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Elliot Marinoff + Peyton Adderley two ladies for londonisopen rpg

[londonsladies]

londonxxcalling·:

location: Piccadilly Circus time: around 2 pm tagging: @leadinglxdies (Elliott)

Daphne had been living in London for more than half a year now, but she had yet to pay a visit to Piccadilly Circus. Which was something she was hoping to rectify today. The square was busy this time of day, of course. As she stopped in front of the Statue of Eros to take a selfie of herself by the landmark, someone brushed past her, nearly knocking her phone out of her hand. “Sorry” she said quickly. “I suppose I should be more careful in a place this crowded.”

easily bored. definitely a phrase that applied to elliot. but at least she was just as easily entertained, she supposed. today she was letting her brain go numb in the bustling square, where tourists flocked. elliot had been browsing stores, wandering in and out, fingers brushing items she had no intention of buying. emerging onto the street, she found herself once again caught up in the crowd, weaving her way through the people until she found herself at the fountain -- not that it was any less busy. someone swooped past elliot, knocking her into a blonde woman trying to take a selfie. a hand came out to steady the other woman, glad she managed to catch her phone before it fell. “asshole.” elliot muttered under her breath, the person who’d bumped her not even looking back. she shook her head, realizing her hand was still holding the blonde’s arm, releasing it. “not your fault. ---- did you at least get your picture?” 

[londonsladies]

londonxxcalling​:

“Just good?” Rhiannon asked, uncertainty in her voice. “I mean, good is good. But I was going for something a bit more dramatic.” It was then she noticed the dog the other woman had with her. “Oh, he’s so cute!” she said, her voice full of excitement now. “Do you mind if I pet him?” she asked. The dog certainly looked friendly, but Rhiannon didn’t want to overstep any boundaries by petting him without asking first.

a light blush touched peyton’s cheeks when the other woman commented that she’d been looking for a little bit more enthusiasm in her answer.  “i’m sorry,” she shook her head, a bit embarrassed. “i’m probably not the right person to ask, in all honesty. i don’t know much about what’s trendy.” when the attention was drawn to the dog, peyton relaxed a little, back in her comfort zone. “of course, go ahead.” she nodded, the smile returning to her lips. 

[londonsladies]

wickedvixcns​:

Some people were content to let a pet stay with an ex, but not Davina and Peyton. She’d take seeing her ex-wife if it meant she could also see Kevin. She loved the scruffy cat just a little too much to let him slip through her fingers. 

Davina heard him before she saw the carrier and she couldn’t contain her laugh. “Hey,” she greeted Peyton as she took her seat in the chair across from her. “Hi, Kev. I got your blanket all stretched out.”

it was probably stupid, how much they both cared about the cat. but while their love for each other had faded, their love for kevin certainly hadn’t. their divorce would have been quick and easy if it weren’t for the feline, a careful custody plan laid out that they’d both agreed to. though...it was doubtful that either of them thought that it would have lasted quite this long. though kevin was nothing if not stubborn, and he’d probably live another ten years if he got his way. maybe when he got older, when these back and forth trips weren’t so easy on him, peyton would give up having him at her place, if only for his comfort -- though she’s still like to see him, if davina let the redhead into her house. 

“he’s being extra vocal today.” peyton shook her head at the cat’s antics, as if he wasn’t used to this after all these years. but no, that was just kevin being kevin. a small smile at the other woman, head titling. “how are you?” 

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[londonsladies]

colorofmyaura·:

the presence of a dog made it far easier to take the woman up on her offer, dogs being one of the few things that could drag parker out of her shell to some degree. “i don’t mind at all. is it okay if i get down and pet them?” she asked, sheepishly, eyes filled with a pleading expression. parker had wanted a dog of her own for awhile, but since she still lived with a flatmate (mostly because she was too scared to tell them she wanted to move out) she hadn’t done so yet. moving over towards the table, she set her coffee down, hovering near the dog with a bright smile as she looked down at the furry creature. “what’s his name?”

peyton nodded when the brunette asked if she could pet him, red curls bouncing with the action. “yeah, sure.” the girl looked utterly adorable with those pleading eyes, and as if peyton could say no to her. did it matter that the dog was supposed to be learning to ignore people? not in this moment, it didn’t. “his name is rory.” she replied, slackening the leash a little to let him know it was okay to greet the young woman. “he’s in training for being too friendly.” a smile tugged at her lips at the irony. most people would say there was no such thing in a dog, but in her line of work, there certainly was. “and my name is peyton, in case you were interested.” the words wore spoken with a slightly teasing tone, head tilting. 

