Lori Revuse

"To some, Lori Elizabeth Revuse is a remarkable actor. To most, she belongs locked up in a high security psychiatric wing of a prison hospital. To Lori, however, both accusations are entirely appropriate and 100% valid." Lori | 21 | Psych Student | Stripper | Fc: Kaya Scodelario Lori is a multiple story-line character.

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Paid Date, Mixed Emotions | Flashback | Lori & James

[its--jamesd-deactivated20160707]

He wanted to keep his eyes off of her, to fight his imagination that kept coming up with new efficient ways to undress her and picturing how she would look over his bed, how her fair skin would highlight his black sheets, how the movement of her hips would be in other more enjoyable activities. It was wrong and James knew it but still he couldn’t help himself. A woman with presence that could ignite a room was his weakness. He almost cursed Robin for remembering exactly what he wanted in a woman and himself for liking it so much. With more effort than he expected, James removed his sight off the girl that paraded herself across the room as she owned it. His concentration was on his drink, instead but the innocent distraction didn’t last very much as the brunette asked him a question.

"James. The one and only" He said with a rather sarcastic grin, secretly wishing she were talking of another man. "And who you might be? If we’re gonna do this, I would like to, at least, know your name. Or is that too much to ask for?" He figured it’d be better that way. He couldn’t show up alone without making a fuss and she had to assist to a wedding. It was a win-win situation for everyone involved. Still, James was sure he wouldn’t get to anything physical with the young escort. After all, her job was merely to be next to him at the event; anything else was simply unthinkable.

"You’re right. We sadly do have a wedding to attend to" With slow, decisive steps, James strolled his way towards the woman and didn’t stop until he was only a few inches from her. His hand found the spot on the small of her back and pulled her closer to him, so he could open one of the drawers from the dresser behind of her. He pulled out a white shirt and a black tie before stepping back from the girl. With ease, James slipped into his button-cuff shirt, buttoned it up before he tucked the edges of the fabric into his trousers. "If anyone asks you anything, here’s all you need to know: You are a friend of mine, this was a last-minute date and well, I think you’re smart enough to handle the rest" For a second, he thought of warning her that some relatives would ask her if she was James’ famous roommate/girlfriend but she didn’t need to know about his personal life.

Grabbing the tie between his fingers, he placed it beneath the collar of his shirt before eyeing the woman. “Could you be a darling and help me with my tie?” It might’ve looked as if he was too buzzed to tie it himself but actually, all he wanted was to keep her close. There was something very dangerous about this one girl that assured him he was most likely to regret the evening. “How old are you? Aren’t you a bit young for this kind of job?” Of course, age rarely stopped him from getting what he wanted out of women but there were times when it made a difference when James preferred to search for reasons to stay away from someone. This was one of those occasions.

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Mission accomplished, Lori thought, her body still delicately draped on the dresser's edge. She kept his gaze with no shame, imagining how his hands would feel on her waist, guiding her hips against his. Or how sleek his body felt in the hot water of steaming shower. Her normal relationships were always with young boys who lacked the roughened edges of a man, but spoke with the arrogance of a multimillionaire. A night with someone more deserving was all she wanted. Was that too much to ask? "No, not at all" Lori said, adjusting the v-neck cut of her halter. "Lori Revuse, probably not the only, but definitely the only one of this nature." She raised her eyes to his, flashing him a deliberate smirk. The low-cut fabric of her dress now appropriately fixed on her chest, Lori looked up to find James only a few, humble inches from her face. 

Having him right there would have been perfect. Simply attacking his lips in a succulent kiss, or gently taking his hands and resting them on her hips would have done it, she was sure. She raised her brow. His hand touched her waist, moving to the small of her back as he pulled her to him. Lori swooned, the pressure of his firm abdomen against hers combining with the lingering smell of alcohol on his breath simply driving her crazy. And like that he moved away, slipping on a white button-cuff he took from the drawer behind her. "Of course," she said, her throat tight from the effect that James had on her. "Last-minute date works fine for me." It didn't matter who he said she was, she was still getting paid at the end of the day. And possibly a little more. 

