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ROWAN ARES-PAYNE. XXVI. "...she told me that love is a loaded gun that she’s been trying to dodge for many years now..." FASHION DESIGNER

[mrfuckboytoyou-deactivated20180]

“Could’ve fooled me,” he informed her, though it was simply a joke as he held on when the trolley stopped. Riley looked own at her, giving a half smile, “Follow me, Roe. We’re getting off this thing,” he literally pushed someone aside who was in his way, ignoring their grumble as he cleared his own pathway off the trolley, “Don’t stand in the fuckin’ isleway, morons.”

[rowanares-blog]

“— Shows how much you know then-” She laughs a little, just a twitch of her lips and a chuckle as she pushes through the insulted looking pedestrians around them. Some sent her scathing looks by association which only proved to make her smile wider, far too amused then she should be. “See what you’ve done, I’ve become jackass number two my association with you.”

[sebastianpres]

“No, no, thanks. I can handle myself even with perverts like this one and my father got me pepper spray for Christmas.” Bella smiled at her, silently thanking her for the thought. She hated when men thought something or rather someone belonged to them, especially when it came to personal space. That was an incredibly touchy subject for Bella. “I think that’s what we should do to him.. Put him in a cave, I mean and then let visitors in to inspect him so he knows what it feels like to be stared at.”

[rowanares-blog]

“— I’m all for harsh punishment - but I’d hope for his sake that he doesn’t take a single step closer?” Much as the invasion of personal space made her touchy - the only time she’d ever broken a nose was due to an unsanctioned hand on her ass - but Rowan wasn’t so undefended as to overreact when a man, or anyone, decided to take liberations with her. Thinking that perhaps evacuating the tram in a timely manner might be better for everyone’s sake, she looks up when the stopping bell chimes. “How about you keep me company for some tea and we forget all about pervert number 372.”

[sweetestdevction]

“You match them with your shoes?” Andrea perked up curiously, a wide grin painted on her lips. “It’s quite the opposite for me, mine are always chipped and in awkward shapes unless I have to work. Not very girly of me, I know.”

[rowanares-blog]

“— I live a life of leading by example,” Rowan arches a brow, shrugging a little and crossing her ankled, gold studded boots making a faint click at the contact. “When I’m in a bad mood, I do my nails - makes me feel somewhat productive for the day. Nothing girly about it, I know a guy or three who love glittery nails.” 

[christopherjalastair-deactivate]

  “Excuse me—” Stepping beside someone, he offered them a smile before speaking again. “I’m conducting a survey, and I was wondering what you think about dragons?” Reaching for his notepad, he opened the booklet.

[rowanares-blog]

“—  Dragons?”  What sort of survey involves dragons, is the next question on the tip of her tongue as though she found the idea ridiculous - but she’s struck a little dumb when she actually turns to him. “I- Somewhat overused maybe. With ‘The Hobbit’, ‘How to train your dragon’ and such, they’re pretty much everywhere.”

[charlotteontherun-blog]

Charlie was lost in thought, to say the least. A dying parent was not something anyone should have to deal with.. and yet bad luck struck a second time round for the freshly returned native. There had to be a way to save him; there just had to be. “—Sorry,” she stated once she realised someone was asking her a question. Smiling apologetically, the brunette composed herself and put on a fresh smile, “I was a little distracted. What were you saying?”

[rowanares-blog]

“— You looked like you’d seen a ghost for a moment there,” Rowan manages to look legitimately concerned for once, thin brows pulled together as her painted lit tip into a reassuring smile - at least she hoped it came across as such. “- Thought I should tell you that they called your name - up at the counter for your coffee, some kid looked about to swipe it so I saved it for you,” She holds it out, shoulder listing in a hapless shrug.    

[justlindseymorgan]

[am-cxrtes]

“No way…” Leo backed up away from his portfolio without hesitance, almost in complete shock as he witnessed something he’d consider a rare occurrence with Rowan. Gazing up at her in wonder, he huffed a laugh. “Did you just compliment me? –– Please tell me that’s your way of telling me something horrible is going to happen.”

[rowanares-blog]

“— What can I do? Sometimes you deserve it, even if it is just a little - a tiny weeny little bit - this big,” Rowan brings her thumb and index finger together, squinting at them.. “- If by horrible you mean I’m about to eat you out of rice crackers, then sure - but while we’re on the bad news train, I have a shoot I need doing next week - think you could spare the time?” 

[rushhq]

          phoenix strummed the strings of his guitar, ❛ it’s just a few chords — ❜ he reminded his guest as he gave a quick, make-shift lesson. truth is, phoenix wasn’t the greatest guitar teacher. he was self-taught himself and the proper terminology was far from him. his gentle strumming soon came to an end,  ❛ it’s fucking wonderwall. get it together kid. ❜

[rowanares-blog]

“— Please stop, if I hear another chord of Wonderwall I’ll break the kid’s guitar over his head,” Rowan just glances over her shoulder to the man, brow quirked as she looks over distastefully to the boy butchering an already overused song to the point of music blasphemy. “There’s another coffee in it if you get him to scram.”

[fckmalachi]

Was his head pounding? Yes. Yes, so maybe he was regretting hammering back last night’s specialty drink; going a little too far even for his standards. He regretted it even more when he remembered the stack of paperwork he had to fill out back home. So, sure his head was pounding now, but running was (remarkably) the lesser of two evils. Well, it could have been had he not been so wrapped up in his own head, he found himself colliding head on with another body. “Fuck–” he muttered, collecting his thoughts as well as his balance, “oh shit, sorry about that. You alright mate?”

