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Post by lethe anastázia prochazka on Jul 13, 2016 18:20:39 GMT -5
  Lethe had a bad habit of finding herself in deep trouble. It was often the kind that she could never quite explain. The stories were always too surreal to comprehend unless you were there. Sometimes, she didn’t even know how it happened, but five minutes and her big mouth later and she was running in the opposite direction and searching out help anywhere she could find it. Lethe wondered if she would ever learn, but it seemed unlikely. For every situation in which she did manage to hold her tongue or pull herself back, there were at least two more occasions where she would do something stupid. This was one of those occasions. Lethe honestly couldn’t say what had happened exactly. She just knew that she had gone out for drinks with friends, accidentally upset a rather suspicious looking boyfriend of a girl she barely knew and in trying to sneak out of the bar’s bathroom window, she had caught the denim of her jeans on something and they had ripped and then caught themselves on the latch. Unless she wanted to hang upside down or go back inside with an entire leg missing from her outfit, she had been left with no choice but to wriggle out of them and land painfully hard on the concrete in nothing but the black lacy underwear covering her lower half. Her top wasn’t even capable of being pulled down to offer some modesty.
Lethe swore to herself in colourful Slovakian, ducking behind a dumpster as she dug her phone out from her bag. She couldn’t exactly go anywhere like she was; at least not without attracting all kinds of attention she didn’t want. The raven haired trouble magnet knew only one person she could turn to right now, and his name lit up on screen as she called his number. “Darcy, just listen to me. I have no pants on right now, and I’m hiding in an alley down the back of Font. I need you to come and play the dashing hero, and bring me some clothes before someone sees what kind of underwear I prefer.” There was really no time for small talk or pleasantries. Lethe didn’t know if this place was a hotspot for the homeless, or couples hooking up, or junkies meeting their dealers. She thought upsetting questionable males with biceps bigger than their heads was enough trouble for one night. It wasn’t like she exited through the bathroom purely for her own amusement. After telling Darcy to hurry his ass up, she ended the call and tugged pointlessly at her top, even though she knew full well it would do nothing. Damn her fashion sense for skin tight clothes with no give.
It felt like a lifetime went by while she was waiting for Darcy to come and save her from whatever awful fate might await her otherwise. Every noise had her ducking behind the dumpster, just in case. Eventually, hearing his voice and seeing his familiar solid frame, Lethe threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing herself onto the tip-toes of her ridiculous high heeled boots. “I thought you were never going to show, you beautiful, beautiful man.” She said before releasing him and stepping back. “Please tell me that you’ve brought me pants. Or a giant hoodie. Or shorts. At this point I’ll even fashion a skirt out of a paper bag.” It wasn’t even like she had lost her clothes to something fun, like strip poker! It was a stupid window with a stupid latch. Lethe might not have been a coy girl, but she at least liked to pretend to have an air of mystery about herself. Although at least now she could always joke with Darcy that she had flashed her underwear at a famous actor the next time he teased her about something. Still, of the few ways she had imagined him seeing what she wore beneath her jeans, this wasn’t quite it. Not that she made a habit of thinking about things like that.
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TAGGED! Darcy Malcolm Hyde
WORDS! 685!
OUTFIT! Tempting Trouble!
LYRICS! Moving Closer - - - Never The Stranger
NOTES! <3
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Post by Darcy Malcolm Hyde on May 20, 2017 0:52:32 GMT -5
 
If there was anything Darcy could say about life in New York, it would be that it is definitely not what he'd expected. Life hadn't exactly been boring back in New Zealand, what with the ability to go surfing at any time that he'd felt like it, the fact that all of his friends were around and they could party on the beach with a bonfire. It sounded simple but it was all he'd known until they'd gone up to the city to shop. His life turned around that day and it went from being a simple existence, one he would have been very happy with to a whirlwind experience he wouldn't have otherwise dreamed of. And then to have the ability, that level of fame where he could pick and choose his roles, was something else he'd never thought would happen for him. He thought that now that he was in the industry, he would be chasing audition after audition down, hoping for a single line in a single one-off episode of some sitcom or drama series just to earn that little bit more. Darcy had never thought it would actually make it as an actor.
