painkiller

OLIVER CROSS-BOOKER PAIN MANIPULATION HERE TO BLOW SHIT UP WITH BANG AND BOOM

[alexandra-richmond-deactivated2]

Despite being at a bar, the only thing Alexandra was drinking on this occasion was water. After the guy finally left her at peace, the girl picked up her glass and took a sip. “Truth the told, I was kind of hoping I’d get to break his wrist” the brunette replied in a dry tone, clearly not joking. That would have taught the guy a valuable lesson on how not to treat a woman. “Dude, in case it escaped your notice, I’m a girl. I’m not the right person to answer why men get all touchy like that”.

[oliver-cross-booker]

“See? Dodging a bullet. You should come with a fucking warning label.” He grins impishly, although he meant that as a compliment. Oliver burps lowly from the beer. “I meant people. People like touchy shit and all. Assholes get touchy, like, without asking. Assholes get socked in the face.” He wrinkles his nose, indecisive if he wants another beer. He is also unsure how much cash he has on him. “And I have eyes, in case it escaped your notice.” Deciding that he wants another beer and that he doesn’t care about money, he motions the bartender for another glass. “You’re not drinking any?” asks him abruptly.

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“I don’t know what the hell makes you think I’d be interested, sweetheart” the brunette spoke with every bit of disdain as she could put into her voice, while also managing a rather charming smile. Those who knew Alexandra well enough knew that was her trademark ‘fuck you’ smile. “So I’d recommend you take your fucking hand off my waist” she added, now fully glaring at the guy with that conained, cold rage “That is if you ever wish to use that hand again. If not, I’m sure breaking it will be fairly entertaining”. It took the guy just a second to move his hand away, then taking a couple of steps back, eventually exiting the bar “Yeah, that’s what I thought”.

[oliver-cross-booker]

Oliver comes back from the bathroom. He rubs the shallow cut above his right eye from the game earlier. He took his fair share of punch from the opponent. Derek, he remembers the name. It was a good fight. On his way back to the table, he spots a guy groping Lexie. “Your funeral, guy.” He chuckles to himself as he crosses his arms and watches from the distance. When Lexie scares the guy away, he walks up to her, a grin resting on his face. “Good for him, dodgin’ a bullet like that.” He teases, picking up his half-empty glass of beer. He gulps it down. His lips make a small purse as he finishes. “Why are they like that, anyways? All touchy and shit.” 

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laurel-hier:

Laurel nodded at his words, not really thinking there was anything she could say about it. “That’s comforting…” she muttered with sarcasm lace into her voice. It didn’t surprise her to know Luke had beat him more, though. Her brother’s energy could last enough to endure multiple fights and he had the training for it. “Yes, we were” she insisted, giving him a look to walk out of there too. “I’m sorry” she said to the woman again before the two of them leave the bathroom. She returned to her table, where there were some oatmeal and chocolate chip cookies on a plate and half a cup of tea. The rest of it had been spilled on her dress minutes ago… She noticed Oliver had followed her to her table, not sure why he was still there with her “…you want to sit down?”.

Oliver presses his lips together making a quizzical look as Laurel apologizes. It’s not like he was breaking any law, or did something wrong to the woman. He sees no reason to apologize, let alone Laurel who did nothing. “Why are you apologizing?” asks him to Laurel, then turns to the woman. “I’m not sorry, by the way.” Oliver wonders how the hell did he end up in a women’s bathroom of a cafe. He doesn’t even drink coffee-- coffee is for the weak. Wrinkling his nose at the weird smell of coffee, Oliver looks around the cafe. He was already dragging out the chair. He pauses for a moment, reminds himself some manner. “...sure?” He thinks it’s weird to wait for a permission to sit down. It’s a freaking chair. It’s made to be sitten-- sat? He reaches for the chocolate chip cookies because he is starving. 

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alexandra-richmond:

“If you break it, fix it” she answered with a shrug, speaking like it was a simple thing. It wasn’t broken, it was dislocated, but the same idea applied. At least that was the way Alexandra worked, if she was going to fuck things up, there had to be a contingency plan to mend things. The girl just nodded when he said he’d get his thumb later. “You were a wisp of a boy, Ollie” she stated “Okay, let me rephrase that. You were funny-looking. But don’t dwell on it, you’re all cute now” she said with a teasing grin as she pat his cheek.

