda was then left with the option of either cooking her own dinner or ordering out. and, given the sudden development of a craving for chinese food and to get out of the house, she decided to walk over to the asian king take out place and get herself some yummy.
it felt ridiculously good to be out in the waning sunlight, stretching her legs after having remained relatively stationary for a couple of hours while she finished up her painting. which was a bit unusual for her; because due to her 'challenged' attention span, whenever she was in one of her painting modes, she had several canvases up to go back and forth between when she got bored and needed to mix things up a little. but her most recent baby had been the only one she had been focusing on earlier. it had been one of those that really immersed her. which, if you knew leda beverly wickford-rose, you knew it was no mean feat.
of course, even if it did feel nice to be moving around again, as she made her way through the streets of valkyrie, it felt kind of weird. why, you ask? because she was walking, simply walking, and not running.
why walk anywhere when you could be running, eh?
she had just reached the district within the small city that was the general area in which most of the major food places were located, when she spotted a sight further down the street caused a small flush to creep up within her cheeks and a wide, happy smile to spread across her face. it was j.r. corinthos, her big, tall and buff jogging buddy. she quickened her pace a bit, though her previous speed with which she had been walking had been relatively considerably, to meet up with him. as she did so, she hoped that the blush on her cheeks would appear as a simply a flush from moving around. she wouldn't be able to chalk off the increase in her heart rate as something entirely innocent, but luckily, he couldn't hear that.
when the distance between them was a mere six feet or so, she raised a hand and gave him a quick, wave. she slowed to a stop and her grin grew a bit bigger. "hola," she said, her smile mirrored in her voice. "whatcha up to?" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS finished.
TAGGED jeda. <3
WHEN & WHERE december '07, sidewalk of a street.
THREADS right here.
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Post by Juan "J.R." Corinthos on Jun 27, 2010 8:25:34 GMT -6
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-----the apartment was quiet, and had been for days. j.r. was seeing less of his sister but that didn't bode well for him. he wasn't used to maggie running off like this, with a mobster nonetheless. maggie was loving this situation, she had to be. she was finally getting involved in something she loved. ha. well she should be enjoying it. she would be enjoying it if it wasn't for their bastard of a father, j.r.'s namesake, who was doing a wonderful job of making her miserable. j.r. couldn't understand why juan just couldn't love his eldest daughter. why oh why couldn't he just accept her for who she was. j.r. saw a wonderfully strong, equally stubborn woman who would fight tooth and nail to get what she wanted. had she been more a boy maggie would have already been involved with and on her way to taking over the family business. j.r. didn't want that for her of course but he wanted her happiness. when you love someone all you want is for them to be happy whether that means letting a person go to be with someone else who would make them happier, letting them go for their own sake, or letting them get involved in a business that was sure to kill them. ugh. the thought made him shudder as he sat in the living room of maggie's apartment, thumb on the remote as he flicked through channels mindlessly. he hadn't seen much of maggie for the past two days. she'd gone to a giovanni benefit and never came back. he would be worried if it wasn't for a short text he'd gotten this morning telling him she'd gotten drunk and stayed at luca's place. well he'd known she'd gone out to get drunk. she'd come barging in, eyes wild with anger and looking on the verge of tears, demanding to know where the only bottle of tequila was in the house. seeing as how j.r. was the only one old enough to be drinking it, he'd kind of helped himself. as such, maggie had stomped out of the house in search of booze. that was a bad sign.
-----he knew his sister well. better than probably anyone else on the face of the planet. maggie drinking was a sign that she was on the verge of some kind of break be in her sanity or whatever else was on the brink. that was a bad sign. drinking was a way of losing control, of numbing your body to a point where you couldn't feel anymore. when maggie resorted to that, you knew that there was something majorly wrong. so of course he'd worried all night and hardly gotten any sleep. anything that was powerful enough to drive maggie to drink was worth staying up for the comfort her when she got home...only maggie didn't come home. he'd crashed on the couch at about three in the morning, the infomercials on the television beaming the only light into the room. he'd woken up to a commercial advertising the magie bullet at around six in the morning. it wasn't a pleasant experience though he found himself wanted to go into the kitchen now and blend anything he could get his hands on. weird...still he'd stayed up hoping to catch a glimpse of his sister, wondering where in the hell she could possibly be. he knew she could handle herself. that much was a given. but he still worried. he was a big brother, it was part of his job description. time passed and before he knew it, it was about three in the afternoon and still no sign of maggie. by this time he'd gotten the text and had relaxed, now watching the television like a zombie because his brain couldn't take much more of being awake. he'd taken a small nap around noon and that was holding him over until it came to go to bed. ugh how many hours until then?
-----he really didn't feel like doing much. he certainly didn't feel like cooking. so when the time came that his stomach rumbled, and rumble it did seeing as how he'd missed breakfast and lunch, he hoisted himself off the couch and threw his butt into the shower. he was going out for food. someplace where he didn't have to cook or clean. nothing. once clean, j.r. stepped out of the shower and quickly toweled off, clothing himself in a pair of dark wash denim jeans, a gray shirt and a slightly lighter gray oxford which he left unbuttoned. he ran the towel through his damp hair, giving it a little fluff. he loved his hair. it was so easy to handle. one little once over from a towel and he had that sexy "just rolled out of bed" look to him. he slid into a pair of flip flops, grabbed his wallet and his keys, and he headed out the door. as he drove down the crowded streets, j.r. tried to figure out where he wanted to go. he passed fast food places with ease. he wasn't feeling like grease on top of grease on top of grease today. besides, he was out of the house finally. he needed a place to just sit down and relax, and to forget about all the crap happening right now. once he was sure he wanted a place to hang out for a bit, j.r. knew exactly where he was headed, abducted. he'd been there a time or two and they had decent mexican food. of course it was nothing compared to home cooked mexican food done the right way and all that, made with love and whatever kind of other crap people wanted to spew, but it was pretty good and that was a good enough excuse for him. j.r. parked and started heading up to the doors, hanging back a bit as a crowd began leaving. it was then that he heard the rhythmic pattern of running feet approaching. he looked over at the sound to see leda, the girl he'd quite literally run into while jogging a little while back. "hey leda." he said excitedly, an automatic smile on his lips. "how are you?" he didn't give her much time to answer as his stomach rumbled. "um, you hungry?" he said suddenly, pointing a thumb at the mexican place that loomed behind him with a smirk.
