Bollocks

Don't piss me off.  Name's Daz. Part of some stupid show to get a little funding towards my life goal of owning a circus.

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braelynhicks:

     Braelyn dropped her bags on her assigned bed, not bothering to unpack but rather, whipping out her brand new Leica M-A (typ 127) and attaching its 90mm f/2 ASPH lenses to start taking pictures right off the bat. The house was full of potential, and lighting was just right– click went the camera shutter, followed by the rolling of the film. One would think the cameras around would mask the small one in her hands, but Braelyn was sure she gave herself away trying to get a candid shot. “ I’m sorry. Do you mind if I photograph you? ”

“I do love a good photo and that, yeah, but I’ll be honest with you love, I prefer it when people don’t have evidence they can use against me.” Perhaps she’d fallen into her old ways or perhaps it had just been a day in need of excitement. She was wearing a luminous yellow high visibility jacket, one that she’d procured along the way, that helped her take the keg with relativity ease. The young gent trying to bring them round the back of one of the high street pubs had no qualms about letting her help. And she did, she took one off his hands, one less keg to move. Daz was hunched over at the lip of the door, looking up at the young woman with her camera in hand. “Not ready to deal with the Old Bill just yet.”

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florabrennan:

Despite being the one responsible for inviting the approach, an undeniable swell of surprise-induced giddiness rushed through her veins at actually achieving success. The daring venture had gone unanswered so frequently, tasting failure had seemed inevitable. Pocketing her doubt, diffusing any lingering tensity beneath the veil of a faint chuckle as her lips parted from the stranger’s, Flora’s regained confidence manifested in the form of a victorious smile, “Oh, fuck off,” she muttered, eyes narrowing at the comment, “As if you and your gang of tall people have it any better. At least I’m less likely to hit my bloody head on things.”

Daz was an easily lured individual. Despite her beginnings being in the house had relaxed her sense of self preservation somewhat, though she’d always been a soft soul. Soft without situations to showcase it. Being homeless didn’t allow her to offer anything to anyone, all it gave her was a horrid depiction of how terrible people could be when they wanted to be. However the show had gifted her a new appreciation for people and a new  found ability to give to those around her. Money was everything, but it was nice to finally have some. The kiss was sweet, but a little short lived for her taste. “My gang of tall people? Darling, all the people in this fuckin’ hotel are five foot nothing.” Daz shot back with a daring grin, silently appreciating how adorable the girl in front of her was. “At least I don’t go getting myself lost in a crowd and I can reach everything I want to.” 

[dazroth]

The last place Daz ever wanted to be was England, London more specifically. It was a home to memories she wanted to repress until they turned to nothing but dust in the recesses of her mind. But what could she do? She could have left the show and stayed in America with the money she’d gotten together. Probably would have blown it within the first week and she’d been out on her ear again trying to make ends meet in places she didn’t know as well as she would have wanted to. Perhaps that was her own way of viewing herself, not thinking of herself as capable or clever enough to fend for herself in a way that kept a roof over her head in a more legal sense of the phrase. 

London scared her in truth. Nothing scared Daz Roth, but in travelling from the airport to their new abode there were flashes of particular streets and alleyways that had meant something to her, old pubs and clubs that had brought her nothing but trouble. Being in London only reminded her of how alone she’d been and she could feel the same defensive nature she’d needed worming its way back. That was probably way she’d chosen to stay in her room for the most part. Silent ventures for food and drink the only reason to peak her head outside the door. All the other girls were unhampered giggling excitement about the idea of getting to explore London but Daz didn’t want any of it. She knew London and it had known her too. Even with where they were staying she felt entirely out of place. This wasn’t where she belonged, instead she belonged on some side street off of it seeing which stranger she could panhandle money out of.

“Listen not saying I don’t appreciate you and that, yeah? I’m just telling you now that you’re not going to get shit filming me today.” Daz said with a wave of her head as she heard the knock at the door and it creaking open. She assumed it was just her own little crew wanting to film her until she did something interesting, though she already knew that it wasn’t going to be happening and Daz had never been one to want to waste people’s time.

( @tvlerprince )

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florabrennan:

“I must be fallin’ short somewhere, though,” she replied with a curious arch of one eyebrow, “since you’re still standin’ there doin’ nothin’ about it.”

It was familiar, the playful art of flirting. Things had been so tumultuous of late she couldn’t quite help but want to fall into something stringless and detached. Daz didn’t move instantly, but after a beat she closed the distance and pressed her lips to the small blonde’s in a cheekily languid peck. “You’re short as shit, but I think you’re doing fine.” The taller of the pair offered with a smirk as she pulled herself back a little. 

