Loyal Willow

Persia Willow. 16 years old. Junior. Above all I cherish loyalty, compassion, kindness and truth. I like dogs, children and reading. PENELOPE the LOYAL

[the-old-willow-tree]

If you could date anyone at MOH, who would it be?

This is just out of curiosity, right? Well, then... Hm, let me think about that one. If I really have to answer then I would say Oakley.

[oakley-odysseus]

Sterling

[the-old-willow-tree]

[follows him through the gates of hell/heaven now open door]

[looks over the edge of roof]

Ah, so this is how potential death looks like.

[muses]

Ma che sorpresa, Io sono tré lusingato.

[oakley-odysseus]

[raises brows as he watches her look over the edge but quickly follows and pulls her away]

Nope, not the edge please. And sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.

Was that Italian? 

[takes out a pair of food containers and hands one to her]

Packed lunch. There’s club sandwiches and pocket pizzas, I think.

[the-old-willow-tree]

Yep, Italian. I just said it's a surprise.

[grins]

Oh, what a relief! I was afraid it will turn out to be a candlelight dinner with a live band.

[laughs]

[the-old-willow-tree]

Onward, human, to glory! Sort of. \ Persia & Oakley

[the-old-willow-tree]

Persia was amused. She didn’t know Oakley for too long, but she had a feeling he’ll spin a damn great story about her ‘future life, number of kids and potential dangers on the road’. As he observed, or pretended to observe, her palm she was tossing glances at the somewhat mysterious boy in front of her trying to read through his face and attitude, averting them every now and then to tarot cards or back at her palm.

She arched her eyebrow when his hand covered hers and, just as he was about to say something, the curtain drew open and the fortune teller looked at two of them, wide eyed with surprise. Persia chuckled a bit at the twist of events as she followed Oakley out of the booth.

"I have to say, that was one Hell of prediction. I think I’ve never heard anything like it in my entire life." She mused him and playfully patted him on the shoulder, adding: "I think you could make a fortune with predicting." She winked.

[oakley-odysseus]

“I know, I’m brilliant,” Oakley laughed as he put some distance between them and the booth. The boy was still looking out for the fortune teller in case she decides to mention anything to the manager… or if she were the manager, send them out of the shop. He wasn’t about let that happen though, so he went ahead and all but pulled Persia out of the store; the bell dinging upon their exit.

“Alas,” he spoke again as soon as they stepped back out in the sunshine, “my predictions might prove too much for the world to handle. The fact that I was prevented to reveal anything about your future is nothing but solid proof, don’t you think?” And Oakley returned her wink with a subtle one of his own.

“Where to next? Didn’t you want to fetch those fabrics for your mom?” He suggested.

[the-old-willow-tree]

"Oh, yes. I think if I heard what will happen to me I would simply roll on the floor and cry." Persia laughed as Oakley nudged her out of the store. "Solid proof?" She laughed again. "I can't really call it solid. More like... Concrete hard proof." She grinned, walking next to him to one of those textile stores.

"Yes, I did. That's the only thing which pays up to buy to her. Weaving is actually her favorite thing and she enjoys it a lot. She taught me how to do it and whenever we're bored we just... Weave. I have no idea how much clothes I've made just because I've read all the books I've had at home and was too lazy to go to the library." Persia shook her head, sighing. "What boredom does to people." She mused as they headed towards the large store with various fabrics. Silk, broccate, velvet, satin... they've had it all.

[harpermoore]

Well, New York is beautiful in January!

…If just a bit cold. So, anybody around and want to hang out?

[the-old-willow-tree]

I guess we could hang out.

I'm Persia.

[the-old-willow-tree]

I finally bought everything for everyone I needed. Never again *sighs*

But, hey, I’m finally done with it! Happy Holidays!

[hayden-of-hades]

…And that is news because?

[the-old-willow-tree]

I'm just expressing my relief the shopping torture is finally over.