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Post by Leda Wickford-Rose on Jun 29, 2010 11:23:44 GMT -6
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he had been in her thoughts with a relative frequency ever since their memorable meeting at the beach a couple of months ago. since then they had hung out a few times and she had found herself thinking about him more and more. and, generally, when she did, it was difficult to stop herself from smiling. she had been caught by various people simply staring into space with a stupid smile on her face. somewhat embarrassing, really. though the said people who had caught her (namely, both of her cousins and one of her fellow art classmates) had most likely chalked it up to typical weird leda behavior.
and, mind you, she was aware of the fact that she was the type to be susceptible to crushes. it had been known to cause some issues for the the teenage brunette in the past, because she found herself continually won over by the charismatic mechanisms of the boys with a charming side. and she had learned that half of them nearly always turned out to be great big jerks. to say nothing of the fact that she sometimes found herself utterly distracted from whichever boy she might have actually been dating at the time by a guy who had a way with words. well, actually, it wasn't that it only happened with the charmers. she had a way of finding something in almost anyone that she liked. sometimes she didn't even know what it was. but she could go through crushes like nobody's business. perhaps part of it was just that she was a teenage girl, but she had to wonder if the adhd didn't play a small part in it. not that she was really the self analytical type, but she had made several observations over the years.
j.r. was a charming one, though. and he had that awesome mexican accent. leda loved it. of course, she loved almost any kind of accent. she rather regretted not being born and raised in australia, because aussie accents were probably her favorites. anyway. after j.r. spotted her, he smiled and greeted her with that wonderful accented voice of his.
"hey leda." she stuck her hands into the pockets of the loose, relatively lightweight hoodie she was wearing. it felt a bit odd to be wearing so little in december, but, of course, this was california. december hardly meant anything. "how are you?" she shifted her weight slightly onto one leg. "i'm good," she said, her smile still prominently arranged on her pretty face. she was about to go on and ask him how he was doing, but he didn't give her the chance. "um, you hungry?" he gestured with his thumb to the restaurant situated behind them. leda let herself focus on it for a moment. it was abducted, apparently new mexican styled, with emphasis on the whole roswell incident. oooh. she hadn't ever been there before... hell, she hadn't even ever heard of it before. but it sounded like her kind of place. it definitely did.
she brought her gaze back to j.r. and nodded. "i am absolutely starving," she declared happily, and she found the craving for chinese food that had brought her here in the first place dissipate very rapidly. she retrieved her hands from the pockets of her hoodie and crossed them over her chest, just as something occurred to her. was this... like... a date? the very possibility caused excitement to course through her veins. was she going on a date with j.r. corinthos? oh em gee. that would totally and completely make her whole day. but what if he hadn't meant it as a date? was it just supposed to be two friends grabbing dinner?
damn, she couldn't tell.
oh well. she could probably make it into a date if she really wanted to. and it wasn't as if putting the actual date label on it was a huge deal or anything. labels entirely were not very important to leda in the first place. and all he had done was phrase a question about whether or not she was hungry and indicate abducted. it probably didn't require too much reading into. well, whatever. with her usual toothy grin, she linked her arm through j.r.'s. "shall we?" she asked rhetorically, not giving him a chance to answer, with a breezy laugh. she then walked purposefully but with a tone of goofyness towards the restaurant that was their destination for the moment. she untangled her arm when they reached the door so that she could open it. she paused with the door held open, spilling bright light and the delicious wafting scent of food onto the both of them and turned her head to face him. "so, is like a date?" she asked. "because if it is, we might have a problem." she gestured to her 'i only date superheroes' t shirt, visible through her unzipped hoodie and giggled. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS finished.
TAGGED jeda. <3
WHEN & WHERE december '07, abducted.
THREADS right here.
CREDITS lyrics: matt & kim. formatting: me.
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Post by Juan "J.R." Corinthos on Jun 29, 2010 13:52:42 GMT -6
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-----j.r. wasn't sure how much of a spur of the moment kind of guy he was though he was relatively sure he was more spur of the moment than anyone else in his family. the corintos' had a way of taking everything seriously, his closest family members especially. juan couldn't seem to tear himself away from his business long enough to form a decent relationship with anyone in his family so that much really shouldn't have surprised him. juan was all about the business. he was all about making money, gaining power, oh and hunting down his daughter of course. it baffled j.r. the way his father had set his sights on destroying his own daughter. for even today she was sitting over a luca's place recovering from a night's drinking that their father had driven her to. what kind of bastard would do that to his own daughter? what kind of sick, twisted man could look at his own flesh and blood and see "i have to remove her from my life." so you swear off your kid, you banish them to the states, you cut all ties from them. that doesn't mean you go about trying to get them killed. j.r. already had far too many worries about who was going to kill his sister. if it wasn't by their bastard father's hand then maybe it was by luca's. all she needed to do was screw up once and luca was likely to lash out at her. did he like that thought? fuck no! you think he really wanted to sit back and watch helplessly while his sister was forced to date, and soon wed, a mafia hitman? maggie was no kitten mind you, but this was the stupidest she'd ever been, hands down. not to mention is she became less than useless to fausto, if he would just demand her head. there were so many possibilities, not to mention the dear old castillo gang who were now make their presences known. god what a mess.
-----jose castillo was an issue in itself. j.r. really didn't know how to explain it or what to think of it. seriously what would you do? j.r. had been mindlessly hanging around at his sister's place when maggie had a meeting with one of her little hacker friends. j.r. wasn't all too interested at first. could you blame him? when donny came in escorted by none other than widow hughes well it was really hard to focus on anything but her. she had a tenancy to demand all of his attention anyways, something j.r. wasn't necessarily opposed to giving in the first place. he really didn't mind her presence. it made for a good distraction of course. what he hadn't expected was to see that face on the computer screen, the face that was embedded in his mind forever. in that one single shot, j.r. looked at the face of the man who had shot his mother point blank in the head. he'd never expected to see his mother's killer ever again after the rampage that juan had done to castillo's entire crew. he'd mangled castillo's organization taking out anyone associated with that business and anyone who knew those associated with the business. needless to say that day that tijuana was bathed in blood. j.r. had never seen his father react as such. it seemed like no one had been safe. yet through all of that the one man he'd wanted to get, the one man who's blood he wanted to bathe in, had gotten away. jose castillo had not been seen since the day that he'd shot j.r.'s mother up until recently when maggie's little hacker had found him. j.r. couldn't even describe the kind of emotions that he felt when he looked at that face for the first time in seventeen years. he'd been so mad that maggie had been forced to slap him out of his rage. that dangerous man was back and he was as close as he'd been back in tijuana. just knowing that seemed to put j.r. on edge enough. he needed a break, he needed a getaway, and who was more perfect for that then leda.