Oliver merely presses his lips together, not really concerned of fixing things. A perk of living a painless life is you can blatantly ignore your injuries. He can go on without trouble, so that he will. “A fucking wisp?! You takin’ a piss?!” He barks, “Fuck you! I’ve always been and will be adorable. That’s just how it is.” He mutters sulkily, swatting away her hand. “I sure as hell don’t need your approval.” 

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alexandra-richmond:

She ignored the cocky remark, over time those kind of comments just flew past her. The girl had noticed the dislocated thumb, but only now that he hid it she decided to speak about it “You’re not going to put that back into place?”. She stared at him with disdain as he laughs, earning him another eyeroll from her. She kept on walking, not even stopping to look at the woman’s face after her comment, and then Oliver’s magnificent addition to scandalize her further. Still, she knew those words had served their purpose. Alexandra turned to face him after his question “I don’t know, to gain some muscle tone? You were kind of a skinny, funny guy” she answred teasingly.

Oliver wrinkles his nose making his typical weird look. “Do I look like a doctor to ya?” For a person who has a habit of getting into trouble in a daily basis which is inevitably followed by injuries, Oliver has no skill whatsoever at first aids. The simple explanation is that he doesn’t give a shit. “I’ll get it fixed later.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “To punch peo-- Oi! I wasn’t skinny! I was average and perfectly normal. And I’m still funny, thank you very much.” The conclusion is something completely different from what he was going to say. 

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laurel-hier:

“I wasn’t being defensive…” she said with a subtle frown. If anything she’d been a little indifferent. The more Luke’s friend spoke, the more Laurel realized this guy was an odd one. Not that it was bad, she just didn’t know exactly how to reply to some of the nonsense things he said. “I’m no expert, I wouldn’t be able to tell” she answered with a simple shrug. She’d been thinking more along the line of stoner philosophers, though. The girl tilted her head to the side as he replied, sounding a little too excited or proud to have been the one to break her brother’s nose. “I don’t know how you and Luke have fun- frankly I’m not sure I’d like to find out, but please try to not break any more of my brother’s body parts” Laurel wasn’t lecturing him, or chastising him, merely asking something of him in quite a serious tone. She knew what pain did to her and her powers… and it could do the same to Luke. “I’m sorry, we were just leaving” she excused the both of them when the woman entered and headed towards the door.

Oliver simply shrugs at her. “I don’t even know. I just read some shits in my dad’s study. But they were boring.” Dad Cross keeps lots and lots of books. Oliver read few of them but they were boring as fuck. “If he stops being a smartass, I’ll consider it. If it makes you feel any better, he beat me more than I beat him.” They surely have different approaches in how they deal with a brawl. Oliver endures till the other gets tired and then throws a knock-out counter. Luke is more elaborate with his ways. Obviously, if they do have a match, Luke hits him more than he hits Luke. “We were?” asks Oliver as he strolls out the bathroom, his hands shoved into the pockets. Then he aimlessly follows her. It’s not like he has a job to go back to or a class to attend. For now, Laurel is the closest thing he has to something interesting. 

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alexandra-richmond:

“Yup, you’re vision from a dream, Ollie” she answered with sheer sarcasm. “Your dad’s going to love it” the girl smirked at him as she slid her phone back into her pocket. She didn’t even have to specify which dad, Uncle Gregie was the one she closest with and just loved poking fun at Ollie and then telling -or showing- to her uncle what had happened. “No, I won’t send it to you. This was my achievement, I’ll send it to them”. Alexandra just rolled her eyes at his damn patronizing comment. He could be such a fucking little shit… but he was her little shit. “Uh huh. Brilliant. Write a book about it. Or just share your stupid ideology with someone who cares” the brunette spoke with an sweet looking smile, yet clearly not giving a damn fuck about his creativity and shit nonsense. The pair got out of the bathroom and a woman stared at them with shock in her eyes. Alexandra could see the lady was being judgy of them “I just shagged him in there” she said casually as she walked by, because why the hell not? Trolling was engraved into her DNA. When she heard the woman gasp because of their ‘indecency’, all the girl could do was smirk, that very gesture she’d inherited from her mom. “Yeah. Where’s the fun if I don’t punch someone every now and then?”.

