I need some things... (Wicked, open)

[Wicked]

Well he was an affectionate fucker, wasn't he? That wasn't quite what she had expected of him. Not that she was complaining, oddly enough. Nobody else had ever gotten close enough to her to attempt what he'd just succeeded in doing. She really did hate being touched. At least, she thought she did. She wasn't so sure now.

She simply smiled at him when he asked if she'd enjoyed being his rag doll. Something told her he already knew the answer to that question.

Dolly found herself being lifted into Julian's arms and was a little bit surprised. She wouldn't have been surprised if he'd left her there but she figured that it wasn't actually concern for her that caused him to do so.

She wasn't ungrateful, but she'd be lying if she said she enjoyed being carried. She didn't like to rely on anybody for anything simply because she hadn't been able to do so her entire life. Everyone fucked up, shipped from foster home to foster home because she was a 'problem child', the bitch was fucking scorned.

Nobody did ask, however, and when the sensation of a bullet ripping through her gut subsided enough for her to walk, she made a point of meeting his gaze with her bright blue eyes before bothering to speak.

"Put me down.

[/b]" her tone and face were completely unreadable, which was entirely intentional. She'd made a very specific point in completely disassociating from any emotions whatsoever. Aside from the panic. The panic was incredibly prevalent right now.

She had NO idea what had just happened or why she was in so much pain, this day had already been particularly overwhelming. When she'd looked to Julian for a few minutes of company she'd hardly thought it would lead to her deflowering in a fitting room.

As she walked with Julian, holding and squeezing his hand because she really still couldn't take the pain, her discomfort was incredibly obvious. Besides her already slightly goofy walk due to what they'd just done, she was hunched over slightly, her free hand gripping her gut where the pain originated.

Had she actually given a shit about herself, she would have requested to be brought back to the mansion and down to the medbay.

But fuck that.

She'd just come back as a ghost and haunt the fuck out of the mansion. She should be able to do that right?

So Dolly followed Julian wherever it was he was going.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Julian Keller]

"Put me down."

When Dolly asked to be put back down on the ground Julian responded by setting her down, gently, on her feet on the sidewalk. He reflected, with a great deal of satisfaction, that she was still walking funny. When the girl grabbed his hand he didn't pull it back from her, that would have been the wrong move. Still, he couldn't miss the fact that she seemed to be having stomach pain. That was obvious, and as she squeezed his hand it was painfully obvious. Well, painful might have been pushing it a bit.

"Maybe you should unsommon your ghosts," Julian suggested on the off chance that the pain was the cause of her being too far away from her constructs or whatever they were. "Maybe you hurt because you're too far away from them... or because I put a baby in you. I didn't put a baby in you, did I?"

Finding another nice clothing shop he liked he pushed open the door and ushered Dolly inside. "Try not to destroy this one, I do have some things I need to buy," he whispered in her ear. "You can tag along or find a place to sit and I can collect you on the way out... and then lunch. I don't know how you could be hungry though, I already fed you." He winked down at Dolly and waited for her to make a decision about what she wanted to do.

[Wicked]

It was a good thing that Julian didn't withdraw his hand because Dolly probably would have fallen over. She definitely wouldn't have been holding it by choice, this was a hand holding session of necessity. She needed the physical support.

'Maybe you should unsummon your ghosts,'

Gee, I wish I'd thought of that. For once, the thought didn't just come barreling out of her mouth, she was in a little too much pain for that. It was gradually getting better thought. "I can't, I can summon them at will, but it usually happens when I don't want to and I can't make them go away...

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Her power was creepy. Creepier still that she couldn't will her spectres to go away but she could will them to do almost anything else. Julian went on to suggest reasons for her pain. The fact that she was far away from her apparitions had never bothered her before. But then he dropped an idea that was possibly the most horrifying thing she'd ever heard in her entire life. Not to mention, her anxiety was already up from the pain itself.