-----she was after all the epitome of distractions. her wacky antics and her lightning fast attention span made it easy for him to be distracted. from that he was sure that the moment she'd come running up to his at abducted, that she was like a gift from above. he couldn't help smiling at her. she was just so carefree and such. it was like she radiated light. easily distractable light, but light nonetheless. he watched her momentarily as she looked over at the food joint, waiting until she responded until he could really smile. "well then we should rememdy that. we can't have you hungry." he said determined as he lead her inside, completely unaware of the thoughts running around in her head. j.r. reached up to take the door, manners telling him that she was to go in before him. they had barely walked through the door when leda shot a question at him. it made him smile, especially when she gestured to yet another interesting shirt and laughed. j.r. thought for a moment, gesturing to the hostess a place for two people before he turned back to leda. "what am i not superhero-ish enough for you? the beach is right down the street. you can run in it and pretend to be drowning and then i'll be a superhero." he smirked at her, the hostess intrrupting their fun as she escorted them to a seat. she was obviously hitting on the muscle bound teddy bear, but j.r. didn't really take notice. once they were seated in the booth and had given their drink orders, j.r. finally got a chance to answer her. "i would like it to be a date. an impromptu one, but a date nonetheless." he passed her a menu, still holding onto the laminated paper as leda tried to take it. "that is, unless i'm not superhero enough for you."
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Post by Leda Wickford-Rose on Jul 1, 2010 13:00:18 GMT -6
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a quick appraisal of her surroundings led leda to the conclusion that the conjecture she had made while standing outside the restaurant had been true; she liked this place. she tucked her hands once more into the pockets of her sweatshirt as j.r. communicated to the very tan, very bleach blonde and therefore very californian looking hostess that they were looking for a table for two. hmm, come to think of it, she was pretty sure that this was actually cat's sweatshirt... leda thought back, trying to remember stealing it at some point... oh right. she had grabbed it from her one night about a week and a half ago when she had been staying late at her cousins' house. it had been chilly out, so she had borrowed it to walk home, fully intending to give it back the next day... and apparently it had completely slipped her mind. oh well. she'd try and remember to give it back tomorrow. j.r. had turned back around to face her once more, though, so leda dropped the corner of the hoodie she had been holding up to examine and gave him her attention. "what, am i not superhero-ish enough for you? the beach is right down the street. you can run in it and pretend to be drowning and then i'll be a superhero."
leda laughed as she imagined a scenario such as that one playing out on valkyrie's beach. the hostess arrived to usher them to the table they were being allotted before leda could respond right away, however. leda nestled herself into the relatively comfortable material that the booth seating was comprised of, slouching slightly and crossing one leg over the other. the hostess was lingering around a wee bit longer than absolutely necessary, making rather obvious innuendos and casting rather transparent looks in j.r.'s direction. well, that didn't seem very tasteful. leda gave her a glance, mostly through the corner of her brown eyes, her eyebrows raised slightly above their regular positions. j.r. was, after all, here with another girl... etiquette, as leda understood it, generally dictated that one not hit on someone who could possibly be on a date with someone else. but j.r. seemed to be ignoring her completely, which made leda happy, and she finally did run along after taking their drink orders and a final "meaningful" look in j.r.'s direction.
"i would like it to be a date. an impromptu one, but a date nonetheless." leda felt a grin return once more to her face (it had been somewhat absent throughout the time the hostess had been vainly attempting to sweet talk j.r.) and a surge of happiness rise up within her. "cool," she said happily as she reached out to take the menu he was holding out for her. upon closing her fingers around it in a grip and tugging, however, she found that j.r. didn't seem quite ready to give it up just yet. "that is, unless i'm not superhero enough for you." leda laughed and leaned forward out of her slouch, uncrossing her legs as she did so. "how about this," she said. "we'll do that whole beach thing, with me pretending to be drowning, and you can save me, but you have to be wearing tights and a cape. otherwise i just don't think you'll be superhero enough for me." an image of what she had just described, popped into her head; complete with j.r. donned in a pair of bright red tights and a flowing cape to match and she couldn't help but succumb to a minor fit of giggles.
it was pretty damn funny.
she managed to find her composure again after only a moment or two, straightening up from her position of leaning over the table slightly. "sorry," she said, tucking a stray lock of her brunette hair behind her ear. "i was just picturing you in the tights. it's hilarious, you should try it." she gave another tug on the menu that j.r. was withholding from her. "can i have my menu now? pretty please?" she wondered if her chances were any good at all for being able to wrestle the laminated communique of what kinds of foodstuff was acquirable in the restaurant away from him. probably not very good, since he was buffed up six ways til sunday. and she, well, couldn't exactly say the same thing for herself. darn. of course, it wasn't a huge issue. she was, after all, sitting here, on an actual date with j.r. corinthos. as far as leda was concerned, she didn't have much of anything at all to complain about. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS finished.
TAGGED jeda. <3
WHEN & WHERE december '07, abducted.
THREADS right here.
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Post by Juan "J.R." Corinthos on Jul 7, 2010 22:00:25 GMT -6
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-----comparing how boring his day was likely going to be without this little demon by his side made j.r. all the more happy that he'd run into leda. she was a little ray of sunshine and it was something he seemed to be in desperate need of at the moment. these were trying times. not only did j.r. have his sister maggie to worry about, but it seemed that many more corinthos kids were coming to join the party. raoul had apparently gotten into valkyrie without letting anyone know. it wasn't until he'd had a little conversation with dear old dad that he'd found out almost none of his younger siblings were in tijuana anymore. turns out raoul was already here and bella was on her way. good thing the other corinthos kids knew about it right? at a time when enemies were out, quite literally, walking the streets. god the thought of jose alone made his hair stand on end. he didn't like someone that...influential in his life to be so near by. because this influential wasn't a good thing. it was because of jose that his mother was dead. it was because of jose that he was nervous for his sister now. he really didn't need anyone else he was close to getting hurt just because of this man. one would have thought that he would have tried to stay as far away from the corinthos as possible, but there was always the chance that while stalking the two corinthos kids he knew to be in valkyrie, he hadn't a clue that he himself was being stalked. hopefully jose hadn't a clue that maggie knew he was even alive. thanks to that skinny little hacker dude that she was so fond of...well he said he was untraceable and j.r. was sure that if anything they would soon find out if that was true or not, but jesus. he didn't like putting his faith in just anyone. maggie knew this guy but j.r. really didn't know him. he knew wid, wid was associated with him, and for now that was enough. it still didn't help him sleep at night.