Lori pushed herself off the dresser, happy for the invitation to be close again. She approached James with a similar stroll from before and stopped once she was close enough to be looking up at him. Keeping her eyes on his, she took the ends of his tie in her hands, tying them easily into a full Windsor knot. She moved a few inches away and circled around him, making sure there weren't any flaws. She dragged a hand across his back and onto his shoulder, smoothly down the soft material. "There. You look stunning." She said as she reach his front side again. The tension in the room was heavy yet she could breathe so easily. 

"No. Twenty one is definitely not too young of an age to take people on dates. Twenty one even seems conservative when you consider children in their pre-teens begin dating. Even sleeping with each other." She was certain James wasn't the type of man to shy away from a women too young. He would, possibly, if she was under eighteen. But Lori was far from that, mentally and physically "Darling, I'm craving for noise and lot's of alcohol. I'll behave myself, I promise, but finish getting dressed." She turned away from him and made herself comfortable on his bed. 

[lori-revuse]

Hey guys!  To Do:  - reply to Michael - reply to James - reply to Sydney Waiting On:  - reply from Caradoc - reply from Benton

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[lori-revuse]

Paid Date, Mixed Emotions | Flashback | Lori & James

[its--jamesd-deactivated20160707]

He made a promise so long ago that he wouldn’t return to London unless it was utterly necessary. Coming back for his mother’s wedding, however, was not what he had in mind when he made that promise.

To say the least, he was losing it. Grace herself asked him to come home a couple of days before the ceremony to help her organize the event. She wanted it to be perfect and more than anything, she wanted her son to enjoy himself, despite how troubling he found his brief stay in England. As long as he didn’t have to hear long speeches about his father and how missed he was, James figured out he’d be fine. On the meantime, he found ways to kill his time: Helping his mother, meeting the new members of his family and, one of the most efficient, catching up with old friends, people that kept asking if he was seeing any American girl, if he had brought a date along with him and whatnot. Robin, an old high school buddy, in particular seemed rather interested in said subject. He kept insisting he couldn’t just show up without a date but James chose to ignore all questions with a simple ´it’s complicated´ as an answer. It was the truth, after all. There was nothing simple in what James and Lua currently had between them.

Days and many frustrating occasions later, it had come the time to celebrate Grace’s wedding and there was James, laying on his bed with a glass of the hardest liquor he could find as an attempt to ignore the event for as long as he could. He craved coming back to San Francisco, coming back to Lua. It was around 8 pm. And he still wasn’t ready to leave his hotel room. His usually tamed curls were a wild mess, his shirt nowhere to be found, along with his suit jacket and his phone had been ringing several times for the past two hours. If it weren’t for the knock on his door, James would’ve sworn he was already late for the ceremony. The digital clock on his nightstand said otherwise.

James stood up, glass still on his rigid hands, and strode his way to the door, thinking it probably was one of his step-siblings to remind him with their presence that he needed to get ready. What he found behind the door, however, was not something he expected.

He tilted his head, a lazy smirk dancing across his liquor-tainted lips. “Well, hello” The woman’s words came so quickly he almost missed them in his slightly buzzed mind. Did she just say escort? It only took him a second to puzzle it out. “Escort?” This was all Robin’s idea. He wished he could be surprised; amused even but Robin was the last person that asked him what he looked for in a woman. Physically, it was all there. His cerulean eyes swept over the girl, taking his time to absorb and process what he had before him. Despite her young features, she had all the charms of a woman from the curve in the edge of her mouth to the wicked gleam in her green eyes. The dress she was wearing wrapped her body perfectly, almost enough to tempt him to tear it off of her. Almost.