[rowanares-blog]

“— Oh, I’m fine,” Rowan says from where she standing just a few feet away, looking on with amusement as Malachi almost hits into her head on and instead trips over the rather loaded back she’d been lugging around for the better part of an hour. “I do - however - need a vodka soda and a good sit down.”

[sweetestdevction]

“This is sort of mind blowing, did you know that the fingernails on the longest fingers grow faster than the fingernails on the shortest fingers? It’s hard to believe, you think it’s actually true?” Andrea looked up from her book to the person occupying the seat next to her, a small grin pasted on her lips as she took in this strange bit of information.

[rowanares-blog]

“— Fascinating,” The word is punctuated by a long sip of her bitter coffee, gaze flicking from the perfect gold cap of her nails to the woman who’s come to sit beside her. “Can’t say I’ve ever wondered anything about my nails other than what colour goes better with my shoes..”

[sebastianpres]

“Well he should get another hobby because if he comes over here again, I’ll really give him a piece of my mind.” Bella’s gaze was still fixated on the man, although he was now looking over at them again. Once he noticed Isabella’s stare on him, he looked away. “Are you okay though?” She could only imagine what it must have felt like with all the things you constantly hear and see on the media about men just pestering women.

[rowanares-blog]

“— Want to borrow my pepper spray for the inevitable?” There’s still the tense set of her shoulders, rigid from when she’d felt the heat of the man unwanted on her back. Personal spice was a big vice for Rowan, the the blatant disregard was going to bother her for days, she can tell. Nose crinkling at the phantom, barely there, sensation, her smile is sharp around the edges as she offers the woman a shrug. “If I wouldn't deal with men being creeps, I’d go live in a cave in Siberia - no worries, beau.”

[lucasorin-blog]

Dante raised his eyebrows in surprise at the woman’s words, chuckling out lightly as he felt her hold onto his arm. “No? I’m asking you if you really need somebody to hold your umbrella on rainy days, lovely. But I also find that hard to believe, everybody falls for someone eventually.”

[rowanares-blog]

“— I’m a big girl, Mr Wolfe, I don’t actually need anyone to hold my umbrella - no matter how strapping a young man they are-” Rowan side eyes Dante as though he’s slowly lost his mind before her eyes. “Yes well - not me. I’m a strong independent woman and all that, no man needed.”

[mrfuckboytoyou-deactivated20180]

“Lunch? Like a date? Oh man, I’ve never been picked up on a trolly before. This one is for the books,” he was obviously joking, looking out the window at the familiar places that passed. Riley leaned against the railing only to frown in discomfort, giving his attention back to Rowan, “Me? Nah, I never have anywhere to be. Perks of not having an actual job. Lunch it is, Roe.”

[rowanares-blog]

“— I’m not ‘picking you up’ -” She looks him over with an arch to her brows as though she found the idea somewhat distasteful. “It’s a thankful lunch, whatever ulterior motives you think I have you can keep to yourself.” Her words are half interrupted by the bell of the tram as it begins to ease into the stop, and she shuffles to wedge herself into the corner as a stream of people mill past her; the look she sends Riley one of exasperated annoyance. “This is our stop - thank god.” 

[rowanares-blog]

✆ rowan ⇁ austin

Austin: I mean, I'm like 99% sure I'm not Claudia

Austin: ... Technicalities. But I'd really rather not be an accomplice to some horrifying murder, sooo?

Rowan: You're only an accomplice if you help hide the body

Rowan: I wouldn't know, I'm not a lawyer

[rowanares-blog]

✆ rowan ⇁ austin

Austin: Holy shit don't light anyone on fire?

Austin: Wait. Who is this?

Rowan: You are not Claudia...

Rowan: Oh

Rowan: I did say he had to light 'himself' on fire

[rowanares-blog]

✆ rowan ⇁ austin

Rowan: le seul moyen il pourrait jamais plaisir moi

Rowan: est si Il alluma lui-même sur feu et me laisse regarder

[auscalhoun-blog]

Austin didn’t ease until the other male went to his respective corner, a satisfied and confident grin appearing on his features of its own accord. It had been a long time since he’d dealt with men who couldn’t simply take no for an answer, and prided himself on the fact that he didn’t belong in that category. While he once was a frat boy, none of their traits (if one didn’t count the drinking) lingered in his current persona. Concern tinged in his green eyes as he looked at the brunette, refusing to allow his gaze to stray to where her hand touched. It was not modest nor would it help give her some peace of mind. “Are you okay?” He asked gently, tone void of any grovel or aggression. Austin stepped back, as if to give her more space, and leaned against the wall there, careful not to stare too long at the woman. Then, his thoughts turned sour, agitated. Certainly if the pair were familiar the other wouldn’t have backed off so easily nor would he have muttered those parting words, but he had to ask. Call it the heroism he so desperately wanted to exude, or call it genuine worry, but either way the question was asked. “Do you know that guy?”

[rowanares-blog]

“I am… fine. Not quite used to the audacity of some.” Her eyes are wide, dark in the shadowed corner of the tram and getting darker still when she flicks her gaze over to look to the would be intruder of her space. There’s no glare on her features, but still, a dint appears between her brows to show her displeasure; fingers curling in the pleat of her coat to draw it closer and cover the curve of her hip. “He tried to speak with me at the station, though it’d be fairer to say he was more talking at me then attempting conversation. I honestly thought about pepper spraying him just to shut his mouth-” Rowan’s lips, painted a soft red to match the patent shoes on her feet, quirk up into her first smile of the encounter. As they pass between a gap in the buildings, sunlight hits her eyes and she squints, green shining through the dark flare of lashes. “Can I do anything for you? As a thank you?”