-----as of a few weeks ago he hadn't been sleeping well at all. could you blame him? the man who murdered his mother was out on the loose, within a drive and a shooting's worth of tim, and his sister was off gallivanting with a man from yet another mob. who's life was filled with this much insanity? here he was tossing and turning at night because the man that had filled his nightmares since j.r. was a child was back and god only knew where, and maggie was off getting drunk, spending the night at her fiancee's house, oh right and that was just one more matter he was not pleased as punch about. since when were eighteen year old girls married off to guys almost four years older than them? since when were teenage girls last married off to begin with. it was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard of. like marrying off your offspring was actually a tradition in his family. news flash, it was likely no corinthos was ever married off. this was just yet another ploy of juan's to get his "bastard daughter" off his back. well if he was being perfectly honest it was the worst idea imaginable. his father was trying to get maggie killed, so questions there, and it killed him to be standing by with little to no say over the matter. he wanted a say damn it. he wanted his sister to be happy and his father...well to not be. juan had caused all of his family hell. he didn't deserve to be reaping the benefits from anyone's actions. ugh, could you see why the twenty one year old needed a vacation? and valkyrie was supposed to be his breaking away from the crazy family politics. it turns out nothing had happened short of the issues following him home.
-----if the outside of the restaurant wasn't obvious enough, it was equally plaintatively new mexico inside the restaurant as well. it made him chuckle. funny how americans liked to take a theme and run with it until it was spent and becoming, well, cheesy. still it was amusing, and leda seemed to be enjoying it. that was enough for him. the roswell theme wasn't exactly something he was hugely familiar with, but it was fun and that was just fine. the idea of j.r. playing superhero was just as humorous when he said it as it was playing out in his head. he could just see it now. boy would they scare the beach goers. they wouldn't frighten them by the fact that leda was "drowning" but more likely from their antics. did he mind? no, it sounded like fun. besides, j.r. had sacrificed his pride a long time ago so he was willing to do just about anything. he didn't pay much attention to the waitress as she took her time getting them settled into their seats. still his attention remained on leda. he was serious when he said he would like for this little impromptu meeting of theirs to be a date. j.r. hadn't been out on a date in so long and this one would come quite literally with no strings attached. who wouldn't like something like that. because it hadn't been planned there was no agenda. it was all just about having fun and enjoying the company of someone else and that was exactly what j.r. had in mind to do. he felt her try to tug on the laminated menu as he held it steady, a smirk crossing his lips. though he was willing to play the role of superhero, he really wasn't sure about the tights and cape. "you make a steep wager. we'd have to find tights that fit me first." j.r. chuckled and released the menu at her request.
-----he glanced at his menu, opting for just a regular meal and nothing fancy. this was a spur of the moment thing anyways was it not. "see anything you like?" he said after a minute, giving her time enough to look over the menu. was he sure of what he wanted? no, not really, but they still had a minute or two to peek before the waitress came back asking what they'd like. j.r. was a steak and potatoes kind of guy. he liked food and he wasn't all that shy about it. also this whole thing sparked a little of his curiosity. would she be one of those grass munching diet types or would she be bold and go for something filling despite doing what some women would call "going to their thighs, ass or whatever body part they didn't like." he had a feeling that she would lean away from those dieting types, but he was still curious to see where she'd go. just as he'd suspected the waitress returned not a moment later with their drinks, pulling out her pad and pen to take their orders. "so what'll it be gorgeous." he heard the waitress chirp. he didn't really acknowledge her come on but instead looked over at leda. "do you need a minute?" he said with a little smirk. he wanted to make sure leda was perfectly comfortable. this waitress of theirs was even starting to make him uncomfortable.
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Post by Leda Wickford-Rose on Jul 9, 2010 21:17:20 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - abducted was not one of those fancy shmancy restaurants that absolutely reeked of class, elegance and wealth. nor was it a trashy diner on the side of some obscure highway that peddled out food whose main ingredient was almost always grease. and, well, almost anyone with some sense of standards would definitely prefer a place like abducted over a place like the second "trashy diner" extreme, and leda was among them. but she also honestly thought she would prefer it over some ridiculously high class, expensive restaurant like the first extreme abovementioned. because, though she was very fond of getting all dressed up for whatever occasion society could come up with, this place was just more comfortable. because, honestly, those fancy pants joints out there were often rather depressing to leda. everybody was always quiet and... well usually they just tended to strike her as pretentious. everyone there was dolled up in expensive, designer clothes and buying expensive, gourmet meals and drinking expensive, imported wine. status symbols out the wazoo.
now, abducted was fun. leda personally really liked it. it was quirky and unique and the fact that it was themed after the 1947 roswell incident resulted in an atmosphere that exuded an appreciation for the bizarre. leda didn't know too terribly much about the whole roswell thing, just the basic story that a ufo had supposedly crashed there. she also knew that a lot of people dismissed it as hogwash of some sort, as they did with many other similar alleged situations. leda felt that that was rather presumptuous of them. what made so many people so damn sure that aliens didn't exist, anyway? after all, the universe was gigantic. huge. enormous. gargantuan. all that times a billion. and humans had seen so very little of it thus far. why was it so far fetched that what with there being, like, trillions and trillions of galaxies out there, that humans on little old planet earth were not alone? and, seeing as humans had no way of knowing what exactly was going on out there and what exactly those aliens might be like, why was it so far fetched that they had invented some quick and efficient form of space travel? the human perception was very limited when it came to this kind of stuff, leda felt, simply because it had been shaped and molded too much just by having spent its entirety living on earth with all the standards that came with that.
leda had found herself in many a debate on this subject with some of her more skeptical friends, as well as with several random "acquaintances" (these people ranged from her old mail man to people she would sometimes run into on the street and strike up a conversation with... what could she say? she didn't have very many problems with laying her opinions on you... she also sometimes lacked the capacity to refrain from doing so... but big diff in the long run, eh?). and she generally found that she was not the greatest at it, mostly because she hadn't ever been very good at expressing her thoughts very clearly into words, and other times because she got overexcited and got loud and annoying. the latter being simply an occupational hazard of being leda.