His eyes met hers for a split of a second before he turned his back on her, leaving the door open so she could enter his room or not. As he walked towards a small table near the balcony, he poured himself another glass of that waiting bottle of rum. “Let me guess, a bloke named Robin hired you? He said he had a surprise for me, after all” He turned around, a sardonic smile fashioning itself to his features in the process. 

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Greeted with the intoxicating scent of alcohol, Lori perked up immediately. It radiated from the room, signaling she had a regular drinker on her hands.  "Yes... escort." she answered, still focused on the rum. She glanced up slowly, a soft smirk playing at her lips as her eyes rested on the man. He stood, shirtless, a good three inches above her despite the length of her heels. His broadened shoulders were exaggerated by a thinner waist, complimented by a muscular physique - one of Lori's favorite things. His crystalline azure eyes rivaled her own and captivated her even further. She stood there, aware that the man was feasting his eyes on her just as she was to him. The night would go perfectly, Lori decided. An attractive man on her arm, who most likely found her as alluring as she found him, plenty of booze at the wedding they'd be attending, and possibly no limits on Lori's end.   

She entered the room, partly following the man and partly following the liquor's aroma. She watched as he poured himself a glass, wondering if it were rude to ask rather than be offered. The service's policies called for being polite and classy, unless the escortee signaled otherwise. She sat herself on a seat near the balcony and crossed her legs at the knee. "Oh, I can't tell you that." She smiled. "But if I was meant as a surprise, then he sure has good taste." In most occasions, first time applicants in the escorting service had the opportunity to meet and pick the escort they wanted. She could faintly remember a Robin among the dozens of potential escortees she met during the month. Was he the one who was very explicit in his question?  She raised her brow, recognizing the type of smile teasing at the man's lips, and leaned forward. "It's James, right? James Davenport?"

She rose from the seat, slowly strolling around the room. It was a walk she had perfected for years, the kind she used when wanted the attention of a lucky man. One leg behind the other, the delicate sway of her hips, the coy over-the-shoulder glance at the lucky man in question. She rested on a dresser, letting her side lean against it as she ran a hand through her hair. It was illegal for her to be interested in him. It was a job, strictly meant to be emotionless. Even sleeping with escortees was heavily frowned upon, but it happened so often and it was so complicated to prove, the service let it slide. On the dark days that an escort returned pregnant, infected with an STD, or lord forbid, with a charge of rape, escorts were fired. Sure the risks were bad, but the payment made it all worth it. And none of those offenses ever happened to Lori - she was very cautious with her etiquette on these dates, until now. 

"I believe we have a wedding to attend to... Want to finish getting dressed?"  She suggested, despite wanting the complete opposite. How much older was he? Age hadn't been a problem when she was growing up but he could married or in some sort of relationship. Surely, it hadn't been a very stable one - considering the heavy smell of alcohol and state of his hotel room. Still, Lori found him sexy. Surely another woman would think the same thing.

[sydneyclarkson]

Tiny Dance Film Festival || Lori & Sydney

[sydneyclarkson]

Sydney crossed her legs as she looked at the girl. She was stumbling over to the chair, causing Sydney to raise an eyebrow. Was this girl alone? She looked young. “People made all these dance videos, and they’re projecting them on that screen across the room,” she gestured towards it, “But nobody’s really watching it. It’s just an excuse to get drunk.” After she explained, she took another sip of her wine. “I’m Sydney. What’s your name, kid?” She felt like she needed to keep an eye on the brunette, make sure nobody took advantage of her. She sighed, and looked around, watching people make connections, recognizing when those connections were for work, and when they were for drugs or other recreational activities. 

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"Excuse to get drunk?" She giggled. "Yeah, that sounds like my friends." She looked around at the crowd. The group had already dissolved into the mass, drinking what looked to be more shots. Lori couldn't tell. Her vision was distorted just as words were. She rubbed her face again, trying to wake up a little bit. "Hi Sydney. I'm Lori, and just a liiiittle bit tipsy." She hated being drunk with strangers in public. When sober, her moods shifted like the winds. That fact was only exaggerated with the more alcohol she consumed. If she was home, this would be a blast. She knew by the end of night, one her friends would get into a fight, another arrested, and she herself would end up either in a strangers house or a park bench. "Y-you okay?" She said, propping her head up with her arm. "You seem a teeny bit down."