[londonsladies]

colorofmyaura·:

as a concession for the abrupt tug up from the floor, kris let herself angle her body in between elliot and the man she was hiding from. leaning back against the pool table, she let her rather tall frame block elliot from view as best as she could. a smirk curled across her lips when elliot mentioned that this was the guy, the infamous weirdo that she’d gotten to hear all about over text. “no shit, that’s the guy?” letting her head swivel back softly, she eyed the man up before letting her attention shift back towards elliot. “should i go get him for you? i can call him over if you’re looking for a round two.” there was a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, the sly smirk only growing across her features as she spoke. there was a real possibility that she would do it, just for the pure entertainment value of it all, and she was sure that elliot knew she would.

elliot nodded when kris asked if it was really him. as if elliot could forget that annoying as fuck face. she’d spent half the night trying desperately to get away from it. grey eyes followed the blonde’s gaze over her shoulder to where he was at the bar, a shudder running down elliot’s spine. her hand came up though, a punch delivered square against kris’ arm when the other offered to go and get the guy. because it wasn’t a empty threat. “don’t you fucking dare.” she hissed, eyes narrowing at her friend. or enemy. she wasn’t sure at this moment. because if kris called that wanker over here and elliot had to put up with him for another minute, she’d unfriend the other woman for life. or perhaps even murder her. she wasn’t sure yet. 

[londonsladies]

rhys-davies·:

Rhys figured that anything caffeinated meant coffee. 

He knew Tea had some Caffeine, but it was so little… at least with green teas, at least with the green teas that Rhys drank. He thought drinking his green tea didn’t mean he was consuming caffeine.

Currently he was having a conversation with his own brain about that. 

He concluded the argument with: haven’t we talked about this before?

Then extended another smile to the stranger, looking at the cafe where her glance had been directed to. “They have coffee,” he said. 

Wow, really Rhys? DO THEY?! YA THINK?!

“It’s a pretty chill cafe, the lady who owns it works in a pet shop during the day,” Rhys explained. 

He had been in there to get tea with Rose a few times. Didn’t like it as much as Pret, but Rose had told him change was a good thing. 

Rhys wasn’t sure if change was a good thing. 

Not always at least. 

“----interesting.” she tried not to deadpan. because really, someone else working two jobs only made her look even more..... incompetent? lazy? all of the above, really. besides, elliot wasn’t really an animal person. she couldn’t even take care of herself, let alone a pet. but she told herself it was because she moved around too much. and she was sticking with that excuse. 

a brow rose at him. “yeah, except they’re partial to kicking people out.” or had he already forgotten he’d been ushered out of the cafe and was now eating on the street? 

[londonsladies]

micah-blackwell‌:

“Oh yeah, definitely a rhetorical question,” Micah said, one eyebrow still cocked as he watched her do her thing, thinking that she wasn’t totally obvious. He shook his head at her sarcasm and didn’t for a moment drop his gaze to the floor. “That’s sort of sad. Not the penny, that’s obviously a bad lie to get me off the scent. But that you feel like you need to hide from people.” 

“yeah well, you’d be down here too if that creepy dude had hit on you.” she hissed back, displeasure clear on her face. did she want to be hiding behind the pool table? of course not. that’s not exactly why she’d come to the bar. but she didn’t want her night ruined either by someone who couldn’t take a fucking hint. or three. 

