What Goes Around | Silas

[mackenzie rose hawthorne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15 15 15 15px; background-image: url(http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv115/zloreceile/Patterns/COLOURloverscom-Manly-Man_Stripe.png?t=1324421742); background-repeat:repeat-xy; width: 375px;] Tag | Luna Notes | n/a Outfit | click It was official, summer was over and the time to stress over school and grades was about to begin. It made the smile falter from the blonde girls lips for a moment, this summer had been one to remember, it had been the first one in a long time which she wished didn’t have to end. After heading back home to Tennessee for the two month break she ran into her high school crush. At first it was an awkward reunion and she had figured it was going to be just that, a five minute conversation before they went separate ways again. Instead, to the girls delight, he asked if she wanted to go see a movie to catch up more. Although all they did was hang out it made her summer, Mac had even thought that she was beginning to crush on him again at one point. That had been one of the times she wished she could throw away her virginity without a second thought like all the other girls in San Francisco. It made her jealous, seeing how easy going and free spirited they all were about their bodies. Of course Mackenzie knew she was pretty and had a nice body she just couldn’t bring herself to flaunt it in the mini shorts and tank tops. The whole situation hadn’t bothered her until she arrived back a couple weeks ago to see what everyone else was wearing compared to her. In her home town she never stuck out since most girls wore the same types of things to appease their parents but here she was out of her element. Her wardrobe had her sticking out like a sore thumb. The girl let out a sigh, after two years of living in the big city she finally gave in and went shopping. Buying a few unnecessary things for back to school. Mac had never been the type to worry about fitting in but here it was you either fit in or you’re on your own. It sucked and of course she was still quite conservative with her attire but she felt a little less self conscious in the slightly shorter dresses and shorts. It amazed her how her mind reacted to seeing all the other girls her age wearing different clothes. Having never followed a trend in her life it made her sad knowing she allowed herself to be driven to change her style, even if it was just by her own mind. Never the less, Mac had decided to give one last hoorah to one of her favourite things about summer. If you asked her to count how many times she found herself at the frozen yogurt stand the number would be sad. Yet here she found herself again, it became one of her thinking places, somewhere she used to escape reality for awhile. Heading up to the machine Mac eyed it for a moment, trying to decide what kind she wanted today. Once she picked, she grabbed it and headed to one of the tables placed around the area. ”Oh damn it.” Imeditatly she realized that she forgot to grab a spoon, pushing herself up from the table she went back to the counter, stepping on someone’s foot on her way by. Losing her balance Mac fell over, landing on her hands and knees. Trying not to curse she pushed herself off, brushing away the dirt that clung to her dress. Turning around a bright red flush claimed her cheeks. "I am so sorry! Are you alright?" She asked a slightly panicked tone taking over her voice. It was then that she noticed the blood trickling down her knee. Did she really manage to cut herself? How embarrassing. (c) to Zlorecile of caution aka Bellatrix of WA

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[silas maverick st. james]

Today wasn't that great of a day for this easily-irritated New Yorker. He'd tried to make a call to his stubborn dick of a father to see if he could maybe, just maybe, unblock their credit cards but nooooooooooo. Why would he ever do that? Not to mention Mathilda's guide dog was getting old and not working as well as he should be, though he knew Mattie would never want to replace the old boy. And to top it all off, he ran out of cocaine this morning and couldn't get a hold of his dealer, so he was running on half the powder he normally operated on. This, of course, made him even more irritable than he usually was, not to mention sluggish and not entirely focused today. He was pretty sure he failed a test as a result of this, too.

“Shit,” He growled to himself, raking a hand through his brown hair, “I can't afford to fail out of college again.”

Because, if he didn't smarten out his act, that's exactly where he was headed. Failuredom. That wasn't a word. He didn't give a shit. With a low growl, Silas marched into the yogurt place. California wasn't good enough for him. He hated it here. He missed New York, with it's abundance of fashion and desperate women trying to make it as fashion models, just ripe for the picking. Sure, there were plenty of wannabe actresses to go around, as close as he was to Los Angeles, Hollywood and Beverly Hills that he was, but this being California he really couldn't be sure the women he hit on here would be straight. As he head towards the counter, his foot was stepped on by some strange woman and he could only watch helplessly as she tumbled to the floor, his reaction time nowhere near what it should have been. His emotional response, too, took a moment before it took place, the anger irrationally spreading through his body.

“What the fuck do ya think you're doing, huh?!” He snapped at the girl, attempting to fix the miniscule dent she left in his shoes, “These are fucking designer shoes, bitch!” A moment later, he noticed that her knee was bleeding and he forced himself to take deep, calming breaths. “Ugh, ya okay?” he rolled his eyes, grabbing her arm and lifting her up gently to her feet. He stuck a hand in his pocket and pulled out some polysporin, handing it and a spare bandaid to the young woman. “Seriously, though, I think you left a mark on my shoes.” he grumbled, inspecting the shoes in question before glancing once more at her knee. “Oh, you'll need to clean up the bleeding before you polysporin it 'nd bandaid it. Here.” He muttered, pulling a moist towelette packet out of his pocket and passing it to her.