[lori-revuse]

Rain | Lori & Michael

[owlcreek-rp]

"Yeah, maybe I’ll turn out to be really great at sign language. That’d be convenient." He laughed out loud and then rolled his eyes at himself. "Sorry that was stupid. I’m kind of a dork." He knew this about himself. He never really got the hang of holding himself back and being cool. His mother said he was either the silliest or most genuine people she knew, she just wasn’t sure which. 

"Oh, Mom’s heart is just fine I think. She’s just, ummm, romantically inclined. She likes the idea of having a burden, but appreciates that she’s pretty much sitting in the catbird seat. She’s one of a kind, you know?" It was absolutely true. He smiled at the girl and thought there was a certain way she carried herself that was, well, he wasn’t sure exactly. It reminded him a bit of his mother. It was like she knew something he didn’t. He quirked a smile. He liked that quality in his mother and so probably would like it in Lori. He knew with his mother that it meant you never knew what exciting thing was waiting around the corner. 

"Cool. I’m glad. Seems like a waste not to share, right? I gotta pay for it any way. Maybe the next time we can grab something. I never know how busy my day is gonna be, but hopefully I can take some extra time." He sat quietly then listening to the rain hitting the umbrella over his head. He unconsciously tilted his head so the better of his ears was closer to the sound. He wasn’t even aware that he’d been doing this lately. Sort of like his brain was cataloging sounds and committing them to memory to be pulled out later. Finally he pulled himself out of his reverie, mostly unaware of his zone out. "I love cupcakes. Do they have good cupcakes?" 

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Lori laughed, covering her mouth as she giggled. "No, it wasn't, you're not a dork. You're pretty cool in my book." Michael brought out a weird side of Lori, the genuinely nice side, and she wasn't sure how she felt. Sure she felt great out here, enjoying his company and listening to the pattering of the rain - but she was confused about what it meant for her. Was her relapsing coming to an end? 

"Oh, I get it. I've been there. Personally, I found that clinging onto a 'maybe' or a 'perhaps' can help me in some way despite it looking negative to strangers. It might seem unhealthy to others but we need something to keep us going. And sometimes it works. after holding on, something good happens and whatever that bothered me is gone. You're mom could be doing that, but I'm not a psychologist yet so don't take my word for it." She smiled, despite her view hitting very close to home.  

"That will be great!" Lori rubbed her hands, a copping method for when she her emotions ran wild. As Michael zoned out,she looked out into the street. Only a few cars came by, as most people prefer to stay put when it rains this heavy. She remembered Florida, sneaking out before thunderstorms to meet her friends in the park. And when the rain came down they celebrated, running around in the wet fields, disregarding their parents' warnings of ammonia. "Yeah, they have cupcakes. Very moist, light and fluffy. The frosting's good too - my favorite's the raspberry buttercream on top of an espresso cupcake." She said quietly, in and out of nostalgia. "Caffeine addict," She said slowly, pointing to herself. "Sorry for my scatterbrain, the rain reminds me of my childhood." 

[lori-revuse]

Strike | Lori & Benton

[alteredman]

He smiled once she said she was cool with him being trans. It gave him a sense of relief and helped him relax and revert back to his usual self. He shook his head once she said she killed the mood; in fact, she made him want her more. Her being OK with the idea of being involved with a trans man (romantically or sexually) made him feel much more comfortable. Now, he didn’t have to tell a fib or hide anything. Everything was pretty much out in the open, right?

He kissed her back with a very intense and passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. His fingers trailed up her side, going up to her shoulders before stopping at her neck, stroking the skin there softly. He could feel his desire for her elevating; a feeling that he didn’t think would occur so soon. He deepened the kiss, parting his lips, letting his tongue make its way into her mouth, searching for her own. His hands pushed her body adjacent to his, an innuendo to let her know that he wanted her, right then and there. 