now, however, sitting in a booth in a new mexican themed restaurant across from none other than j.r. corinthos, on an impromptu first date with him, no less - squee - , leda wasn't really thinking about any of that. not the debates, not her reasonings and beliefs that had sparked said debates, none of it at all. which was at least a bit impressive, seeing as her surroundings were chock full of stuff to remind her of it. but leda was quite focused on the person that not much more than three feet of space separated her from. "you make a steep wager. we'd have to find tights that fit me first." leda laughed, tossing her head back a bit as she did so, causing a few tendrils of her brown hair falling behind her shoulder. okay, she so knew what she was getting him for christmas. bright red tights and a superman cape. the tights might prove a bit troublesome to find... oh wait. unless she could find some sort of costume shop with some decent super hero getups. hmm. maybe she would just get him the entire damn superman ensemble... yes, she liked the sound of that. cue the evil cackle.
he finally relinquished her menu to her, and she made a small, blustery spectacle of snapping it open indignantly, though the goofy smile residing on her face probably negated it all. just a bit. however, said smile began to fade a bit as she furrowed her brow in concentration and began to look over the food the good people of abducted were willing to serve to her. "see anything you like? she sent a glance j.r.'s way over the top over her menu. "mhmm. lots of stuff." true dat. she had always really liked mexican food. so she wasn't sure how she would go about deciding on what she wanted... though the chicken chimichanga was actually probably currently sounding most tempting. she may as well just go with that. yes. probably. her attention strayed from that line of decision making, however, when she happened to spy the dessert section of the menu... oh, drool. "so what'll it be gorgeous." leda, glanced up, jerked out of her dessert related reverie, and her eyes yet again fell upon the waitress. goodness, had this chick no self control? "do you need a minute?" leda folded her menu back up and placed it on the table. "nope. i'll have the chicken chimichanga." she gave the waitress and exaggerated smile. "what do you think you want, baby?" she asked j.r., emphasizing the word baby and giving him a rather simpering look, in an attempt to keep the waitress at bay. it was kind of ridiculous, though. she was having a pretty tough time keeping a straight face. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS finished.
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Post by Juan "J.R." Corinthos on Jul 10, 2010 6:48:52 GMT -6
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-----tt was amazing how j.r. seemed to be the only one concerned with the welfare of the family. no one else seemed to care that a man who had done such damage was out and about and probably gearing up for yet another decade long fight. no one else seemed to even think about the fact that one of the eldest daughters was marrying into the full-blooded mob. no one else seemed to care that the corinthos family was falling apart at the seams, well except for j.r. it bothered him how he seemed to be the only one to give a rat's ass about any of this. one would think that sofia would have returned home by now, she did after all come from valkyrie. it wasn't like she was tied to juan anymore by a marriage. that had been nullified back when he'd had a child with his latest wife and had cheated on sofia. so why did she stick around? it wasn't like she was there for her children anymore. both of her girls had actually moved back to her home town. it wasn't like she loved juan. to be honest j.r. was pretty sure she never had loved juan. the only reason why she'd married him in the first place was because he'd pretty much put a gun to her head and told her to say "i do." it had been either marry me, or you never see your child again, maggie being the only one born at the time. sofia had been completely unhappy and she hadn't been all that quiet about her feelings. actually, come to think of it, she was acting a lot like maggie had been doing lately. anyways, she'd been so completely against it and yet what had happened? she'd had yet another child with him. then like clockwork another child was born two years after the one prior, only this one hadn't come from sofia's womb. after that sofia had divorced juan, but for some reason had stuck around. was it for the children? was it for the free access to all of juan's wealth? there hadn't been a reason big enough for her to stay, especially now that her kids had moved on, yet there she was.
-----some women just begged for it. that was the conclusion j.r. was slowly but surely coming to. she had begged for trouble when she'd come to tijuana to find a good time, gotten so drunk off her ass that she forgot to say no, had slept with a man who was fast becoming the emperor of drug cartels in mexico. had she not deserved the hell she put herself through? now in most situations j.r. wouldn't think a woman had asked for anything. if a woman got raped in a back alley he wouldn't think it was because she'd lead a guy on inside and had left him squirming. in most cases he would never come to that conclusion. but there was no sob story on sofia's end. she had every excuse to leave, more so now, and she chose not to take it. what was she afraid of anyways? was she afraid of coming back to her old life and having to answer question after question from her family? it was no doubt that the mitchells were prominent here. they were a big time family and they could probably be intimidating. maybe she was ashamed. she'd been in her last year of high school when she'd gone to tijuana and had lost it all. she'd dropped out of school, had a baby out of wedlock, willingly had yet another baby with a mobster, and then stuck around like a little leech when that same mobster threw her aside for another woman. yeah having to explain that would probably scare the crap out of him but so what. grow a pair. get over it and get the hell out of there. make up for the life you gave your daughters. honestly it frustrated him. as much as maggie didn't want to see it. she was a lot like her mother. not as much of a pushover, granted, but she was just as stubborn and troublesome. of course maggie was a step worse than her mother. she would slit his wrists as he slept if she knew just how much he thought she and her mother were alike. that was the only thing that really separated them, maggie was dangerous beyond belief.
-----so would you believe that it was a really nice change to be around someone so different from all the other women he'd known? j.r. was pretty sure that one way or another he'd be forced to marry someone just like the women in his family, but up until he reached that pint he was happy to sit in a roswell themed restaurant with a happy-go-lucky, easily distracted but hugely upbeat woman. she was such a breath of fresh air compared to what he was used to. he had to admit that it was one of the main reasons why he was attracted to her. she was sweet, she was kind, and she was quirky as all get out. he would imagine that if you gave her a child's toy with bright lights and which made sounds depending on what you did with it, well that she would be amused possibly for hours. it was intriguing, she was intriguing. so he really had no complaints about coming with her on this impromptu date. in fact, it just made his day. he liked the look of the restaurant, and by how much she was looking around, j.r. hoped that leda liked it as well. the theme was once a very controversial one, now just something the public had kind of brushed off, but apparently it was still working or else this place would have been a dud. it wasn't so hard to believe that something else could be out there. after all the world beyond just earth was undeniably massive. there was no way for just one planet to have that kind of life. it was just too self centered to believe that we could really be the only intelligent life out there. besides, who on earth could even say that it was we who were intelligent. there could very well be things out there that knew more about everything than we did. there were probably species out there who could wipe us from the planet with little effort or who monitored us from reaches we could not even fathom. things like that were fascinating and tended to put things in perspective. just compare your own size to that of the universe. that would even make the biggest celebrity feel infantismal.