[londonsladies]

colorofmyaura‌:

when parker had gone out to grab her coffee for the morning, she hadn’t planned on being late to the punch and not having a spot to sit. usually she was up bright and early, allowing her to get in and get out before the crowds started to arrive, but a late night had led to a late start and now she could feel herself started to twitch with nerves as she didn’t see any free spaces. as a creature of habit, not being able to sit for her morning coffee would certainly have messed with the entire rest of her day. she was just about to give up when someone spoke up and offered a space at their table, her head swiveling towards the woman nervously. parker didn’t often put herself in a situation where she had to talk to strangers, but the kindness exuding from the woman put her at ease enough to take her up on the offer. “you ah…you’re sure you don’t mind?” she asked as she walked over towards the table, hesitating and hovering next to it just to make sure she wasn’t intruding.

peyton liked to think she was pretty receptive to people’s feelings. and it wasn’t hard to notice the woman’s nervousness as she glanced around. which is why peyton had flashed her her best innocent, warm smile while offering the share the table. a shake of her head when the brunette asked if she minded sharing. “not at all.” she assured her, though she gestured to the dog tucked away at her feet. “as long as you don’t mind a sneaky lick.” the redhead mused, lopsided grin on her features. the dog was supposed to be learning to be around people without needing to engage with them, but it was a process. he was too friendly for his own good, which was both a plus and a minus. he was destined to be working at the airport, sniffing out drugs and other contraband, so being confident around every type of person was important. but saying hi to everyone who passed was a distraction from the task, so they were working on ignoring people. 

[londonsladies]

impersonalgods·:

Torey had been enjoying a nice game of darts, more or less minding his own. About to throw his next dart, the brunette at the pool table suddenly dropped down and out of sight. “Listen, I know my aim has been a wee bit off, but it’s not like I’ve nearly hit you at any point in the night. No need for the dramatics,” Torey laughed, lowering the dart as he turned his attention down to where she had crouched. “Any particularly reason we’re hiding?” he questioned as he casually crouched down beside her. There was a story here, and he was definitely curious as to what drew such a drastic reaction.

elliot had been watching the guy playing darts, chiming in with someone unhelpful encouragement and teasing every so often while she enjoyed her drink. but she hadn’t expected him to come and join her hiding behind the pool table, brow raising as he crouched, asking who they were hiding from. “we?” she questioned, somewhat amused that he’d actually come to join her. she didn’t even know his name. grey eyes peered over the top of the pool table, cringing when she laid eyes on the guy she was avoiding. a gesture to him, before she ducked back down. “that creeper was hitting on me something terrible last time i was here.” and for elliot to think it was too much, it had to be intense. but at least she could respect when someone gave off signals that they weren’t interested. he hadn’t been receptive to such hints. 

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[londonsladies]

rhys-davies·:

OKay sure. That made sense. 

Not everyone liked to touch their lips to a bottle that was already being touched. 

He knew he didn’t have like a glass in his bag, so he couldn’t really offer anything else. Though he did want to, but he kept his body from moving around to check his bag. 

He already knew he didn’t have a cup.

Really not the time to be checking for something he didn’t actually have.

“Fair,” Rhys said with a smile, copying what he had heard the kids say, and took another sip from his juice, shaking off the lingering anxiety. 

Always did that. 

“Jup,” he answered with yet another smile. 

“But like.. not in a bad way. We sort of a have a good agreement on it.” 

“It’s usually my own fault, I’m really bad with time… like, my phone has several alarms throughout the day to let me know that I need to lunch or go home or cook and all that. Because else I just… get sidetracked like crazy.” 

“And it helps as well since I always lose my phone.” 

“What were you going to get?” 

how sharing a drink with a stranger on the street was different to sticking her tongue down the throat of a stranger in the back of a bar was different, elliot didn’t know. but it was. the first one definitely felt weird. so that was a hard pass on the juice offer. 

a brow raised when he said he had several alarms set on his phone. yeah, that wasn’t something elliot did. it’s not like she had a job or anything, or really any place to be. she’d only been in london a few weeks, since her sister had asked her to come back and talk about what to do with their parent’s company. so she didn’t have to be up at any certain time. which suited her just fine. 

“oh...” a glace at the cafe, shrug falling from her shoulders. “anything caffeinated.” 