His hips moved against her hips seductively as his hands moved up, only to grab fistfuls of hair before he eventually pulled away, catching his breath. He grinned devilishly before arching his a brow, “Before we take this any further, is there anything you want to tell me? I don’t want there to be any surprises, like say, if you’ve got a boyfriend…or if you just want me to your side guy?”

He was certain she was hiding something, the way she moved away from him when he disclosed his gender dysphoria and how her phone kept vibrating in the truck earlier. He didn’t mind that she had a boyfriend…she was gorgeous and who wouldn’t want her? However, hooking up with taken girls weren’t his forte. But, for Lori, maybe he’d have to compromise.

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Lori studied Benton as he mulled over what she said. The smile on his face told her everything was going her way. She let herself relax, feeling his fingers grazing up her up body as she kissed him, their tongues meeting each other halfway. Pleasure darted through her body as his hips grinded against her. She frowned as he pulled away, every inch of her skin skin he touched burned in his absence. "Yeah, there is something I wanna tell you." She turned her head slightly, looking in his eyes, her lips pursed. Slowly she moved towards his ear, her stare never faltering. "I wanna get out of here."  she whispered, her voice low, dripping with desire.

Lori rose to her feet, using Benton's shoulder to help her up. She stared down at him, biting her bottom lip, before walking backwards towards the ladies' room. She smirked as she turned a corner and away from him. The moment the door closed she pulled out her phone and called Caradoc. The dial tone rang for two shorts seconds before Lori heard his voice. "Hey babe, sorry I didn't pick up your calls, I was busy. You know how the girls are." She listened to him accept her apology and tell her what was going on. "Really? Shit, that's awesome. We'll do it this weekend. Anyway, I'm staying out with the girls tonight, okay? Might crash at Rose's place. Try not to miss me?" She giggled, telling Caradoc she loved him and that she'd see him tomorrow. He hung up, and Lori turned to the mirror. 

Her loose white tee was disheveled revealing a large portion of bra. She adjusted it, fixed her hair, and applied another coating of her favorite red lipstick. Go get em slut, the voice in her head whispered. She blotted her lips, looking at the mark they left on the paper and left the bathroom. When she found Benton she retook her place on his hand and kissed him again. "So, if we're getting out of here, I need to stop by my place to check something." She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him slowly, almost to keep him from objecting.  

[lori-revuse]

i didn't die. Sorry about that - life demanded my attention

To do:

- Reply to Benton  - Reply to Michael - Reply to Sydney - Reply to James (So sorry I didn't realize you replied) 

Waiting On:

- reply from Caradoc

- reply from James (are we still doing that para?) 

if I forgot anything, or we decided to drop a para, please tell me! I'm human stuff, I'm forgetful, and happens. Great to be back ;)

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[lori-revuse]

Rain | Lori & Michael

[owlcreek-rp]

"I guess everyone is smart at something right? I haven’t quite figured out my thing yet, but I’m sure it’s out there." he ran a hand through his hair to keep rain water from dripping down his face. He really did figure there was something out there that he was simply genius at. He also kind of fugured that it was bit late to find that thing. Not that it bothered him overly. He had a very good life; a good job, a nice apartment, friends, and his mother. asking for more might just be greedy. 

"My mom loves to go over to the campus and walk around. I’m not really sure why, but I go and walk with her sometimes. I think maybe she wishes she’d done college, but I’m not sure. She’s a difficult person to read, you know? I’m pretty sure that it’s like one of the hardest universities to get into, so you’re probably not ver normal. But that’s good. I bet a normal person wouldn’t have come out here to talk with the strange guy making weird hand motions, so I’m lucky." He smiled at Lori and wondered if he’d overstepped a little. 

