exo/ f(x), tao/victoria
anonymous
August 13 2012, 15:42:51 UTC
This first-aid kit is almost as pathetic as his wallet, though the multiple coloured plasters definitely make up for the lack of (any) colours in the folds of his faux Gucci wallet.
This was one of the better street chases. The robber, a forty something year old looking man with a long body and short thighs, had made off with the central bank's store of keys from the security office and a box of blue ballpoint pens.
The police, the laziest you'd ever meet, didn't see the need to chase after them, but Tao did. He knew the true potential behind keys, after those times he'd gone off with the keys from the grand concert hall downtown, only to return at night to illegally stage his own rock show for free.
Victoria, the sulkier of the two, had decided to remain at the bank to dust for fingerprints. The police were kind of stingy with the powder, so she just decided to save herself the trouble and used powder from her compact.
It's been a while since he's gone skateboarding, and it should have occured to him that it was necessary to practice at least once in a while to prevent unnecessary mishaps like crashing into the back of a taxi, for example. Tao dabs the gash on his arm with a cotton square, before rolling some dressing around it.
The robber got away with a smug smirk hanging on his lips, before driving past a red light and getting caught by the traffic police.
Victoria comes in fifteen minutes later holding two boxes of Happy Meals.
"I got you a Polly Pocket toy. You always seemed like the type," she mumbles as she stuffs the fries into her mouth.
Victoria falls onto the mattress on the floor, blouse riding up to reveal the two nicotine patches she's pasted on either side of her belly.
"Are you sure you're pasting it correctly?" Tao questions, pointing at the upside down dancing cartoon cigarette on the patch.
Victoria snarls, obviously offended. She points at Tao's dressing, which has begun to unravel at the sides and has a tiny bit of blood seeping through.
"Are you sure you're dressing yourself correctly?"
Tao frowns, "'Tis only a cut."
There's a beeping sound coming from the monitors at the back, next to an autographed poster of Batman. The screen flashes on to reveal the big boss. It usually only means one thing.
Victoria rolls over onto her stomach and she pretends not to hear. Everything else is only allowed to proceed after she's done with the chicken nuggets.
Re: exo/ f(x), tao/victoria
anonymous
August 17 2012, 22:34:31 UTC
not op but this is greattttt. i like how they're sort of snarky to each other, but you could totally sense the chemistry. wish this was like, 10k of words or something (greedy!)
This was one of the better street chases. The robber, a forty something year old looking man with a long body and short thighs, had made off with the central bank's store of keys from the security office and a box of blue ballpoint pens.
The police, the laziest you'd ever meet, didn't see the need to chase after them, but Tao did. He knew the true potential behind keys, after those times he'd gone off with the keys from the grand concert hall downtown, only to return at night to illegally stage his own rock show for free.
Victoria, the sulkier of the two, had decided to remain at the bank to dust for fingerprints. The police were kind of stingy with the powder, so she just decided to save herself the trouble and used powder from her compact.
It's been a while since he's gone skateboarding, and it should have occured to him that it was necessary to practice at least once in a while to prevent unnecessary mishaps like crashing into the back of a taxi, for example. Tao dabs the gash on his arm with a cotton square, before rolling some dressing around it.
The robber got away with a smug smirk hanging on his lips, before driving past a red light and getting caught by the traffic police.
Victoria comes in fifteen minutes later holding two boxes of Happy Meals.
"I got you a Polly Pocket toy. You always seemed like the type," she mumbles as she stuffs the fries into her mouth.
Victoria falls onto the mattress on the floor, blouse riding up to reveal the two nicotine patches she's pasted on either side of her belly.
"Are you sure you're pasting it correctly?" Tao questions, pointing at the upside down dancing cartoon cigarette on the patch.
Victoria snarls, obviously offended. She points at Tao's dressing, which has begun to unravel at the sides and has a tiny bit of blood seeping through.
"Are you sure you're dressing yourself correctly?"
Tao frowns, "'Tis only a cut."
There's a beeping sound coming from the monitors at the back, next to an autographed poster of Batman. The screen flashes on to reveal the big boss. It usually only means one thing.
Victoria rolls over onto her stomach and she pretends not to hear. Everything else is only allowed to proceed after she's done with the chicken nuggets.
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