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florabrennan:

“ — so, d’you think I’m wearin’ this ‘Kiss Me I’m Irish’ shirt ironically or not?”

“Think you look pretty fit either way.” Daz said quickly, not able to remember what the word ironic meant, and not really wanting to make a fool of herself. 

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rosiehammond:

Words failed her. Instead, the brunette simply nodded.

Daz offered the woman a small smile before moving to wrap her arms around her. “Don’t know what’s got you down, darling, but it’ll be alright. Probably.”

[katiebishop]

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chefsimcne:

Walking into the room, Simone’s feet immediately slowed as her dark eyes skimmed over the giant mess strewn out everywhere. Her gaze fell on the only person in the room, uncertain and slightly curious. How could one freaking person do this? “Okay … So are we talking a bad breakup, a cheating girlfriend, a shitty boss, or it’s just that time of the month? – Unless some pack of dogs snuck in, ‘cause wow. This looks more thrashed than a Prom night.”

Daz rolled over in her bed and furrowed her brows at the woman. It wasn’t that bad. She sat herself up a little bit, peering over the edge of the bed. The more she looked, the more she seemed to understand the pack of dogs analogy. So maybe her unpacking process was something akin to throwing everything she owned up in the air and just letting it land. “... You make a fair point, darling.” Daz said as she shuffled out of bed, disturbing the doberman who’d been asleep next to her. In truth it had probably come down to the fact that she didn’t care to be back in England. That she would have left if she had anywhere to be, but she didn’t so her only option was to stay. London housed a lot of painful memories for her. Even coming back to the same airport she’d escaped from was tough. Of course she was in a totally different position now, but it just felt so easy to fall back into her old way of living. “Didn’t know I’d be having guests.” The taller of the pair joked lightly as she manhandled piles of clothes and sat them on her desk. Not much of an improvement, but it was something.

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rosiehammond:

“No! No, blimey — I’m fine. Just a bad day at work.”

“Do you.. Do you want a hug? Would that do anything for you?” 

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elisexharwood:

Sipping a hot cup of coffee Elise adjusted her position on the sofa she was brail reading a book. Matilda’s head on her lap as she read. Hearing someone enter the room she lifted her head up and looked towards the sound. ❝Hello❞ She said softly lowering the coffee cup from her lips ❝I hope I’m not in the wrong area, I just found a sofa and got comfortable.❞  Elise pushed herself up straighter for a moment and Matilda shifted as well. ❝We can move if needed❞ 

Uncomfortable. Daz had become more jumpy perhaps, more on edge. In truth she came across a lot like how she did when she’d first entered the mansion. A young woman lost in a world that didn’t feel like her own. LA was dazzling and she’d fallen in love with the beach and with the sun and she’d shaved down the rough edged London had given her. And now, as if it was some kind of punishment, she was back in the place that had been so close to breaking her. She glanced up at the woman as she walked from room to room in search of something. Daz seemed to just be looking for something she had no hope in finding, and poor Princess trailed behind her with every twist and turn she took. “No you’re alright just there, love.” The tall Brit said with a wave of her hand, offering the blonde some semblance of a smile, her almost fully grown doberman coming to wait at her side. “Think you can go where you like, that’s what I do anyway.” 

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clair-cameron:

“Okay mum, no I’m fine, really.” Clair repeated for what seemed to be the tenth time. Rolling her eyes, a sudden glance was thrown over her shoulder to the person who entered the room. “No mum, I gotta go okay? I’ll call you back. And mum, I’m fine, really. You don’t have to come. We’ll talk about this later.” Clicking the end button, Clair let out a cavernous breath, her chest collapsing as she leaned back on the gym equipment. “Sorry love, I uh, you know how mums can be? She insists on coming to visit but that would entail her bringing my father, and my five older brothers.” Originally she had six, but one was not fit to travel and truthfully he was the only one she’d enjoy seeing. Since she got back, the mansion was overfilling with beautiful women from all over the place. People made her curious, no doubt about it and she knew past experiences only left her open to the company. The Scottish woman sat there, pen smudges covering her left hand as she scribbled in her journal. “Hope you had a good holiday?” She questioned aloud. 