'...or because I put a baby in you. I didn't put a baby in you, did I?'[/i]

Well f***. The statement itself was juvenile and she knew that it wasn't possible to be pregnant immediately after f***ing, but now the idea was in her head. She hadn't thought about that until he mentioned it, the possibility of reproduction.

Dolores stopped dead in her tracks, the colour draining completely from her face as she just stood and stared at him, wide eyed. Like a deer in headlights. Slowly, things started to click inside her head. What they had just done, the implications and indeed, the possible repercussions.

He led her into another store and asked her not to destroy this one, eventually leading her to a place to sit when she continued her non-responsive manner. Indeed, she really hadn't heard a word he'd said, the possibility of procreation scared her more than anything.

She wasn't sure how he'd managed it, she wasn't sure what the f*** was going on right now, but she was vulnerable. Incredibly vulnerable, and as she waited for him to do whatever it was he was doing, she sat silently freaking out.

If it was true, if something did come of this she knew damn well what her reaction would be. But that didn't stop her from freaking out, it didn't mean that she wanted to deal with that. What she needed right now was for someone to calm her the f*** down, but that wasn't likely to happen.

She just wanted to go home, but she didn't know where that was.[/blockquote][/justify]

[Julian Keller]

Julian stood there and looked down at Dolly as she sat on the bench where he had seated her. The view down her top was pretty great from his vantage point, still he couldn't help but notice she'd suddenly become very quiet and that she even looked a little bit. Scared. Why would she be scared?

Julian stood there in front of her for a moment, pondering the best course of action. On the one hand, he'd come into the city to get some things accomplished. So far, nothing had been done. Will, Dolly had been done, but there were still the actual errands to do. Of course, if he wandered off now when she seemed in need that might affect future rolls in the hay and he didn't want that.

Quietly he slid onto the bench next to Dolly and slid an arm around her shoulders in a reassuring manner, hugging her to his side. "Hey, you got quiet all of a sudden. You alright," he asked trying to be comforting while also sneaking another peek down the corset. He was feeling generous since she had just slept with him.

[Wicked]

Wicked just sort of, sat... and stared off into the ether as Julian sat on the bench beside her and slid his arm around her shoulders, asking if she was alright.

Noooo, I am not okaayyy, you mentioned the unmentionable. Whhyyy did you dooo thattt!?

[/i]

More things she thought that didn't immediately come flying out of her mouth. Though, she would go on to eventually make a fool of herself. She always did. This would be no exception. Maybe. Perhaps.

Normally, she would have told him to fuck off, don't touch her. Just do what he needed to do and take her back to the school.

But not today.

In less than an hour he'd inspired the most ridiculous shit from her. He managed to get her to play his game, distract the general public and police force with her powers, inspired an incredible panic attack and he was about to get something that nobody else had ever seen from her... did I forget to mention that in the process he'd managed to steal away with her virginity?

Dolly leaned her head on his shoulder for a moment, the dazed look leaving her face briefly as she sighed. She closed her eyes and took a moment to breathe, assuring herself that his drop of the b-word was inconsequential, nothing would come of their little rendezvous.

"I'll live,[/b]" she said in an almost curt tone, her breath leaving slowly as she spoke. She was trying desperately to keep her anxiety under control but it just wasn't working. "Never...ever... bring that up again.[/b]"

Dolly was clearly still dazed, and her gut was only feeling moderately better. She was still feeling particularly vulnerable which was a terrible, terrible thing. Against her better judgement, she turned her head and kissed Julian. Gently. On the lips.

Hell must have frozen over.

"Go do what you need to do.[/b]"[/justify][/blockquote]

[Julian Keller]

Right where he wanted her. Dolly was putty in his hands if that kiss was any indicator. In truth he hadn't expected the remark about babies to have the affect that it had had on her. It had been an honest question. Still, it seemed to have done something positive that was promoting his case and who was he to argue with results?