[the-old-willow-tree]

I finally bought everything for everyone I needed. Never again *sighs*

But, hey, I’m finally done with it! Happy Holidays!

[parkerphobic-deactivated2025031]

You actually went out and bought stuff?

What kinda money do you actually have?

[the-old-willow-tree]

The paper one, you know. Not credit cards.

[the-old-willow-tree]

I finally bought everything for everyone I needed. Never again *sighs*

But, hey, I’m finally done with it! Happy Holidays!

[maggie-megaera]

Aren’t you a perky one there.

[the-old-willow-tree]

If by getting my loved ones a present is being perky, then yes, I am.

[oakley-odysseus]

Sterling

[oakley-odysseus]

[a click is heard and he pockets his picking tools; turns the knob and takes her hand again]

Here we go.

[pulls her through the door and locks it again; smiles impishly before leading the way up the last flight of stairs]

I present you…

[opens the door and steps out on the building roof]

…the roof. And lunch al fresco.

[the-old-willow-tree]

[follows him through the gates of hell/heaven now open door]

[looks over the edge of roof]

Ah, so this is how potential death looks like.

[muses]

Ma che sorpresa, Io sono tré lusingato.

[the-old-willow-tree]

Onward, human, to glory! Sort of. \ Persia & Oakley

[the-old-willow-tree]

"Well, yes. It’s not a yacht or a speed boat. I think it’s a kind of its own." Persia chuckled. "Around 9 meters long without sails, two motors one Diesel, which was actually a truck engine, and the other VM. It has a bathroom, nothing too large or luxurious but hey… That steel thing is unsinkable." She mused. Persia was bit both surprised and flattered when he pulled her by the hand towards the booth/curtain with the fortune teller.

Looking around to the dimmed and quite private surroundings, Persia noticed something with looked like tarot cards on the table, but her attention was drawn back to Oakley as he sat and amusingly held his palm out to her. She arched her eyebrow and laughed. “I don’t think I can qualify much as a witch, but I guess I can give it a shot, hm?” She noticed the mischievous glimpse in his eye and she’s decided to play along.

Sitting the opposite of him, Persia held his palm as ideas spun in her mind. “Well, mister Oakley, I can see you will live long and prosperous life” she started as she drew her index finger slowly across the contour of, what she dimly remembered from a movie, was a line of Life “You might have some troubles along the road and it does look like a bumpy ride, but eventually all will turn out well for you.” Persia drew her finger across the slightly interrupted lines and, slowly drawing her finger back she made another assumption. “I predict your life will be kick-ass, but beware, you might lose something you value on the way.” It was a common freaking movie line, but she was quite satisfied of how her “prediction” turned out.

"Your turn, Monsieur Oakley?" Persia added, smirking and holding up her palm.

[oakley-odysseus]

His grin only grew wider as soon as her fingers started travelling over his palm, gently tracing the lines that he never really paid much attention to. Oakley listened to Persia as she spoke, though most of his focus was merely to observe the girl before him, in such a way that she probably wouldn’t mind even if she caught him looking.

By the end of her ‘prediction’, the boy chuckled lightly as he then reached out to cradle her hand in turn, running his thumbs over the lines. He felt the smooth skin of her palm and lightly pressed to gauge how soft it was – it seemed nothing like an idle hand that would refuse work; it felt dedicated and put to good use.

“Very well,” he said, glancing at her face before turning back to gazing at her palm. He gazed at it for a full minute then turned it over, their palms touching one another, while his other hand covered hers and gently held it in place.

Oakley wore a cheeky grin as he looked up at Persia, and was about to say something when the curtains were drawn once more, the fortune teller having gone back from her break. A solid eyebrow was raised at the two teenagers before Oakley laughed and hurriedly stood up, ushering himself and Persia out of the booth.