“Since ya so gracefully decided to hug the floor with your face, I might as well get yer name, huh? I'm Silas St. James, son of the well known lawyer, Simon St. James. Ya've probably heard of him?” He smirked, waiting for her shocked reaction.

OUTFIT

[mackenzie rose hawthorne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15 15 15 15px; background-image: url(http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv115/zloreceile/Patterns/COLOURloverscom-Manly-Man_Stripe.png?t=1324421742); background-repeat:repeat-xy; width: 375px;] Tag | Luna Notes | n/a Outfit | click It had to be the most embarrassing thing she could have done, who trips and falls down on a first meeting? You heard about people bumping into each other or tripping and being caught, both of those were so much more romantic then ‘I fell on my face’. Not that there was a reason to be worried about how romantic a meeting was but she could just imagine telling her friends about this day. ‘Hey guys, I tripped over a guy’s foot and cut up my leg, it was a great day.’ Yeah, that was exactly how it would go, and she was in a dress. Whose idea was it for such cruel and unusual punishment? Pushing back the blush which was crawling along her cheeks she turned around to apologize to the poor soul she had used as a speed bump. Immediately a look of shock and disgust took over. Had he seriously just said that? It wasn’t like she started the day wanting to trip on someone and make a fool of herself. Placing a delicate smile on her lips she tried to be polite. ”I’m incredibly sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going. It’s my fault.” She was proud of herself, not many girls would say sorry about being called a bitch. Who called someone a bitch on the first meeting anyway? Taking a deep breath she looked into the guys eyes. ”However even though I am sorry I do not appreciate your use of language.” A hand took place on her hip, she could forgive people for anything and she was sure this would be no different but that didn’t mean she was going to let it slide completely. Her eyes drifted back down to her own knee when he asked if she was okay. ”I’ll be fine, thanks.” The tone of her voice was questionable, unable to understand the change in his mood. ”Yeah well shoes are replaceable.” She muttered under her breath, mostly inaudible. Materialism was something she never figured out, no matter how focused she became it was an idea which was beyond her. In her mind material goods were nice but friends and family were far more important in the grand scheme of things. Give her a name brand purse and of course she would be happy but give her a best friend and she would be ecstatic. About to give up on the entire conversation she began to turn away just as he spoke up again, handing her what seemed like an alcohol swab. ”Uh, yeah, thank you.” Taking the small package she slipped it into her purse for when she got to the bathroom. This man was confusing her, one moment he was bitching about his shoes and the next he was worried about her knee? What was up with the guys in this town, it was as if they couldn’t make up their mind on who they wanted to be one day to the other. And for some reason the woman loved it, she was constantly surprised by the differences in culture here in San Francisco compared to Tennessee. Not that it was worth all the thought she put into it. His next words sent the blush back along her neck, coughing in order to try and hide it she brushed a hand through her blonde locks. ”Mackenzie Hawthorne.” She said, looking across the tables to see if anyone else was watching, turning her head back to him she frowned. Unsure of why he expected her to know who he was. ”Uh, sorry, but no. I haven’t heard of him.” Cocky too, well wasn’t this guy just a charmer. ”Either way, it’s nice to meet you. Thanks again for the wipe.” Patting the side of her purse she gave the man a smile. Glancing down at her knee she was relieved to see that the bleeding had stopped, all she had to do was clean it up and she would be good to go. (c) to Zlorecile of caution aka Bellatrix of WA

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[silas maverick st. james]

Had Silas been a better mood this day, he might have found it funny that she'd fallen. Cute, even. Maybe he'd catch her, be her hero, flirt with her and win her heart and body for the night. However, this was not the case on this particular day, and thus was his bitchy primadonna drama mood in this moment. He didn't care about anyone but himself (and his sister) this day, every other Californian could suck a dick for all he cared. That being said, he was a human and even he felt some measure of pity for the clumsy woman before him, very mildly amused by the fact that she was in a dress. Still, contempt and disdain and irrational anger was his predominant emotion, and that was what it was going to stay as.

A cruel smirk took over his face when he saw the disdain on her face. Seemed she wasn't as gentle as she would have liked to appear, though he had to admit he was surprised by the apology. If she didn't have a southern accent, he would have thought she was Canadian. Who did she think she was, being so polite? How dare she make him feel bad for being a New Yorker? What a stupid little bitch. "Yeah, well, ya should watch where you're goin', lady. This isn't the south, with your small towns and folksy ways. This is New -- Uh, I mean, California." He frowned, his attitude sapping immediately when he corrected himself, "It's California. People move a lot faster here, and there's a lot of them. So, ya know, watch yourself. Else things coud've been worse. Might've tripped and cracked your head open. Gotta be careful, dangerous world." he finished lamely, irritated with himself. He was seriously done with these rapid moodswings. Where the fuck was his dealer when he needed him?! A quick glance at his phone revealed to him -- for the umpteenth time today -- that no, he hadn't missed a text. There was still no response. Silas cursed under his breath, muttering some uncomplimentary things about the nerve and irresponsibility of some people, his mood once again sour. He needed another bump soon, else things could get really out of hand.