She seemed to be doing better now though than a few minutes ago and when she repeated her directive to send him off to get his shopping done. He nipped at Dolly's neck and then slipped his arm from around her shoulders then got to his feet. He didn't think it was all that likely that she was going to wander off while he was getting his shopping done. If she did, one less thing to worry about on the ride back to the school.

Turning his back on Dolly he wandered off into the store, occasionally looking back to check on Dolly lest she think that he had forgotten her. Slowly he pawed through the racks of suits, looking for something that caught his eye. Something that would stick out in a crowd. That no one else would have. Something that was flashy, but not necessarily lout.

And, there in front of him, he found it.

The suit was made of some kind of sleek and shiny material with black pin-striping. Just as important it was the complete suit with a vest, tie, pocket square, and everything. Pulling the garment from the rack he checked it, of course he knew his size.

Perfect.

The problem was that there wasn't enough green in the suit. With the suit in his hands he wandered over in the direction of the tie racks. For several minutes he looked and poked through what was for sale until he found what he wanted. A tie, pocket square, and cufflink set that would be perfect for the splash of green he wanted. Last, but not least, the shoes to complete the ensemble. This would do nicely and no one else would have access to something like this for school formal functions. He'd stick out, which is what he wanted, but not as much as if he'd gone and found a Zoot Suit.

Taking everything to the register he paid for the purchases, which were bagged, and then made his way back over to where Dolly was still seated. He was a bit surprised she hadn't bolted, but not too disappointed. On the one hand, it meant he'd have to get her what would either be a late lunch or an early dinner. On the other, and more important hand though, it was a good omen for a future round two of their earlier amorous activities.

"Better now? Ready to take off," has asked, sitting down the bags and resuming a seat on the bench next to the gothic girl.

[Wicked]

This... this was definitely not where he wanted Dolly. But he didn't know that.

Dolly was a weird girl, there was no real being able to predict her next move. She was a bit of a wildcard, although not particularly in a violent way. She was emotionally unstable, obviously so, and her possessiveness was shoddy at best.

She sat and waited patiently as Julian did what he needed to do, pondering. The events of the day had been an incredible amount of fun, if a little bit dangerous. By the time Julian had returned, she'd already gone over all sorts of different scenarios in her head.

Wicked wasn't the type of girl to date in the traditional sense, then again she wasn't the type of girl to give herself willingly in such... oh no wait, she totally was. That situation had been hot as hell and totally worked for her.

She didn't know what she really liked yet, but being left bruised after being tossed around in a change room was definitely one of those things.

This was definitely a person she'd have to pursue for later experiences.

But there was no telling what she'd do at this point if she saw him with another girl. She'd have liked to think that she was not attached, that she wasn't that kind of psychopath but the truth of the matter was... he'd taken something special from her and had bashed his way through her defenses... however unintentionally.

Dolly was not a girl you wanted to stress out and then comfort. She was not a girl you wanted to stress out. She was 100% unstable.

She looked up at him as he approached the bench again, her expression not changing, not softening at all. This was the part where she needed to pretend that nothing bothered her, nothing touched her, nothing made her feel anything at all.

"Yeah, whatever. Let's go.

[/b]"[/justify][/blockquote]

[Julian Keller]

OOC: Sowwy this is so short Pewwy... don't know where to take this now.

Lacing his fingers together Julian cracked all his knuckles like a master pianist and stood up, gathering his shopping in the process. Sliding the bags onto one arm he slipped an arm around Dolly and guided her to her feet. In the process his hand may have wandered a bit, but not nearly to the extent that they had wandered in the first shop. In a few moments he had guided the raven haired goth out of the shop and back onto the street.

"That's my only stop... you want lunch," Julian asked, beginning to head back in the direction of where he had parked his car. His plan was to drop off the shopping and then wander around until he saw something to eat that he and Dolly were suitably dressed for and that he wanted.

Sushi, in particular, sounded good.