[the-old-willow-tree]

Persia was amused. She didn't know Oakley for too long, but she had a feeling he'll spin a damn great story about her 'future life, number of kids and potential dangers on the road'. As he observed, or pretended to observe, her palm she was tossing glances at the somewhat mysterious boy in front of her trying to read through his face and attitude, averting them every now and then to tarot cards or back at her palm.

She arched her eyebrow when his hand covered hers and, just as he was about to say something, the curtain drew open and the fortune teller looked at two of them, wide eyed with surprise. Persia chuckled a bit at the twist of events as she followed Oakley out of the booth.

"I have to say, that was one Hell of prediction. I think I've never heard anything like it in my entire life." She mused him and playfully patted him on the shoulder, adding: "I think you could make a fortune with predicting." She winked.

[the-old-willow-tree]

I finally bought everything for everyone I needed. Never again *sighs*

But, hey, I'm finally done with it! Happy Holidays!

[shipsoncrackgraphics]

Based on characters in Mount Olympus High RPG

[oakley-odysseus]

Sterling

[the-old-willow-tree]

Go? What? Where?

[half walks half stumbles after him] Oakley, where are you taking me?

[oakley-odysseus]

We’re having lunch together, come on.

[leads them to the top floor, turns towards the nook where the access door to the roof is]

Now this is usually locked but…

…this won’t be a problem.

[lets go of her hand and takes out a tension wrench and a pick from his bag and starts picking at the lock with it]

Do watch out for passersby please…

[the-old-willow-tree]

What, in the name of Gods are you doing? [frowns at him, but turns around to watch for unwanted passers]

It's clear... For now.

[the-old-willow-tree]

Onward, human, to glory! Sort of. \ Persia & Oakley

[the-old-willow-tree]

"You can say I’m a sucker for ships. I could live in one for sure and whenever we’re on holiday with our ship I never wish to return to the land. You can say I’m female Davy Jones." Persia laughed, amused by the though of having an octopus’ face.

"Oh, how dreadful. You actually enjoy shopping with me." She flashed him with a devilish smirk "…For now, at least." She winked. "Don’t worry. I won’t turn out into a raging shopping demon. That is certainly not how I am." She shook her head, sighing. If there was one thing Persia Willow couldn’t understand it was hard core shopping. If she saw something she liked and needed she’d buy it. If not, she’d leave immediately.

Persia followed Oakley to the small, magician’s shop, and noticed everything at the same time. Giggling girls, fortune teller’s stand, crystals, amulets, talismans… His question drew her attention back to him and she turned to eye him amusingly. “Not really. However, you sailor, seem like you need someone to approve those winds to you.” She smirked as she nudged him towards the stand. “Go on. Unless you want me to go first?” Persia mused, walking towards one of the crystals which caught her eye.

[oakley-odysseus]

“Oh no, we can have a bit of fun with it together, trust me,” Oakley chuckled as he nudged her right back, then pulled her by the hand towards the fortune telling booth he spotted at the back. If there was one thing from his childhood the boy didn’t get tired of doing, it was playing pretend.

“Wait, your family owns a ship?!” He was astonished by the fact and was almost ready to swear she was pulling his leg, but it wasn’t like he knew her at all before this trip. They could have a ship, and Oakley tried to mentally go through the ships he’s seen throughout almost a lifetime of hanging out by the shipyard, wondering if one of those had been owned by the Willows.

He pulled aside the curtain and found the booth empty – “oh yeah,” – and he nodded to his companion to get in before closing the curtain behind them, dimming the surroundings a little. There was a small, round table, with one armchair on one side and a pair of smaller ones on the other, presumably where the customers sit.

“Alright, Madame Persia,” he said mischievously as he sat down on of the smaller chairs, holding his hand out, palm facing upwards, “Care to read my fortune?”

[the-old-willow-tree]

"Well, yes. It's not a yacht or a speed boat. I think it's a kind of its own." Persia chuckled. "Around 9 meters long without sails, two motors one Diesel, which was actually a truck engine, and the other VM. It has a bathroom, nothing too large or luxurious but hey... That steel thing is unsinkable." She mused. Persia was bit both surprised and flattered when he pulled her by the hand towards the booth/curtain with the fortune teller.