[londonsladies]

 colorofmyaura·:

kris was completely distracted lining up her next shot, her competitive nature narrowing her focus as she leaned in at the pool table, taking her time. she finally let her shot off and sank the next ball into the pocket, smirk pulling across her lips and looked up to gloat to elliot, only to realize the other woman was nowhere to be found. neck craning a bit, kris let a confused brow lift when she saw elliot crouched on the other side of the table. walking around to the other side, she grabbed the back of the woman’s shirt to half pull her back up. “what the fuck, marinoff. you’re supposed to be witnessing my absolute decimation of this game right now,” she said with another soft tug at the woman’s shirt. “you can’t hide from your shame.”

the boots that appeared in her vision most certainly belonged to kris, but the hand on her shirt and the strength behind it caught elliot by surprise. sometimes she forgot just how freakishly strong the blonde woman was. a sound escaped her as she was hauled to her feet, elliot’s hand flying up to shield her face from the guy at the bar. “jeez, wonder woman,” she hissed, eyes narrowing at kris, halfway putting the blonde woman between her and the guy. “yeah, yeah, you’re annihilating me at pool, i get it. but,” a pointing gesture to the bar, elliot still making sure that he couldn’t lay eyes on her. “that guy. that’s the guy. the one i texted you about.” yes, when she’d finally rid herself of him last time, her first instinct had been to tell kris all about it. 

[londonsladies]

micah-blackwell·:

The bar was not very crowded, Micah didn’t drink all that often, certainly not when he was on the job, but his informant had just left and from what he had gathered, all there was left to do for him was write the beginning of the story and return here in 24 hours to pick up the ending of it. He heard the sound of someone cursing, and turned his head towards the pool table. Curious as he was, he walked to it and looked around the corner of it. “You hiding from someone?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. 

really, elliot hadn’t thought this plan through. not at all. what was she going to do, hide for the rest of the night? maybe...if she had to. or at least until he left. she was that set on avoiding him. grey eyes came up when she heard a voice, praying it wasn’t the guy she was hiding from. but no, it was someone else, who was peering down at her with a raised brow. “shhhhh.” she hissed, risking a glance over the top of the pool table, to see if the guy had noticed. all clear, however - he was distracted at the bar. “obviously.” she replied, brows furrowing at the guy standing over her. “-----no, i just lost a penny down here and i really love that penny so i thought i’d better find it.” sarcasm? definitely. 

[londonsladies]

@colorofmyaura​

it was warm, and sunny. and peyton was taking full advantage of that, getting one of the dogs she was working with out of the facility for some real world experience. a liver and white springer spaniel by the name of broc. he was currently sitting under her table outside the cafe peyton had chosen, watching people pass by, tail occasionally wagging. the redhead felt that wag again, glancing up to see a young woman with her coffee in her hands, bag on her shoulder, eyes glancing around for a place to sit. but it was such a nice day, most of the tables were already taken. “hey,” peyton spoke up, smile on her lips. “we’ve got space here if you need to sit.” she offered. 

[londonsladies]

rhys-davies‌:

Rhys nodded, taking a sip himself. 

It didn’t bother him that this great drink was passed off so quickly. 

Who was he kidding? Of course it bothered him. 

He was just taking a sip to sniffle back the disappointment. 

“You don’t like juice?” 

And now he felt like an idiot. What was he going to say if she said she didn’t like juice? Wasn’t like he could hold that against anyone. 

What if he had just made the situation super awkward by taking it personal? What if he was showing up like a creepy idiot. 

“----not when it belongs to someone else.” she replied. though...no, juice wasn’t something that elliot regularly put into her system. she probably should have. something with some proper nutrients. but nope. 

a gesture over her shoulder to the cafe he was standing in front of, sandwich still in his other hand. “they kick you out?” seemed kinda dramatic. but she supposed it was early evening, and when they wanted to close, they wanted to close. 

[londonsladies]

@wickedvixcns​

peyton was sitting outside the cafe at one of the tables, the cat carrier tucked carefully by her feet. she’d ducked inside just long enough to order her coffee, kevin voicing his annoyance at being confined to the carrier. usually, he was only grumpy for the first minute or two and then settled down. but today he was in a mood, making the noise of some dying creature, and the people in the cafe had stared at her as if she was torturing him. after almost ten years of this back and forth, one would think he’d be used to it. but kevin was nothing if not opinionated. peyton rose to her feet when davina approached, offering a smile. “hey.”