-----but it was nice to see that right now, he was kind of the focus of her attention. it had been a long time since j.r. had been such and it did in fact make him feel better. the way she laughed at the things he said, the way she was somehow keeping her attention on him despite the distractions all around. it was nice. he chuckled as she got her menu back and opened it up as if he'd annoyed her. he knew it was a joke from her smile, otherwise he would have been slightly worried. he turned his attention to his own menu as he looked around at all they had. it was likely that both he and his sister could make this food and even make it better, but the whole reason he was here today was because he hadn't had the patience to cook. he could really get over it especially since if he hadn't gone out of the house he probably wouldn't have been sitting here with leda. he smiled as she said there were many things that looked good. "pick anything you like." he still wasn't quite sure what he'd had his mind set on. just about anything would suffice. he wasn't one of those types to be really picky. though what he was picky about were waitresses with moral and ethical boundaries. this waitress certainly didn't fit that bill. he couldn't help but be amazed by he, and not in a good way, as she flirted with him right in front of his date. what did she just hope that they were related or something? it was getting to the point where j.r. was getting sick of being nice. it was then that he'd heard leda pipe up, calling him baby, and he smiled at her. she definitely had spunk, he'd give her that. "you know what, that sounds good. i'll have the same. thanks." he handed the waitress the two menus, reached out and taking leda's hand just to get the point across to the waitress all the more. his thumb grazed over her knuckles as he turned all his attention to her, the waitress walking off in a huff.
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Post by Leda Wickford-Rose on Jul 10, 2010 10:38:30 GMT -6
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this was partly why she didn't like that now, at this point in her life, everyone was expecting her to know what she wanted to go on and do for the remainder of her years on earth. because, hell, how was she really supposed to know that? it honestly didn't seem like a decision she felt prepared to make at the moment. because, right now, all she knew was that no matter what, she wanted to be able to paint. she didn't care if it was so that she could sell all her creations off for big bucks or so that she could become some sort of renowned artist... actually, as a matter of fact, she would probably prefer that it wasn't for either of those reasons. she was pretty sure that she'd like it to be like it was now, doing it for the love of doing it. in her opinion, that was one of the best reasons to ever do anything. it was also why she ran. because she loved it. not to burn calories or to stay in shape. if those were her sole reasons, she most likely wouldn't be doing it. because, frankly, she didn't care much about staying in shape or burning off excess calories. leda felt that those were things that just tended to make life feel less enjoyable and more complicated... well, mostly in the case of the latter. leda didn't like this huge obsession that america had with thin people. it was sad. why was the amount of fat tissue on someone so often used to determine what other people thought of them, and further more, why was it so often a tool in determining someone's own self worth? honestly, humans were also clinging to their position at the top of the food chain and their general belief that they were forever above animals (or the other animals, depending on how you felt about that), but animals didn't have twisted systems of what they felt was attractive and what wasn't that drove them to being willing to die trying to fit the bill.
that didn't make humans seem very so sophisticated to leda. it just made them seem masochistic.
of course, she knew that if a lot of people simply heard her opinions on this and didn't actually meet her or see her or anything, they would assume that she was just another chubby girl feeling jilted. but that wasn't really the case, was it? she was skinny. maybe not skinny enough to model hot couture, but then again, who was? heheh. but anyway, she hadn't ever had to worry about watching her weight or what she ate at all. and she really did love to eat. but she never bloated up and the little needle on the scale never snapped too far over to the right. she probably had one of those speedy metabolisms that many people seemed to bemoan their lack of. but, you couldn't deny that the fact she was almost always moving around most likely had something to do with it. and the daily two or three hour runs were probably not without their roles in her physique. but - and of course she couldn't be completely positive, since she had never been in the particular situation - if she were chubbier, she was pretty sure she'd be fine with it. she probably wouldn't like living in valkyrie very much, though, where she was sure to get picked on by all of its strangely beautiful residents, but otherwise. why not? being heavier didn't make one some sort of bad person. despite what tabloids and fashion magazines snidely hinted at.
though maybe the way things had worked out with her metabolism were for the better. because maybe if they hadn't, j.r. or some of the other guys she had crushed on over the years wouldn't have been interested in her. maybe. so she was, in the long run, happy enough with it. and she was definitely fine and content sitting here in abducted with him. yes sir. and, after she had given the waitress her order, j.r. had stated that he wanted the same thing, handed the waitress their menus and reached across the table to put his hand over leda's. she felt her heartrate speed up and hardly noticed their waitress stalk off in a sure state of annoyance. "good job, baby," leda said, grinning. "we got rid of her! i think we definitely deserve some party hats. it's, like, a momentous occasion." she bit down on her bottom of her still smiling lips as she continued to look at him. she was then suddenly struck by a thought. "oh hey, i've been working on my spanish a little," she said brightly. "¿cómo estás? estoy bien. ¿este restaurante es interesante, sí? creo que es chevere. me gusta." how are you? i'm fine. this restaurant is interesting isn't it? i think it's cool. i like it. she grinned. "see?" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS finished.
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Post by Juan "J.R." Corinthos on Jul 11, 2010 9:35:46 GMT -6
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-----j.r. liked to think that he was a good guy. he liked to think that out of all the corinthos kids who were old enough to know what the hell was actually going on with their family, well, that he was the only one with a sane, safe view of life. there was bad in the world. there was evil on the streets. he knew that much. hell most of the evil he'd ever seen came from his family and his family alone. so why was he so different? honestly everything would have been much, much simpler had he been as sick and twisted as the rest of them. if he hadn't had a conscience, if he'd just taken his rightful place beside his namesake and just sucked it up, well then his life would have been tremendously less stressful. it really was hard to see so much dysfunction in his family. he would see television shows and what not that portrayed the perfect family, they were more popular in retro shows but who was counting. you would see the man who comes home from a long days work to his family, his wife had cooked dinner and it was already waiting for him on the table, his kids showing off the good grades they made in school as a dog laid down on his doggie bed, waiting for the scraps that would inevitably be him. did that not sound relatively normal? true now that rights, politics, and everything else had changed the scope of life as the world knew it. women went to work, nannies raised the kids, and in valkyrie in particular, you hired someone to make the food ready for you at your beck and call. things were different now but did that really change the idea of what was normal? sleeping with sharpened knives strapped to your person to make sure you were never caught off guard, sleeping with a gun under your pillow, or high tech security that's all controlled by a genius hacker was not his idea of normal! he was pretty sure a lot of "joe regulars" out there wouldn't really disagree with him.