Looking around to the dimmed and quite private surroundings, Persia noticed something with looked like tarot cards on the table, but her attention was drawn back to Oakley as he sat and amusingly held his palm out to her. She arched her eyebrow and laughed. "I don't think I can qualify much as a witch, but I guess I can give it a shot, hm?" She noticed the mischievous glimpse in his eye and she's decided to play along.

Sitting the opposite of him, Persia held his palm as ideas spun in her mind. "Well, mister Oakley, I can see you will live long and prosperous life" she started as she drew her index finger slowly across the contour of, what she dimly remembered from a movie, was a line of Life "You might have some troubles along the road and it does look like a bumpy ride, but eventually all will turn out well for you." Persia drew her finger across the slightly interrupted lines and, slowly drawing her finger back she made another assumption. "I predict your life will be kick-ass, but beware, you might lose something you value on the way." It was a common freaking movie line, but she was quite satisfied of how her "prediction" turned out.

"Your turn, Monsieur Oakley?" Persia added, smirking and holding up her palm.

[the-old-willow-tree]

Onward, human, to glory! Sort of. \ Persia & Oakley

[the-old-willow-tree]

Persia simply nodded as he accompanied her out of the shop. It indeed was a good find. Her father was large fan of schooners, and ships in general, and it was passion he passed on to his daughter. Persia didn’t hide her love and knowledge in ships, but neither was she running around pulling on people’s sleeves and bragging about it. “Good find indeed. I dare say my heart sang when I saw it. Its undeniable my father would love it; when it comes to ships he and I have the exact taste.” She smiled.

Chuckling a bit when he made an offer about carrying her bag, she shook her head. “It’s okay. I’m used on carrying heavier objects, such as terrified dog to the vets. This practically weights nothing.” She mused. “Besides, you’re putting up with my shopping, which is bad enough, I really shouldn’t torture you as a mule in addition.” Persia grinned as they walked towards, what it seemed, as a shop with dream-catchers and crystals. Not something she had in mind for buying, but maybe Oakley had someone with interests as such and she paused thoughtfully waiting for him to decide whether they shall proceed or stop there.

[oakley-odysseus]

“Your heart sang? Glad to hear that then,” Oakley chuckled with amusement. It was a little rare for him to hear someone say the phrase with earnestness as Persia did, but the boy would be quite the contender, as he may have heard his own heart sing upon learning that she actually liked ships herself, not just her father. Well there’s another interest the two of them share other than adopted dogs.

“Really, I’m finding that it’s not so much of a torture shopping with you,” he insisted, though there was a catch, “…for now.” He smirked at her; maybe she’ll remain an angel all day, maybe she’ll turn into a diva later. Whichever it was, Oakley was prepared to see the trip through.

When she paused by the next shop, he waited for her to make her mind, until he realized a second later than she was waiting for him to make up his mind. Oakley gave Persia a sceptical look, before he shrugged as he pushed open the door just as a couple of older girls were heading out, laughing as they did so.

Oakley stepped aside and held the door open for them, one of which gave him a saucy wink as she passed by. Smiling to himself, he caught sight of a small sign in the shop which mentioned fortune telling, and the boy nodded in its direction as he addressed his companion. “Do you believe in any of that?”

[the-old-willow-tree]

"You can say I'm a sucker for ships. I could live in one for sure and whenever we're on holiday with our ship I never wish to return to the land. You can say I'm female Davy Jones." Persia laughed, amused by the though of having an octopus' face.

"Oh, how dreadful. You actually enjoy shopping with me." She flashed him with a devilish smirk "...For now, at least." She winked. "Don't worry. I won't turn out into a raging shopping demon. That is certainly not how I am." She shook her head, sighing. If there was one thing Persia Willow couldn't understand it was hard core shopping. If she saw something she liked and needed she's buy it. If not, she'd leave immediately.

