only thing i can do is run

let's run! curse me, this foolish destiny!

[oliverness]

dylabrams:

“Oliver, I’m fine.“ Dylan insisted, declining the offer of his snack by pushing it away with her hand. “I had a big breakfast. I don’t need any of your snacks, so take your own advice and don’t starve yourself.“ His gesture was appreciated, if not a little annoying. Dylan hated being treated like she was helpless.

—— ｔｒｕｔｈ　ｂｅ　ｔｏｌｄ he wasn’t that hungry either, and that was rare of him. oliver put his own offering aside, in case another lost boy needed it later.

“okay, fine. i should’ve done the same... so, what now?” he asked, letting his restlessness show for once, as if he had been saturated with the loft’s current ambience.

[oliverness]

—— ｒｅｍｎａｎｔｓ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　ａｔｔａｃｋ could still be found at the loft, they all served as a reminder that things had changed for worse. even if broken glass had been cleared up, or minor injuries were treated. it was only a warning shot, but enough for a fatality.

“okay, just don’t starve yourself. have a bite of this,” oliver insisted, offering his own snack. he was aware that the low morale couldn’t remain and they had to be at the top of their game.

[oliverness]

lewisayer:

“Yeah. Least I think it was your car, it was whichever souped up ride Dylan got stuck washing.” Lewis could barely get through the sentence without a snicker, still seeing her face as clear as day when he had dumped the water on her. He wished he got it on camera. 

The recruit raised an eyebrow, his arms folding across his chest as he looked down at Oliver and tried to follow wherever it was he was leading them. He got there in the end. 

“Oh.” He may not have known the full story, but it didn’t seem right to be nosy. He looked to the other recruits who had started to disperse when Ollie came down the stairs. “I’ll make sure they shut up about it.”

—— ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ　ｍａｄｅ　ｓｅｎｓｅ, then. he burst out laughing when the mental image formed in his head. people would have paid for a video of the event.

“are you telling me dylan spared your life after that? amazing,” oliver stepped back and scrutinized lewis from head to toe, just to confirm he wasn’t missing a limb or organ.

“thanks, lewis, that’d be of great help,” he let out a sigh of relief, seeing his explanation had been enough. if someone set the example, oliver was sure the rest would follow.

[oliverness]

silvercxrlton:

“Adventurous side is a good way to put it.” Silver said with a small smile. “Have you brag about the fact that you don’t crash yet? Or waiting for the dust to settle a bit more.”

—— ｉｔ　ｗａｓ　ａ　ｍｏｒｅ　positive way of seeing things -- oliver’s specialty. silver’s choice of words almost made him turn to look at her, instead of the road.

“excuse me? i don’t have to brag about it,” he had always been cautious since the incident.

[oliverness]

lewisayer:

“Come on Ols,” Lewis goaded, perhaps a bit too familiarly with a Lost Boy he didn’t know all that well. From what he had seen of Oliver around the place, he thought they would get on well. 

“I helped wash your car.” In his own way, he was sure dumping a bucket of water over Dylan near the vehicle counted for something. “I’m not gonna press, I’m just curious.”

—— ｏｌｉｖｅｒ　ｒｅｇｉｓｔｅｒｅｄ　ｔｈｅ new nickname -- he didn’t mind, but for a brief moment he wondered if he was supposed to address the other as lew.

“you washed my car?” he tried to figure out what lewis meant.

“let’s see... do you know goldilocks? we could say the three bears returned, and they found that someone had been there,” oliver got carried away trying to explain without having to tell the entire story. “what am i talking about...? it’s just one of the dealers came back and things got a little tense. no reason for tittle-tattle,” he concluded.

[95z]

[oliverness]

lewisayer:

“Only if you come down and tell us what’s going on.” Lewis called up to Oliver, his curiosity peaked by the idle chatter he had walked in to. Times like this reminded him just how green of a Lost Boy he was. 

—— ｈｅ　ｓｈｏｕｌｄ　ｈａｖｅ seen at least one question coming. oliver did go downstairs, if at least that helped the crowd to disperse and for the loft to go back to its original flow. he was sure he hadn’t spotted lewis among those recruits.

“curious? too bad i’m not one who can talk about it. i don’t recommend bringing it up, though.”

[oliverness]

gogetemtiiiger:

“Secrets never seem to last around here.” Lily observed, although she’d managed to keep a lot of her own close to her chest everyone else’s seemed to spare like a cinema fire. “You’re wasting your time.”

—— ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅ　ｄｉｄ　ｆｏｌｌｏｗ but he wondered if it would last. those recruits probably had things to do, so they were the ones wasting their time. 

“and rumours are never a good thing, lily.”

[oliverness]

—— ｅｖｅｒ　ｔｈｅ　ｍｏｏｄ maker, it came almost naturally to him to notice a disturbance in the loft caused by the most recent arrival. trainees, prone to gossip, were being noisy and ridiculous. oliver decided it had been enough.

“stop with the whispering down there.”

[oliverness]

grxcethompson:

Grace smiled, not surprised by Oliver’s answer. She popped it into the microwave to heat up. “Well, how’s your day going? I’m going to assume it’s going better than mine because of my chocolate chip betrayal.”

—— ｈｉｓ　ｅｙｅｓ　ｄｉｄｎ＇ｔ leave the microwave, until grace asked him about his day. he was waiting for the beep once the countdown was over.

“abundant,” it was the best word to describe it. “don’t let that thief bring you down, grace.”

[oliverness]

silvercxrlton:

“Thanks, Oli.” Silver said it gratefully before settling into the front seat. “So… what’s new with you?”

—— ｔｈｅ　ａｕｔｏｍａｔｉｃ　ｇａｒａｇｅ　door opened and they were ready to go. where? well, only silver knew with exactitude. he hit the gas pedal.

“me? i was on vacations, courtesy of dylan and her adventurous side,” he replied, all smiles. oliver had been relieved of the usual task of washing all the getaway cars.

[oliverness]

grxcethompson:

“Well then, I guess I need to find out who ate them all.” Grace put away the ingredients deciding against cooking for now. She got out some of the leftover lasagne she had made the other night. Somehow there were still leftover but not for long. “Want to share the last of this?” 

—— ｔｈｅ　ｄｉｓａｐｐｏｉｎｔｍｅｎｔ　ｏｎ his face disappeared at the mention of leftovers. it was the offer he had been waiting for. oliver looked around, watching out for any other hungry lost boy that could have heard grace.

“you don’t have to ask.”

[oliverness]

silvercxrlton:

Silver took the phone and buckled in. She knew that Oliver could be discrete if she asked. He was actually one of the few that she knew would end up being okay with her job. “It’s not what you think. Just… don’t get out the car.”

—— ｈｅ　ｈｕｍｍｅｄ ｉｎ response, as he moved to the front seat and retrieved the car keys. oliver wasn’t thinking of anything. he didn’t when he was behind the wheel, only concentrating on the driving.

“i will be one with the car, then,” he released the emergency break.

[oliverness]

grxcethompson:

“There is a kitchen thief.” She was disappointed. When Grace made a plan, she liked to stick with it. Now she didn’t know what she’d cook instead. “Someone ate all the chocolate chips.”

—— ａ　ｔｈｉｅｆ？ he almost reminded her that they lived under the same roof as thieves, but the crime fell into place. it looked like he wasn’t getting any cookies today.

“we both know i eat like a horse, but i didn’t do it,”

[oliverness]

grxcethompson:

Grace had thrown her hair into a messy bun, before getting out the particular ingredients she’d need from the pantry. She was planning on making a quick batch of chocolate chip cookies to busy herself while the washing machine was doing it’s thing. That was the plan until she noticed someone had ate all of the chocolate chips. Grace stood glaring at the pantry, completely unimpressed.

—— ｈｅ　ｍｕｎｃｈｅｄ　ｏｎ a piece of his wrap, as he observed grace doing her thing in the kitchen. oliver was just sticking around to be the first one to grab a bite of whatever she had in mind, but suddenly, she stopped.

“what’s wrong?” he spoke with a mouth full.

[oliverness]

silvercxrlton:

Silver passed over her phone with the address. “Just someone I need to visit. You’re staying in the car, by the way.”

—— ｏｌｉｖｅｒ　ｇｌａｎｃｅｄ　ａｔ the screen. he didn’t recognize their destination. silver was already being secretive, and he didn’t feel with the right to pry. 

“okaaay...” he gave her back her phone.

[oliverness]

silvercxrlton:

“That doesn’t mean that you need to sleep in a car.” Silver turned around, leaning against the chair. “Anyway, I need you take me somewhere, you up for it? I only have my bike and I need something more subtle.”

—— ｈｅ　ｊｕｍｐｅｄ　ｆｒｏｍ his seat at the mention of possible work. oliver rubbed his eyes with his knuckles, ready to ask for directions. if silver was looking for subtleness in a vehicle, it meant she was up to something.

“always. where are we headed to?”