"I really don’t mind. I can even get dropped off first in case you’re worried about the weirdo knowing where you live or work or whatever. It’s definitely good to be safe. I’m headed to just south of Market so if you wanna jump in and share that’s totally cool with me, if not I understand." He looked around for a bit, feeling a bit shy unaccountably. It wasn’t like he was hitting on her, seeing as she was….well, a she. "So is that place any good. I don’t drink coffee, but if they make tea the right way, I should probably check it out."

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"I hope you find that something! You're totally right - everyone is good at something." Michael was incredibly sweet. Lori wondered if she had met more people like him in the past, but had been too power crazy to notice. Still, she didn't feel much guilt. The adolescent Lori was a different person - a person searching for the perfect place for herself. The new Lori was very similar to her, just a little wiser, a little closer to Earth but still a million galaxies away from its atmosphere. It would take a lot more than the feeble gravity of a boulder to give her senses. 

"You should ask her. Maybe taking a class or two would ease her heart? Hmm, I've never thought of my abnormality as a good thing. Not bad either. I guess I just think of me as, okay. But thank you, that's a very sweet thing to say to a stranger. " She smiled, raising her brow at his compliment. "Well, I'm lucky too. Believe me, it's not everyday I have a decent conversation with someone. I manage to screw it up somehow."

Lori debated whether or not she wanted to ride with Michael. Surely he seemed like the kind of person that wouldn't judge her. And again, why did she care? She had never let another's opinion affect her in the pass. "Sure. My job is about 15 minutes away from there. " She said, hastily making her decision. "Yeah, it's great! I mainly go for the breakfast pastries. I'm a sucker for sweets. I've never tried their tea, but I'd totally be willing to sit down with you for a cup. If it's not good, I'll even cover the price - they know me pretty well in there." She didn't realize how forward she was sounding. She was only trying to be nice. 

[lori-revuse]

Strike | Lori & Benton

[alteredman]

He laughed and nodded, “That’s right, you are definitely going to be a psychologist one day.” He listened to what she said and wondered if she’d ever exploited her abilities to her own advantage. Running a finger over his chin, he thought, I guess I should keep my eyes open for whatever motives she may or may not have. No matter how he wanted to think that Lori was not even the slightest bit of a canny person, he never knew what she was capable of. He felt afraid and clutched, wondering if he was just overreacting.

His muscles became tense and strained, once her eyes del on his chest. Did she know? He shifted in his position, suddenly becoming distressed. He gnashed his teeth, as his mouth quivered and drooled, slurring words that were intelligible. He jammed his hands onto the bench, using all of his might. “You knew? And you didn’t tell me? I mean…how? You’re cool with it right?” Too many questions arose in his head all at once. The one question he couldn’t muster up an answer to was: How did she know? He thought he’d passed fairly well unless he did something that gave it away.

He shook his head and tittered awkwardly, “So…straight A’s, huh? Awesome.” His mind was still focused on how she knew and he couldn’t function well. 

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  "Actually, I didn't." She said, turning herself to face him. His attack on the bench caused her no surprise. "I only had speculations... you just confirmed them for me. Thanks." She rose slowly. Her arms were crossed against her chest as she paced a few feet away from Benton. Her thoughts were slow, articulated, just as the always had been she was relapsing. He hadn't been completely truthful about who he was. Neither was she. Perhaps this was a good time to declare she had a boyfriend. But she was afraid Benton wasn't the 'dick on the side' kind of guy. She pursed her lips before, turning sharply in his direction. The space between them closed as she crouched down in front of him. 

"I've fucked girls before. I've never been emotionally attracted to one."  But as far as I'm concerned, you say you're a guy. So fine, you're a guy. And I believe you." She got back up to her feet before he could say anything. She leveraged over what was going to happen next. Whether she wanted him in a relationship or another booty call. Or if she wanted to go down that path again. Or why she started this in the first place.

