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[Dark_Psycho]

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Irish Ice Queen

 

[A C E S]

Jackson Ives



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Subconsciously walking in step with the beat of the band of street drummers’ music, Jack stood tall and straight with his hands in his gray suit pant pockets. Just with a quick glance you could feel the surge of confidence, annoyance and curiosity radiating from his aura. It was of something unworldly but down-to-earth all the same, and that’s just how he was… for the most part. To be honest, he wasn’t exactly sure of how he got into this situation; roaming the black magic district of Rostov. If anything, he would’ve rather been back at his hotel, getting some work done and then go grab some lunch and drinks with a few of his colleagues. But no, Alistair had to drag him out for some “souvenir” shopping.


As if he wanted anything more to remind him of how much this trip sucked. Jack’s eyes wandered to the many merchant booths set up, just speculating of course. But Alistair dared to go all out and check out the items for himself; it was quite pathetic considering Jack was the youngest of the bunch and yet he was the only one who seemed to have some self-control. “Must we really stay? Can’t we just find ourselves a trolley and ride into the next town? It’s rather dreary in these parts.” Jackson sighed, running a firm hand through his sleek, dark brown locks as he stared intently at the back of his friend’s head. If he were to stay any longer, he might just go mental. There wasn’t a pub in sight.


Alistair just ignored Jack's rushed tone and shrugged it off as he continued to catalog through the many jewels and miniature statues laid out at the merchant stand they were currently residing at. "Now, Jack. Mind yourself and have a little fun. This trip isn't all about business and all that serious bullshit, you know." Alistair replied in a somewhat distant tone. He was right. This trip wasn't all about business and he should be having fun. But how on the bloody Earth was he going to "have fun" in a shabby, run-down town like this? Jack just deadpanned the older man before separating from his bubble. There was no use arguing with this stubborn arse.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Ophelia had been walking along the streets, she hadn't want to go home.Ophelia Lock had always liked to walk it made her feel better and cleared her head.Ophelia had accidentally walked into Rostov. She looked around she was so confused how did she land here.


Ophelia was walking along, as she looked at the stalls and shops. Ophelia had taken out her ear buds.She walked into a shop and moved her red hair out of her eye's as she looked at some of the stuff. This place was so odd Ophelia was glad to be out and about. She however was not in the right place for a human. Her eye's wandered over people as she walked past them they were starting to stare after her. One guy was following her. Ophelia moved quickly down the street. She found a spot to hide and let him pass. When he did she slipped out of her hiding spot and ran looking back. Ophelia accidentally bumped into Alistair. His hand caught her elbow and turned her around to him. Ophelia tryed to escape" I am sorry let me go."She says.


Irish Ice Queen

 

[A C E S]

Jackson Ives

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Alistair glared at the girl, looking her up and down when he noticed the peculiar looking pendant around her neck. He could've sworn that he'd seen it before somewhere, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. You could say that he's a collector of all sorts of shiny things, which makes him sort of an expert in antique jewelry. The old man's concentrated gaze now fell on her startled face and he offered her a kind smile to put her at ease. The last thing he wanted was someone calling security. "That's perfectly fine, deary. Say, where'd you get that necklace, if you don't mind me asking?" Alistair asked curiously as he loosened his grip on her elbow and released her. At the sound of Alistair's voice, Jackson turned around with his hands pocketed. His gaze met that of a girl's, a human he supposed, just as she was conversing with Alistair. What in the world is she doing in a place like this? Leaning against the post as he looked her over once more, Jack couldn't quite figure out how this came to be. If the others would've caught on to her scent, surely she would've been kicked out by now.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Ophelia looked at him. She noticed him looking at her necklace. His eyes almost never left it. He finally let her go, she stepped back a bit." It was my mother's passed down from generation to generation. "She says.She put her hand on itm she wasn't quite sure what else to say. She had obviously attracted attention to herself by accident. She saw another man had stopped and was looking at her.She watched him with narrowed eye's. Why were they both looking her so intently."look I just took a wrong turn I am going to go."She wwnt to leave then looked around confused, she wasn't sure where to go. "Can you point me in the direction of st. Petersburg square? "She asks Alistair.


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Alistair nodded slowly, dazing out at her words almost as if he were looking past her for some kind of remembrance. Unfortunately, he got no such reaction, so he opted on setting the subject aside for now. He wouldn't forget a face like that and forgetting a locket like that would take tremendous effort. Shaking his curiosities off for the time being, Alistair cocked a brow at her following question. St. Petersburg Square? "Darling, that's a long ways down the road from here. How the hell did you get from St. Petersburg to here?" Alistair snorted in amusement, shaking his head as he resumed trailing through the array of jewels. Jackson sighed, seeing that evidently, the girl was as confused as deer caught in headlights. True, St. Petersburg was a long way from Rostov... a very long way. But it wasn't impossible. "Sorry, but there's just no way to "point" you in that direction. In American standards -which I'm assuming you are, telling by your accent- That's in a completely different state." Jack replied as honestly as he could as he cut in between Alistair and the girl. "But I'd be more than happy to escort you." He winked as a mischievous smile crept its way onto his lips.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Ophelia huffed and cursed in Russian at Jack." I am not a damn American. "She said looking offended at his statement. " How I got here I walked I jave two legs dont I."She said sarcastic remark."The Names Ophelia if you dont mind.I don't want to be called darling. "She said"state no Idea what you mean. I know most places in russia but never been here. I really dont know how I got here."She said" I took a trolley then at the last stop I started walking. "She said. She went cold her eye's showed no signs of giving up her attitude. " fine you wont help me. Useless." She mutters and stared to walk down the street."they were crazy."Ophelia muttered to herself as she walked along the streets. She still wants looked at shops.


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Jack offered her a mock surprised look as he cocked his brows at her obscene Russian language. He wasn't so much offended as he was intrigued at this point. "Takim obrazam, vy govorite po russki?" [so, you speak russian ?*Slovenian*] But Jack just brushed it off as if it were unnecessary knowledge. She probably just learned the language to impress the locals because her accent was clearly rough and iffy. Maybe she was Canadian or something? Showing no sign of letting her off by herself, Jackson followed after her, hands still pocketed as she browsed through the shops. "Alistair, I think Ms. Ophelia wants me to accompany her." Jack retorted, loud enough for both Ophelia and Alistair to hear. His friend showed no sign of acknowledgement, almost as if he were in his own little world, so he took that as an approval. And if he needed him, he knew where to find him. Trekking after the girl as she floated about the store, Jack's hands grazed the rough linings of the jumpers and jeans lined up in racks. "If you want to get to St. Petersburg so badly, I suggest we head out now. It'll be more than a 6 hour trip." He warned her apathetically.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Ophelia rolled her eye's and turned to him. Her Russian very Clear." Konechno, ya govoryu po-russki. Dumbass. Konechno teper' vy khotite, chtoby pomoch' mne. Teper', yesli vy budete tak lyubezno sprygnut' s mosta."( meaning of course I speak Russian. Dumbass. Course now you want to help me. Do me a favor and jump off a Bridge.). With that she grumbles and folds her arms." Fine if you can help me get back to where I belong I will give you what ever you want to make you go away."She says. She hated his attitude and hated asking for his help, but she needed to get the hell out of here and there was only one way to do that.Ophelia looked at him and gave him the well? look. She was impatient and not a tolerable person to be around all the time. Sometimes she could be as sweet as a Angel. Not today and not to him. She had a cross look on her face.


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