“You’re welcome.” He replies with his chin cocked up high. To be fair his contribution to her work is crucial since it is his face. He knows Dad Booker would love it. They are gonna have a good laugh about it. “Well, both works. Whatever floats your boat.” He shrugs as he pokes his hands into the pockets. The dislocated thumb is not exactly something you showcase around. “What? Why would I write a book when I can lecture people about it?” He laughs obnoxiously loud, almost choking on it when Lexie utters the word ‘shagged’ “Ahhh, shit, yeah, that we did. She even cuffed me.” He barely manages to make a joke between laughing and catching breath. He can’t stop cackling at the look on the woman’s face. “Oh, don’t I know it. Why the fuck do you think I got into boxing?” 

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alexandra-richmond:

She couldn’t help but smirk when he asked why she’d cuffed him “Just because I knew this would be priceless” she replied carefreely, pulling out her mobile to show him a photo. It was him, passed out in there “This is the kind of quality memories I want to keep for life” Alexandra stated with a smirk. She couldn’t wait to show it to her mom and uncle Greg. At his question, she stared at him like he was being too slow to process things “Because this drunken idiot happens to be my friend”. Sure, they annoyed the hell out of each other like 95% of the time, but the other 5% they had each others backs when they needed it. Oliver had been in a monetary problem, she’d given him the money. As he went on with his weird logic of things, she just rolled her eyes “Ollie, shut it. You’re not making any sense” she told him with a shake of her head. When he revealed that he had no money, she gave him a cold murderous look. It was evident in the way she glared at him that she was debating between breaking his nose or not. She was impulsive as hell -good ol’ Slezák genes…- but it was something Alexandra was working on. So she took a deep breath, trying to take the high road here “I fucking hate you” she said before punching him in the abdomen. That didn’t count as impulsiveness, right? It was completely deliberate. Without a word, she walked out of the bathroom.

“Aww” Oliver coos as she shows him the picture of him, drunken and passed out, the kind of photo he would use as a profile picture. “I am quite adorable, aren’t I?” He grins shamelessly. It is practically impossible to embarrass him. “Send it to me, ‘kay? Wanna show it to my friends.” Cackling at his own unconscious face. “So you knew it was a bad idea, but did anyway, because of our friendship.” He smiles like a small devil that he is, with his nose wrinkled playfully. He sounds effectively patronizing. “It does make sense! You just don’t see it. Y’know, get your mind out of that box! Creativity, man, that’s the new currency of the world.” Somehow the topic has moved on to the value of creativity and Oliver seems ready to go on about it. Of course, his grin doesn’t falter when she punches him in the stomach. Instead, he recovers within a second and follows her out. He ignores a woman being surprised by him walking out of a woman’s bathroom. “Nice body blow! I mean, you could’ve taken down other guys! ‘course, not me ‘cause I’m unbeatable. You been practicing without me, Tyranno?” 

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[oliver-cross-booker]

alexandra-richmond:

All the brunette did in response to his typical Oliver line was roll her eyes. “Why else would I knock you out? You were getting fucking annoying, Ollie” she replied like she was talking of the weather, not about knocking someone unconscious. When he started babbling about the magnificent power of IOUs, she narrowed her eyes at him, frowning like she was listening an idiot ramble. Which she kind of was, in a way “Are you serious? Dude, you weren’t even able to walk on a straight line and you think you could’ve signed an IOU? No, that’s why I’m here right now. I’m collecting, sunshine”. She held her hand out “Pay. Or at the very least tell me when you’ll pay. And I swear to you I will fucking haunt you for the rest of your life if you don’t stick to the payment deadline, ty cholerny kretynie”.

He pauses for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. “Fair enough.” It’s not like he is hurt or anything. Or maybe he is. But Oliver can’t even tell if he is having a hangover-- and he’s supposed to have a headache or something, which he has never had in his life-- so it’s not like it hurt him. Beside, this is not the first time she punched him. “Why the cuffs, though?” He rolls his eyes with his lips pursed. “It’s odd how you thought it was a good idea to loan me money to a drunken idiot." He grins blatantly. “I mean, if I was that drunk, how did I borrow your money? Even if I didn’t, you could say that I did. Isn’t that a tiny bit unfair?” He points out in his weird logic. “But, let’s say you’re telling the truth.” He says in almost understanding way, as if he was being a mature one and giving up argument. The truth is that she might actually kill him if he continues with his bullshit. “You’re forgetting few things though.” He opens up his arms with a bright smile. “I don’t have any money, don’t know when the next pay’s gonna be and you’re already stuck with me so that’s not gonna change much for me.” 