A scowl replaced the awkward look on his face, blue eyes narrowing in anger. "Not these ones, I don't exactly have the money to replace these right now." he spoke, venom dripping from every word. However, he realized he couldn't continue to be so rude to this woman -- say what you want about him, but he was usually a perfect gentlemen to vulnerable women, thanks to his sister -- so, with a heavy sigh he raked a hand through his dark brown hair irritably once again. "Hey, listen, I'm sorry, aigh'? I'm just havin' a bad day 'cuz a friend owes me some shit and he hasn't followed through yet, the cockmunch. I'm normally a pretty decent guy -- just don't ask anyone else 'cuz they're all lyin' when they say I'm a dick." He paused, "Well, I can be, but not to the damsels in distress usually. Can't really be as impatient as I am today, with a disabled family member 'n all, ya know?" He chuckled, even as his entire body flamed with internal rage. He really needed to beat something up. Not that he was a particularly physically capable person, really. Aside from the bare minimum needed to keep himself in shape -- jogging on treadmills for his cardio and weights for toning, maybe punch a punching bag a few times to control his quick-cycling anger issues -- he didn't really like being too active. Just like how he didn't like to debate anymore than he had to. Honestly, if it weren't for his father he would never have gone into law. What he would have gone into, he had no idea, but definitely not law. It was way too much work.

He wasn't really sure why he had said such a thing, though. Normally, he wouldn't have mentioned his sister on first meeting -- hell, he only mentioned her if she came up, not that he was ashamed of her (he loved her dearly, in fact, and she was the only thing he cared about aside from himself) but simply because it was never relevent to the topic and it made people uncomfortable to randomly talk about his blind sister unless the topic of family was somehow brought up. So, why had he mentioned it now? He had no reason to want to keep her around -- the only excuse he could come up -- especially since she was inconsequential to him, but... "All insults aside, though, your accent is pretty damned cute."

[mackenzie rose hawthorne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15 15 15 15px; background-image: url(http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv115/zloreceile/Patterns/COLOURloverscom-Manly-Man_Stripe.png?t=1324421742); background-repeat:repeat-xy; width: 375px;] Tag | Luna Notes | n/a Outfit | click ”Don’t worry, I’m well aware this isn’t the south.” Mac spoke, a hand resting on her hip. If it wasn’t for the fact it was rude to walk away she would have been long gone by now. Though it did amuse her how quickly he began to back track after his mess up. ”I’ve been here for a couple years, I’m gotten used to the hustle and bustle, thanks for the warning though.” Had she been any other person she was sure there would have been some yelling involved or hurt feelings but she could tell this man’s mind of somewhere else and if he wanted to take that out on everyone around him then so be it. It wasn’t like she was going to have to talk to him again after this so it had no effect on her if he had no friends. ”I’ll keep that in mind next time I forget to look where I’m going.” She gave the name a charming southern smile as he glanced at his phone. ”You can go if you have somewhere to be.” Brushing off her skirt once more, she frowned, noticing a tear for the first time. This was what she got for buying new clothes, she never had been good at keeping things in working condition. Letting out a sigh she brought her eyes back to the man in front of her as she began to get angry again. ”Look, I’m sorry about your shoes and I’ll give you some money to replace them if you want, you’ll just have to come with me to a bank machine.” Grabbing for her purse she riffled through it, looking for her wallet. A hand went back to brush her hair out of her face as he started talking again, letting go of her purse she glanced at him, a frown furrowing her lips for a moment. ”It’s fine, I hope your friend shows up with whatever they owe you soon then.” If it wasn’t for how rude he was the guy would actually be incredibly attractive. She took a moment to sneak a peak, quickly glancing up and down before covering it by looking at her phone. He was dressed quite formally which made her think he had somewhere more important to be then standing here talking to her. A small giggle escaped her lips at her words. ”Well people often lie, don’t they?” ”I’m not quite a damsel in distress.” Mac informed him, taking slight offence to the term. Hell she didn’t need someone worrying over her that she didn’t know. That was what family was for and she damn well could take care of herself. If there was one thing that the woman couldn’t stand it was people implying that she was weak or needed help. Call it stubborn or stupid but it was her and if she didn’t ask for your help than she didn’t want it. Almost immediately she felt bad, boy did she hate how easily she was guilt tripped, though she doubted that was what he was after. ”It’s sweet that you help out with your family.” The thought pulled at her heart a little. Taking a quick look at her knee she frowned, the blood was drying and starting to look all kinds of nasty. ”It’s been interesting but I should get going. Have to get to class and all that.” And now a new idea for lunch, no way she was going to go get frozen yogurt now. Just as she was about to turn away and wave he spoke up again. A scarlet red flushed over her cheeks for a moment. ”Ah...” She coughed, taken off guard by his sudden compliment. ”Thank you.” Mac stood still rather awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do now that it seemed like he was going to continue the conversation. How lucky was she, first she had to trip over a stereotypical New Yorker and now she didn’t know how to escape. There was no way the day could get any better. (c) to Zlorecile of caution aka Bellatrix of WA

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