Daz didn’t really know, but she nodded anyway. She didn’t know either of her parents and a large part of her didn’t want to know them. The Brit had been abandoned very early on in life by a mother who couldn’t handle her, she supposed. And as for her father, well she just had no idea who that man was. “Sounds like there’s a real gang of you.” Daz wondered what having siblings would be like. It was a relationship like no other in her mind. It was like being in the same position as someone with the unconditional love that family usually had. Daz wondered if she’d get along with brothers and sisters, but she wasn’t so sure. She didn’t really get along with the kids in the foster home she was at all those years ago, instead always leaning towards a more independent existence. “Holiday was good, yeah.” Daz said as she smiled fondly, her thoughts moving to the time spent watching ancient Christmas movies with Tyler. “What about you, darling? Have a good time?”

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The sight of it caused pang of pain deep in her chest on New Year’s Eve as she waded through the crowd with a drink in hand in search of her best friend. Her familiar smirk was directed at someone else and Daz didn’t think interrupt, instead she watched as the countdown happened. She watched that woman take what she thought was supposed to be her place. Maybe something had gone awry in her chest, or maybe she’d been punched; either way she felt as if all the air had been knocked clean from her lungs. She wanted to pry them apart. And do what? She wasn’t sure. Daz just thought she and Tyler would start the new year together, a harmless peck, but Tyler seemed to have other plans that left the Brit reeling. She found solace in hiding out in a bar, downing drink after drink. There was very little enjoyment in it, it was merely for the sake of feeling something else. Whether it was nothing or something else didn’t matter, the goal was to feel anything else. But all that seemed to happen was that though she got drunker the disheartening scene just replayed in her head as if she had any kind of right to be upset over it. 

Tyler was special. A brand of special that scared Daz terribly. And so when they reconvened Daz did everything in her power to try and explain her viewpoint. Trying to word just how the fighter made her feel. ‘Safety’ was an important point, how safe Tyler made her feel but she was sure she went off onto a tangent about fire safety at that point. It had been convoluted by the quantity she’d drank but it rounded out to the idea that in her eyes there wasn’t really anyone like Tyler, whatever that meant. Daz was sure the little display of her was what had made it feel a little tense. Of course she’d try and express herself and end up doing it wrong. That’s what she thought as she laid alone in her bed after waking up on New Year’s Day. Her first plan of action was to drop by Tyler’s room, see if she was alive and wanted to grab some breakfast, her version of an olive branch. But then as she went to move she thought about her opening the door and finding Tyler cuddled up against someone else and again the same tight clinch hit her in the middle of her chest. She ignored that entirely and decided on sending her a text to check in before taking Princess down to the kitchen to get food for the both of them. Maybe she’d join and it’d be weird or maybe she wouldn’t and it’d be weird, either way Daz still heaved out a sigh as she got herself dressed and headed downstairs.

( @tvlerprince )

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alicia-scott:

“Cleaning the room after a party is the worst.”

“Right, well you’re not going to want to look in mine. Looks like I live with fourteen fucking people or something, dunno how it gets like that.”

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elenamead:

“Watching the ball drop with my best friend and parents was probably the best way to start a New Year, even with Mariahs terrible performance” After a week and a half of not being in the house – it was strange for Elena to be back, but she enjoyed her little break. “I hope everyone had a good New Years and there weren’t too many hangovers.”

Daz did look a little worse for wear, thought it was a go to look for her. She was all bundled up and in no fit state to talk but she nodded nonetheless as she lit herself a cigarette. “Glad you had a good one, darling.” Daz couldn’t say the same, even if she wanted to. The night was fine, she supposed, but not what she’d wanted it to be. Perhaps she was just wishful or thought wrong about the situation, either way it only managed to add to her hangover. “Got any resolutions an’ that?”

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number11andi:

Andi stared at the cupcake in front of her. She had it delivered by one of those fancy new food delivery apps. It was a chocolate cupcake with buttercream frosting and sprinkles on top. Today she turned 36 and she felt like she was more lost now than ever. 2 years ago, her career was taken from her and she still has no idea what’s next for her. Really, she has no idea who she is anymore. Basketball was her life and now she was lost. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday dear Andi. Happy birthday to me” she sang softly as she lit a single candle before blowing it out. Watching the smoke rise, she sighed. The start of the new year, the start of her next year in life, and she never felt so lost or alone.

Daz didn’t say anything as she watched the woman. She’d been there. It was so rare for her to see something so distinctly past. In her life she just experienced and moved on, there was never anything thinking time for her. All she’d been doing was surviving, there was no chance to watch over what other people were doing. But as she stood and observed she couldn’t help but feel herself step back into well worn shoes. She was sat in her local pub having a pint she couldn’t afford. There was no singing or candles and cake. It was just her taking a moment of solace away from the life she knew she’d have to get back to; that birthday present that wasn’t bested by much. Daz pondered for a moment, what would she had wanted? In that moment of silent celebration what would she have taken if offered? Without much further thought, as per usual, she moved up behind the woman and wrapped her arms around her. A greeting of some kind probably should have entered her mind, but she was still rather knew to future thinking. 