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laurel-hier:

Laurel’s reaction narrowed down to simply frowning at the guy’s response. He was so odd… but she didn’t want to be too judgy of Luke’s friend considering she barely knew him. She wasn’t so sure she wanted to get to know him, though. “Uh-huh. He probably does” she said with a shrug, somewhat indifferently. It was an honest statement, though. Luke was friendlier than she was, more open to people, more keen on caring about and loving others. “A philosopher, I see” she said, not really meaning to tease, though it sort of sounded like it. Oliver certainly had a… peculiar way of seeing things. “Youre the one who broke his nose?” her voice rose a bit, tinted by an accusatory tone as she turned to face him fully.

Taking her silence as a victory, Oliver smirks at her then turns his focus on trying to put back his thumb into its spot. He fails, realizing that he might be making it worse. “Of course he does. Not as much as he loves you though, so you don’t have to get all, defensive about it.” He says as if she was being defensive or as if he wasn’t talking about killing Luke a minute ago. His nose wrinkles up as he looks up. He gives her a quizzical look. “What, like, Plato or Rousseau? Man, those dudes were boring.” He sounds offended, his eyes roll as he makes a groan that has almost audible annoyance. He doesn’t like philosophy or theories. He doesn’t believe the kind of life that can be proved by thinking. “Yeah!” It takes him few seconds to hear her tone. Again, he gives her a quizzical look. “What? That’s like, a year ago--” Then the door opens and a woman walks in since this is a public bathroom. The woman’s eyes get wider at Oliver, and she tries to say something. “Hey--” “I know this is a woman’s bathroom, thanks.” He waves her off like it’s nothing.

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alexandra-richmond:

The girl let out a sigh. It shouldn’t be too hard for him to process what had happened, right? And yet he made that stupid, confused face. “Ah, so your brain still works” was her simple reply. Not a yes, not a no either. It should be too obvious that it was a yes! “Sweetie, all it took was a punch” she smirked in reply. No drugs had been involved, only his massive alcohol consumption and a firm punch had knocked him out cold. “I’m not letting you out this with your ‘I don’t remember’ bullshit”. She wasn’t going to budge, not this time. Though it was no surprise the idiot couldn’t remember squat of what happened last night, cosidering he got shitfaced drunk. She clicked her tongue in disapproval of his statement, pouting mockingly “You hurt my feelings, Ollie”.

“Surprisingly, it does. It’s where my winning personality comes from so you better be relieved.” He puts up a huge grin that somehow looks bigger than his own face. He rolls his shoulders. If it was anybody else, they would have strained muscle from sleeping like he did. But Oliver’s doesn’t give a shit about pain. Yawning lazily, he goes over to the sink and starts to wash his face. “Well, shit. Now why the hell would you do that?” He sounds genuinely curious of her reason-- because one, he doesn’t remember it, and two, punching him in the face does little to him. “Lexie, you should always get IOUs when you lend someone money. You’d think it’s just a piece of paper but nope, it has more power than you think! Or at least have some proofs just in case, y’know, they refuse to pay you. Be prepared and shit.” And he lectures her although he is obviously not in a state to. He gives her a look that reads ‘what the hell are you on about’. “What feelings?”

[oliver-cross-booker]

alexandra-richmond:

In the blink of an eye, the girl teleported into the bathroom. Luckily there was no one there to freak out about her sudden appearance. “Slept well, sunshine?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the wall. Oliver’s face was a clear giveaway that he had no fucking clue why or how he ended up here. The little smirk appearing on her lips was evidence enough that she’d left him here. “You owe me fucking £80. I hope you’re more willing to pay me back now than you were last night, asshole”.