She turned back to him, and just like that night in his truck, he remembered. Because he was so alluring and she'd feel belittled if she didn't get him at least once. A form of twisted self-worth that Lori had become accustomed to since age 13. "I know I killed the mood." She said, strolling back towards him. "And I'm not sorry. Better we talk about it now before things get too steamy." Her fingers intertwined with his as she delicately placed herself on his lap, meeting his lips with an intense kiss.  

[lori-revuse]

[lori-revuse]

Absconder | Flashback #01 | Self Para

Approx. 5 years ago. 9:57 PM San Francisco, California. A city street. 

She had done it. 16 year old Lori had escaped expulsion from school. Only a black suit case and a bank account ripe with seven thousand dollars accompanied her. And the best part - nearly three thousand miles sat between her and her troubles. She could hardly believe it. But of course she did - she was Lori, capable of anything and everything. She was the one who spiked fear in peoples eyes. The one who could snap a neck if she wanted to. She was the one and it was written all over the universe.

 The San Francisco breeze blew through her hair as she paid the taxi driver and left for the streets, her suitcase dragging behind her. The sky above was dark, stars barely shining, but the city was lit and roaring. She stared up at the sky as she walked, oblivious to the boy who was following her. She didn't know or care where she was going, just as long she was breathing the city air and taking in all the freedom. 

An hour of walking went by and Lori managed to snatch two wallets and a handbag off some very unfortunate drunks. One of the wallets had a crisp fifty dollar bill in it. As soon as she found an ice cream shop, she stopped and treated herself to a sundae. The city outside was still bustling when she left and she quickly resumed her walk. Lori turned an alley, not realizing her mistake until she felt the hands of a person push her to the floor. She hit the ground hard, the items in her hands went sprawling in different directions. "What the hell?" She mumbled, rising from the floor slowly.

She dusted off her legs and quickly took a fighting stance. No one was going to mess with her tonight. "You can hear me. I suggest you run like a wuss." She looked around, hearing something like leaves crackling a few feet behind her. She turned around just in time to catch the fist about to knock her unconscious.  

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She screamed, forcing down on the boy's arm. "I spend less than two hours in a city and I'm already having to kick ass?" His arm was locked in the crook of her elbow and she kneed him hard in the gut. The boy hunched over, holding his stomach. Lori moved quickly, clasping her hands together and bringing them down on his back. He toppled to the floor, groaning on his stomach. She waited, checking to see if he was going to pull anything else, and kicked him hard on the side.

"I told you to run," She said, taking off the ripped shirt that now hung askew over her chest. The boy sat up and Lori gave him a death stare that most likely said, 'Stay the fuck down.'  The blonde-haired boy complied, putting his hands up to show he meant no harm.

She rummaged in her suit case, looking for a new shirt. "You're an asshole. I don't even know you but I know you're an asshole." She continued to fume as she put on a better shirt and closed up her suit case.  "Now, I'm gonna take my shit, and you're gonna stay right here until the sun rises. Sounds good?" The boy just stared at her. Lori took it as a 'yes'. She backed away slowly, keeping her eyes on the boy. His blonde hair hung just above his eyes. He stared back at her. Lori noticed her heart was racing and a queasy feeling in her stomach was erupting Their gaze remained connected until Lori turned away finally. She dragged her belongings once again as she walking away from the alley.

"Wait-" The boy said suddenly. Lori tensed up, walking a little more briskly. "Stop following me," She said harshly. The boy ran up to her, grabbing her shoulder. 

"Stop." He said. "What's your name?" 

Lori rolled her eyes and jerked her shoulder away. "None of your-" 

"Look, I'm sorry for attacking you!" He interrupted. "What's your name?" 

Lori shifted on the balls of her feet. What was this kid's deal? A second ago he was trying to kill her and now he wanted her name? She should have knocked him out and ran. But... "Lori," she said finally. The boy smiled, throwing his arm around her. 

"Okay, Lori." He said coyly. "I'm Caradoc. You don't have a place to stay so you're sticking with me, alright?"  