Persia followed Oakley to the small, magician's shop, and noticed everything at the same time. Giggling girls, fortune teller's stand, crystals, amulets, talismans... His question drew her attention back to him and she turned to eye his amusingly. "Not really. However, you sailor, seem like you need someone to approve those winds to you." She smirked as she nudged him towards the stand. "Go on. Unless you want me to go first?" Persia mused, walking towards one of the crystals which caught her eye.

[oakley-odysseus]

Sterling

[the-old-willow-tree]

Yes, you can say I’m a bit disappointed.

Will you? You have me interested now.

[oakley-odysseus]

Of course. Let’s go.

[grabs her by the hand and heads for the stairs]

[the-old-willow-tree]

Go? What? Where?

[half walks half stumbles after him] Oakley, where are you taking me?

[the-menacing-ker]

What in the name of Hell

is freaking going on here?

Why is everybody so… Annoyingly weird?

[the-old-willow-tree]

I wondered that too.

[the-old-willow-tree]

Onward, human, to glory! Sort of. \ Persia & Oakley

[the-old-willow-tree]

"I know, my parents said the same, but I don’t know… I think at least another dog could keep her company when I’m in school and my dad back in the base. My mom is usually cooped up in her, sort of, craftsman room so lady would most of the day be alone. So…" She shrugged as the shopkeeper appeared and nudged them to look something else in addition. But, Persia’s mind was set on the schooner and schooner alone.

"It is okay, thank you. I have already made my mind. I would like this schooner, please." She took it from its place on the shelf and walked behind the shopkeeper, who was smiling overly widely that she’s chosen the model. Playing for it, she briefly turned to glance at the other models, not really seeing them, as she was making a mental note on which type of fabric to get her mother. Afterwards, it only left finding, most likely rescuing, a puppy for Lady. Persia smiled to the shopkeeper as he handed her bag with her father’s schooner.

"Thank you." She smiled and turned towards Oakley. "Have you seen anything for yourself?" Persia turned her smile to him.

[oakley-odysseus]

“No, I think I’ll skip on the wood stuff this year.” Oakley held an amused smile, as her question was to him like a test of sorts, as if his id was playing up his fondness for ships and egging him to buy something. But like he had told himself beforehand, he was only here to look and keep Persia company.

“So, shall we?” The boy then asked, before the shopkeeper could ever think of making another offer of any of his merchandise on either of them. “It’s a good find, by the way,” he added as he led the way, pushing the door open and making the bell chime once more. He again held the door for the girl before giving the shopkeeper one last polite smile and stepping out into the street.

“It’s not very heavy, is it?” he checked. “I could… you know, carry it, if you like.” He had conditioned himself that he might end up carrying stuff for her eventually; at least, he almost always ends up being pack mule when accompanying a female shopper.

[the-old-willow-tree]

Persia simply nodded as he accompanied her out of the shop. It indeed was a good find. Her father was large fan of schooners, and ships in general, and it was passion he passed on to his daughter. Persia didn't hide her love and knowledge in ships, but neither was she running around pulling on people's sleeves and bragging about it. "Good find indeed. I dare say my heart sang when I saw it. Its undeniable my father would love it; when it comes to ships he and I have the exact taste." She smiled.

Chuckling a bit when he made an offer about carrying her bag, she shook her head. "It's okay. I'm used on carrying heavier objects, such as terrified dog to the vets. This practically weights nothing." She mused. "Besides, you're putting up with my shopping, which is bad enough, I really shouldn't torture you as a mule in addition." Persia grinned as they walked towards, what it seemed, as a shop with dream-catchers and crystals. Not something she had in mind for buying, but maybe Oakley had someone with interests as such and she paused thoughtfully waiting for him to decide whether they shall proceed or stop there.