“Lexie?” At first Oliver makes a confused, arguably stupid look, then he squints at the figure. He may not be a genius, but his brain works fast enough when it needs to. “This is your doing, innit?” He crosses his arms in a similar way as her. “Drugs and cuffs? Your kinks are getting out of control.” He jokes with a tug on his lips. Of course she would say he owes her money. His eyes roll slowly as if he is contemplating something. Most of the time he doesn’t. He just does it. “Did I write you an IOU? ‘cause honestly I don’t remember shit. And we both know that you can’t be trusted.” He shrugs with a cheeky, seemingly innocent smile.

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laurel-hier:

Laurel stared at him with raised eyebrows, puzzled by his sudden outburst. This guy had a flair for drama if this was really his reaction to hearing Luke hadn’t talked to her about it, or maybe he was just a very impulsive person “You do realize that’s my brother you’re talking about, right?” she pointed out casually. Joking or not, speaking in front of her about retaliation towards her twin wasn’t a smart move. She was protective of him just as he was protective of her. “Ah, so he did mention you” the brunette said with a shrug, as if being called ‘the one of the bar fights’ was enough recognition. Once the stain has gone from the fabric of her dress, she took some paper towels to more or less take the dampness away. “That’s an uh- interesting way of making new friends” she said with a light frown, clearly not approving of Luke’s and Oliver’s methods to meet new people, but that was none of her business.

Oliver, with no sign of seriousness whatsoever-- which is explains his character along with the fact that he was passed out in a girl’s bathroom-- rolls his eyes at her. The fact that they have just met doesn’t occur to him at all. “You can’t kill a person with chewed cinnamon sticks” although that wasn’t her point at all. Oddly dodging questions, deterring away points and spinning the tales when he needs to are what Oliver picked up from his family, mostly from his uncle. Her next words turns his look into a broad grin uncaring of whatever he was talking before. “Ha! I knew it. He loves me.” He cocks up his chin in smug, almost looks happy. “It is, innit? At least you don’t bullshit someone you exchanged punches with. They don’t piss your shit. That’s pointless, ‘cause y’know they will punch you and they know you will punch them. So really, it’s, y’know, honest and shit.” The way he has a point between his crude words is also typical Oliver. “I didn’t lose, by the way! He got me good, but I broke his nose so it was a tie!”

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alexandra-richmond:

Alexandra and Oliver. It’s not like they’re competitive with each other. No, not at all.

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laurel-hier:

They move almost in synch when she heads to the sink so does he, earning a glance from her briefly before she looks back to the sink. She’d spilled some of her drink of her dress, and she began rubbing with water and soap to get rid of the stain. “He hasn’t mentioned you” the girl stated simply. Maybe Luke had spoken of this guy, but truth be told, Laurel didn’t keep a record on who was friends with her brother or not. As soon as the guy joked about stealing her brother’s money -or at least she hoped he was joking about it- she looked back at him. “You’re the one of the bar fights?”. Stealing and bar brawls added up as being the traits of someone Luke had mentioned. “Nice to meet you” she stated out of mere politeness, unsure whether or not she meant it. Her brother had a peculiar taste in whom he chose to be friends with… “How did you two meet?” Laurel asked casually, curious to learn who Luke had gotten mixed up with a guy who ended up handcuffed in public women’s bathrooms.

“Yeah-- wait, what?!” He almost shouts, his jaw dropping at shock. “He didn’t mention me?! That squirrelfucker-- I’m gonna fucking kill him. I’mma beat him with chewed cinnamon sticks.” He mutters under the breath, forgetting that he is speaking to Luke’s twin sister, and he was supposed to make a good impression so that he can smug at Luke. Crossing his arms, Oliver pouts with a huge frown sitting on his forehead, grumbles, “Yeah, one of the bar fights.” He is genuinely offended that Luke didn’t mention him-- not by name to Laurel. That bitch is gonna have to answer some questions. His look softens with a smirk when she asks of how they’ve met. Oliver is an obnoxiously loud, hotheaded brawler but his temper, as much as it is fierce, but it doesn’t last very long. Seeking revenge is a part of his nature, so on the side he starts to plan to torment Luke about this. “Funny story, actually we beat the shit outta each other the first time we’ve met. Then he bought me a beer.” That was a poorly told story, short, no detail, no structure, but it seems like Oliver believes that was an enough explanation.