"How do you know I don't have place to stay?" She said looking up at him, numb to the fact that he had his hands on her. 

 "You're what, 16 or 17? With a suitcase at 11 PM and you can't stop staring at the city? Yeah, you have no place to go." He grinned, taking her hand and interlocking his fingers with her own. "So, tell me why and how you ran away."

Lori smiled, looking down at the ground, letting Caradoc take her through the city. 

[lori-revuse]

Strike | Lori & Benton

[alteredman]

"It’s nothing," he reassured her, interlocking his fingers with her own. He sighed, coming to the conclusion it was too early to talk about his gender dysphoria. Who in their right mind would disclose such personal information to person they barely might about a week ago? Although, he was starting to trust Lori, the idea didn’t sit well with him. He enjoyed being stealth, but sometimes, it bothered him that he wasn’t being totally honest with her. He never intended to be untruthful to her; he already knew fibs could harm others in the future.

Giving her a warm simper, he chuckled and cleared his throat, “Quick question— why did you choose to study Psychology? Most people would say the way minds work is extremely fascinating, while others use to their own advantage to manipulate and con people. What about you? Got any plans up your sleeves?” he asked jokingly, knowing Lori wasn’t the crafty type. Or at least he thought so.

[lori-revuse]

"Okay," She said, brushing her thumb over their interlocked hands. His mind still seemed to be swirling - something was definitely bothering him. No one said 'It's nothing' and then sigh without something bugging them. She made it her new goal to find out what. Shifting to the side, Lori rested her head on his shoulder. "If you ever want to talk in the future, you can tell me." She said quietly. "I am going to be a psychologist, after all. "

Her senses hitched the moment Benton inquired about her motives. That was the second time he'd come close to finding her out. No harm, though. There's nothing a little lie can't fix. She let go of his hands and smiled at him. "The way minds work is extremely fascinating." She said, imitating his voice. "That was a joke. In high school, I was really good at interpreting behavior and signals. It was like second nature. I instantly knew what people met, their secrets slipped through their body language for me. Even if they were hiding something - the brain and it's secrets are very susceptible to a keen eye."  She said the last sentence with a knowing tone, glancing down briefly to Benton's chest. 

"So! I took up AP Psyche in my last my two years of high school, got straight A's every quarter. I got outstanding scores on the final tests and next thing I knew, Berkeley was knocking on my front door." She took pride in the fact that she was smart. Not genius smart, history and mathematics was another story for Lori, but give her theory and language and she'd blow you away. 

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[lori-revuse]

Time for bed!! I feel like a zombie. I'll reply to my paras tomorrow evening. Goodnighttt <3

[sydneyclarkson]

Tiny Dance Film Festival || Lori & Sydney

Sydney floated around the venue, occasionally looking at the videos being projected on the screen. She was drinking a glass of wine — her third glass of wine — and was starting to feel light headed. It was too early to go home, she decided, but she was alone and starting to feel bored. Scanning the crowd of people, she didn’t see any familiar faces, which was kind of unusual, seeing as the type of people that Sydney knew would be at festivals like this. However, it was particularly strange for her to end up here because dancing was never something that interested her, and she had been burnt out on posh parties for years. She sighed, sitting down at an empty table and sipping her white wine. She slipped off her heels under the table and looked up to see a stranger standing before her. “Hey,” she said with her raspy New York accent and a smirk. “Wanna join me?”

[lori-revuse]

Lori looked around, her vision slightly blurry. How exactly she ended up in such a crowded area was a mystery to her. A moment ago she was at work, changing out of her uniform. The group said something about heading to a festival before it was too late and then she was there. She stumbled around the crowd, still just a little bit tipsy from the tequila shots she took before taking the stage. How could her friends leave her when she was slightly drunk? Finally reaching a table, Lori rubbed her face and strained her eyes, trying to get a better view of the person who was speaking to her. "Sure," she said and plopped down on the empty seat. "What's going on?" She asked, gesturing to the crowd around her.