-----the life of being a mobster took some getting used to and let's face it, j.r. hadn't gotten used to squat. he'd been raised around this since birth and he'd rebelled about it completely the entire twenty one years of his existence. unlike maggie who could soak it up like a sponge, or bella who could be happily oblivious, j.r. was just against it totally. he knew exactly what was going on and he didn't like it so he wanted no part of it. honestly j.r. was surprised that maggie was such a target for juan sr. after all, j.r. was the rightful heir. he was the progeny who would take over when juan stepped down or died. and yet here the man was gunning for maggie because she was a female in his business? though he was smart to a point. going after maggie not only rattled the person in mind (maggie) but it also screwed with j.r. he didn't like seeing his sister practically tortured by the hands of the man half responsible for her existence. it just wasn't right. it did seem to mess with him, but not to the point of breaking. maybe once juan was done with maggie he'd set his sights on breaking the stubborn will of his eldest son, who knew. but all j.r. knew was that he wasn't going quietly if he went at all. he wanted nothing to do with this business and he would fight to the death to never be as involved as maggie had become.
-----that was why he enjoyed moments like this so much. dating. going out to a restaurant and just having a good time. it was normal. every step toward normal that j.r. took was another spiteful step he took away from his father and the damn "legacy" he tried to impose upon him. but that enjoyment was only minuscule compared to when he hung out with leda. it wasn't anywhere near what drew him to her and why he enjoyed hanging out with her so much. leda was probably the definition of the opposite of everything in his past that had told him what to be, and he liked it. in fact he craved more.
-----he had enjoyed putting the waitress in her place. she really was getting annoying and it was just plain rude to begin with. he just hoped this wouldn't result in her tampering with their meals, though he doubted she would risk her job in that way just to get back at two people she didn't even know. either way, j.r. didn't care. the waitress wasn't his concern anymore. "yes that was very quick thinking on your part. i don't think i would have thought of that." j.r. chuckled. he brushed his thumb over her knuckles one last time before he relinquished her hand. he didn't want to push too hard or be too forward, seeing as how that wasn't really something that had been on his mind in the first place. this was all about impromptu enjoyment and he wasn't going to try to change that any time soon. he perked up as leda spoke about working on her spanish. this could be good. he smiled as she spoke, understanding everything she had to say with relative ease. she had picked it up very well. "that's very good! you'll be speaking like a native in no time. let's see how well you can answer then." he paused for a moment, trying to think of what to ask her. "¿cómo has estado últimamente? has hecho algo interesante?" how have you been lately. have you done anything interesting? he smirked, wondering just how much spanish she really had a grasp of.
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Post by Leda Wickford-Rose on Jul 17, 2010 20:34:03 GMT -6
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obviously.
besides, she found abducted much more interesting than she ever would have found some place like that. the former had a lot of color and interesting memorabilia that the latter would definitely lack. so when her brown eyes weren't fixed on j.r. and crinkled up slightly in laughter, they were flitting around the restaurant, focusing on and away from one interesting thing from the other (not like some squirrel or something, so toss that mental image if you've got it). mind you, it was happening less frequently than what would have been the norm because she was finding it quite easy to keep her attention on the tall and buff young man sitting opposite her. he had nice eyes... and a nice smile... but, anyway. it wasn't as if she was about to pop out of the booth and dash around the restaurant. she actually would have been extremely apt to do something like that a long time ago, during the intensely hyper days of her childhood (she could actually think of several occaisons that her family had gone out to eat at a restaurant when she had been younger and she had found herself running around the place only several minutes after having to sit... and then, after having been lugged forcibly back to where she was supposed to be, being unable to stop herself from jumping up again). though it didn't afflict her to such an acute degree now, years later, she could still recall how it felt to simply need to move, to get up and use her legs, to see what there was to see. the rapid changes, aquisitions and losses of the subjects of her attention had always felt perfectly natural to her, but since being medicated and what with how the symptoms of adhd naturally becoming less prominent with age, it also felt natural to feel calm and tranquil and not be jittery. not all the time, of course. the adderall slowed her down (ironically, seeing as it had an affect similar to that of cocaine on almost everyone else), but leda was fairly certain that she was just prone to being hyper and impulsive anyway, mental disorder or no mental disorder.
"yes that was very quick thinking on your part. i don't think i would have thought of that." leda shrugged marginally, crossing one of her legs over the other under the table, her heart fluttering excitedly as he ran his thumb across the back of her hand one last time. she personally didn't feel it had been thinking quick enough to be noteworthy. they were actually on a date, after all, weren't they? she had just been trying to force proof of that fact into the waitress's platinum blonde hair enshrouded head. it hadn't exactly been one of those vital life or death split second decisions on the operating table or anything like that.
maybe that was a bit extreme. but whatever.
"that's very good! you'll be speaking like a native in no time. let's see how well you can answer then." oh boy. hopefully he didn't pull out anything too complicated, her grip on the language wasn't exactly iron clad or anything. "¿cómo has estado últimamente? has hecho algo interesante?" the corners of her mouth still lifted upward in a small smile, leda held up one finger. "okay, give me a second," she said, biting down on her bottom lip as she mentally went through the spanish that had come out of his mouth. damn, she was pretty sure that had been mostly past tense, and she wasn't that great with that. okay... after a moment or two of mulling, she could tentatively wager that he was asking how she'd been... and then something about something interesting... oh wait! it was like asking if she had done anything interesting, right? she could remember being taught phrases like this... yes... she was pretty sure.
she inhaled quickly and released her lower lip from the bite she had had it in. "okay. ready." she flashed him a quick grin. "me conoces. siempre estoy super..." you know me. i'm always super. she paused. "y, pues, me gusta pensar que todo que hago es interesante." and, well, i like to think that everything i do is interesting. she couldn't say with complete certainty if what she had just said was entirely gramatically correct in spanish or anything, she was just going off of what she had learned. didn't know for sure for sure.
after a few more minutes of small talk, their waitress once again returned to the table, this time bearing nice and fresh mexican styled cuisine. she was silent in a rather stony kind of way as she set their plates down in front of them and paused only to sulkily tell them to enjoy the meal before flouncing off.
cough. drama queen. cough.
leda was happy to see her chimichanga, however, and she eagerly created a managable section with the edge of her fork to plop into her mouth. yum. she swallowed and was simultaneously struck by a sudden whim. scooping up a stray piece of tomato from her plate onto her fork and flicked it at j.r. she then assumed her most innocent looking face and pointed to the guy sitting in the booth ahead of them, of whom only the back of the head was visible. "he did it." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS finished.