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brandiwu:

Brandi didn’t realize someone else happened to be beside her until she turned around and faced the other woman in front of her. “Oh, shoot. A vlog is a short saying for video blog. You see, I own a YouTube channel and every week, I make new videos for my fans. This one was pretty special since it’s my first one shooting in the IKAG mansion,” she said gleefully. Upon hearing about the producers filming the show, Brandi chuckled and rolled her eyes playfully. “Well of course I knew that! They don’t get to see the footage I make for my channel though. That’s an entirely different story.”

“Video blog. Right.. For your fans? Yeah, yeah of course.” Daz was utterly baffled by the woman. She just took videos of herself and put them out into the world? The Brit had heard a little about it before, but she’d never actually met someone who did it in person. Perhaps she was confused because of her vision of what a job looked like, rather old school in terms of her progressive and fluid nature. “What sort of footage do you make for you channel? Is it like X rated stuff?” Daz asked curiously, her tone far more intrigued than judgmental. 

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tvlerprince:

“You never ask stupid questions, Mate..” She promised her, fingers still brushing through Daz’s hair. Ty’ didn’t exactly know what to expect when the Brit said she had a question.. it could be anything.. anything at all.. no matter how big or small.. there was no teasing and if neither of them knew, they’d both look it up and learn together. It was a simple kind of thing. Yet what came out of her mouth was something that shocked Tyler completely. Everything seemed to pause, soon swirling in slow motion. Daz Roth never used ‘Girlfriend’ or ‘Date’ in any sentence.. let alone ‘like’ – no matter what context.  “D-dates.. yeah.. quite a few.. As for girl.. girlfriends.. yeah..” She muttered. “Some worked.. some didn’t..” She mused. Both of them knew that.. especially from a certain blonde who appeared at the mansion some time ago with only harsh words and a slap for the fighter who’d lost all feelings for the girl.. simply because Ty liked somebody else. “I.. you just.. you could tell them in your own way.. there’s no right way to tell them, mate..” She explained. “Maybe.. in some way that’s.. special to you both? Doing something you like?” She asked, taking a deep breath. “Whether it’s.. at the beach..” She dared to suggestion. “Or speeding through the city at night..” She added. She’d never forget that night.. even if Daz had. “As for.. how you know you like them.. I mean.. She shrugged, fingers still in her hair. “It kind of feels like.. nobody really matters.. Sure you care about others but.. you think about them more than anybody else.. you get these.. butterflies when they’re around.. or when they’re mentioned..” She mumbled, refusing to look at the Brit – her attention on her four little terrapins. “You can really.. be yourself with them? Y’know – and they’d never judge you for it.” She insisted. “They’re kinda like.. home..” She added. “They’re what you come back for.” She mumbled. “Why, mate?” She asked. “You think you found yourself a girl?” She asked. 

Daz appreciated that Tyler didn’t think she asked stupid questions. She knew a lot of people thought otherwise and always felt the need to voice that. Her education just didn’t stand up to other people’s and even her knowledge of pop culture was lacking too. Of course the show had helped her along, showing her a plethora of things she should have already known. Daz listened intently to what the fighter had to say. The answer didn’t come with Tyler’s usual confidence but Daz just figured that was down to her asking such an odd question. It was rather out of the blue and in truth she didn’t really know what she’d possibly get as an answer. But it wasn’t out of the blue for Daz, no matter how much she wished it was. She didn’t have anyone else to ask about such a sensitive topic, even when the question was more about the well of wisdom trying to offer her an answer. There was a kiss they’d shared. And it was like no other kiss Daz had ever experienced. Upon first remembering it she thought it was some kind of fantastical dream, but the more she thought about it the more all the pieces seemed to fit; but she didn’t care to voice any of that to Tyler. Home. That was something that stuck with Daz because she understood the idea. Home was not a place to her, but instead it meant to be comfortable. Tyler made her comfortable, more comfortable than she was even by herself. “Me? No, wouldn’t have a chance, monk.” Daz said as she finally turned to look up at Tyler, eyes running over familiar and entirely unattainable features. “I don’t know, I guess I was just thinking that if it did happen, I’d want to know what to do.”