TAGGED jeda. <3
WHEN & WHERE december '07, abducted.
THREADS right here.
CREDITS lyrics: matt & kim. formatting: me.
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Post by Juan "J.R." Corinthos on Jul 20, 2010 8:25:32 GMT -6
JUAN "J.R." CORINTHOSVALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, ABDUCTED, LATE AFTERNOON, DEC 2007 [/font][/center]
-----j.r. had never been much of a ladies man. he knew how to talk to women fine but in a place where everyone knew who your father really was, well there weren't all too many women who were that eager to get mixed up in the corinthos world. if there were women out there, they sure as hell weren't the right kind of girls to be dealing with in the first place. j.r. wasn't much of a fan of trouble and like the wave of overly pungent perfume that floated in their wake, most of the women he'd come to know over the years were nothing but trouble. take his family for instance. he was sure that just about any man would agree that maggie was trouble in carnate, luca especially. she was hell on wheels and it always seemed like no one would be able to tame her, nobody. just because his sister was that way didn't mean that j.r. wanted every woman in his life to act as such. truthfully there wasn't room for more than one wild woman and maggie had that title in the bag, bronzed, and mounted on her mantle. what other teenager would throw themselves into their father's business with their eyes closed. not only that, she was going one step further. maggie was getting mixed up with the italian mafia on her father's orders. j.r. now had a real reason to care especially because maggie was really starting to like the idea as opposed to fighting it like she had the first time she'd been given the assignment. something had changed between that time and this. she'd been spending too much time over there. she'd gotten herself too mixed up in it. from what he could gather his sister had gotten a taste of a real business and wanted to assimilate herself in it. she wanted to be under the command of someone she respected and that would never be her father. who else could fit the bill but fausto giovanni himself? god what a mess. honestly if she wasn't his sister, if he didn't love her so damn much, and if it wouldn't backfire on him, j.r. would have taken her out of her misery because that was the only place she was headed.
-----his sister was an adult, techinically, so in all honesty she should be able to make decisions for herself. maggie had been doing so forever but it had been for all the wrong reasons. she'd become fascinated with the business and made it so her father couldn't really run the thing without her. so she'd been making big, life-altering decisions for a long time now, since she was in her early teens. that bothered j.r. little girls shouldn't be growing up so fast the way most teenagers tried to grow up fast nowadays. why else would fourteen and fifteen year old girls be getting pregnant in their freshman year of high school? because they were too hasty to grow up and because they hadn't had the knowledge to know how to be careful about it. it seemed like everyone was rushing to grow up. there were hardly ever people out there who could just take it slow anymore and embrace the fact that they were a child. it seemed like that was never enough anymore. it was either the influence of someone older, pressure from peers, or even economic pressures that forced kids to grow up faster than they normally would. it wasn't fair. no one should be experiencing the kinds of things that kids these days experienced, not for a long time. there was a time when people waited until their twenties before they gave into hormones and urges. hell there were times when kids had to have a chaperone to even be in the same room together. sometimes j.r. wished that life was still like that, slower, more carefree. it sounded as though you couldn't have a care in the world when you knew that there weren't all these tremendous pressures to grow up as fast and what was felt today. maggie was kind of a lost cause on that front. the only thing he could hope was that bella and his two youngest step-siblings back in tijuana would grow up much slower than either he or maggie had been forced to. j.r. had to grow up at the early age of four when he'd witnessed something horrible. maggie didn't have such a good reason.
-----do you see where all the frustration comes from? j.r. liked to think that he was the responsible one, because he had a good reason to be. he was the oldest, he'd experienced more, and he felt as though out of his entire family he was the only one with a solid head on his shoulders. he put a lot of responsibility on himself, more so when things didn't work out. like if things ever went wrong with maggie and she ended up getting hurt. j.r. wouldn't know what to do with himself. he would feel to blame for the entire situation and he would put it all on himself. he didn't much like that but he was the older brother. he had to look out for his own right? it was safe to say that was one of the main reasons why he enjoyed hanging out with leda. he wasn't responsible for her, at least not in the way he was for his family. he was responsible for making sure she had a good time, got home safe, things like that. but her life didn't necessarily rest in his hands. her future wasn't his weight to bear like it was for his three sisters and two brothers. he could feel a little, strike that, a lot more at ease around her. he enjoyed her company, he most of all enjoyed just talking to her. never before had j.r. met someone who was so interesting to talk to. he hadn't met all that many women in his day who would talk about superheroes or getting him into a pair of tights. most of the women he'd known had only been interested in the danger factor, something they would be sorely disappointed in the moment they realized he was a huge teddy bear. they liked the thrill, the adrenaline rush of going out with something the equivalent of a mobster. they didn't like j.r. for who he really was and by the end of the day both parties were left disappointed. with leda j.r. was pretty damn sure that wasn't the case. at least he hoped that he wouldn't disappoint her.
-----she seemed to be enjoying herself as he asked her a question in spanish and watched her mind working as she formed a sentence or two on her own. she was doing rather well for someone who he assumed to be, not quite so schooled in speaking spanish. she was coming along well. "yes you are quite interesting." j.r. said with a smile, making sure she knew that he pretty much understood her. the waitress showed up shortly after with their food much more muted, both in voice and in attitude, from before. it was a nice change. j.r. didn't like being put on the spot like that and it wasn't very professional of the waitress to be doing that in the first place. had he been alone or with a group of guys then it would have been more appropriate, but leda really didn't look like a sister and he certainly didn't look at her like a sister, so she really should have just been a professional. in the end they got their food and that was all that mattered. it looked really good as well. maybe there was a spanish chef back there or something because it certainly looked like authentic food. better than the taco bell crap j.r. was used to seeing referred to as mexican food. she broke into his food with his fork, readying to back a bite before a sudden cold, wet object fwacked him in his forehead. he looked up at leda, a smirk coming to his lips the moment he saw that falsely innocent face. "that guy huh? maybe i should just throw something back?" he really didn't want to start a food fight in the middle of the restaurant. still he grabbed a tomato, same as she had, and aimed it at the man's head behind her. "ready...aim..." he teased, wondering if she'd fess up before he actually let it fly.
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status • finished
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tagged • jeda !
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