Darcy had thought life would settle down again and though it hadn't, he'd gotten used to it, gotten himself into a decent routine that had worked for him. And then he'd met Lethe in that first class and his life was thrown into uproar once again. So life was anything but dull for Darcy with Lethe in his life. Just when he'd gotten used to the chaos that was his life, Fate tossed him another flaming baton to juggle; this one at least, he enjoyed juggling. Lethe was a handful to put it mildly but Darcy always had a good time with the feisty blue eyed vixen. Trouble just seemed to find her no matter where she went or what she did and there had already been quite a few times where Darcy wondered if this would be the time his name got tarnished in the press. It never came to that, and in all honesty, it probably wouldn't have hurt him but they'd had some close calls. He'd missed her while he'd been gone and hadn't felt like text messages and Skype calls were the same thing as being around her. Even now, she was off roaming the city streets because she'd thought he'd be away a couple more days. His press tour had finished up earlier than they'd thought it would and while he could have stayed in London to see some sights and take pictures with the fans on the streets, he'd wanted to get back to New York. There would always be another trip to London where he could act like just a regular tourist; maybe even with Lethe in tow.
Honestly though, now that he was sitting on his couch with a cold beer and enjoying some late night something or other on the TV, he was still expecting a call or for Lethe to just show up at his door with a tale to tell him. He wouldn't have believed them except he'd been on these nights out a time or two and experienced it all for himself. She was the biggest trouble magnet the man had ever known. He was reaching for the remote to change the channel when he phone rang and he smirked at the name, knowing she'd finally done something that night. Before he could even say a word, she was rushing through a half ass explanation, telling him to get a move on and hanging up on him. Figures. With a sigh, Darcy grabbed a pair of his sweatpants from the carry on bag he'd not yet put away, grabbed his keys and shoved his wallet and phone into his pocket before heading out the door. He hailed a cab and paid the man at the other end of the ride, walking casually around the building to the alley she'd been staking claim on up to then. "White knight at your service." He called with a chuckle. He'd been prepared, as one should always be whenever Lethe was concerned, for her to pounce on him so he easily wrapped his free arm around her midsection and held onto her, mildly fearing that this would be the time she broke a heel. "I brought the first thing I grabbed. Sweats. Nice choice, by the way." He added, unable to help himself.
♦ ♦ ♦ Tag || lethe anastázia prochazka
Words || 748
Clothes || Cute Kiwi
Music || Road Less Traveled --Lauren Alaina
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Post by lethe anastázia prochazka on May 27, 2017 17:23:24 GMT -5
Although Lethe had taken a long time to adjust to life in America, she couldn’t regret taking that leap of faith and moving to New York City. She had spent a number of years not really knowing what to do with her life, where to go, or what to make of herself. It wasn’t until she had her heart broken and felt completely lost that she had the opportunity to find herself. It sounded sickeningly cliché, but Lethe wasn’t going to lie about it when it had happened exactly like that. If things had been even slightly different then perhaps she might not have ended up in New York City. She wouldn’t have ended up studying at NYU, and she wouldn’t have met and befriended Darcy. That wasn’t a reality she wanted to believe in. He played too big of a role in her life to simply not be in it. Lethe didn’t know what she would do if she couldn’t call or text him every time something crazy happened to her, or when she was bored and looking to cause some mayhem in the city that never sleeps. When he was away ‘for work’ as she called it, it wasn’t the same. She missed him, and complained often enough that it was boring without risking his credibility and public reputation. Lethe herself claimed to know that he was secretly nowhere near as squeaky clean as the media portrayed him. She enjoyed teasing him, threatening him with the idea that his career would abruptly end just because he was involved with one of her botched plans.
If that did actually happen to Darcy she would be unbelievably guilty and devastated. Thankfully, the powers that be seemed to only enjoy punishing her. He never suffered on the nights they went out. It was always her who said the wrong thing, or ended up in awkward situations like this particular one. Lady Luck swooned over Darcy like so many others, but simply spat at Lethe for being the type to press the big red button and hope the ‘do not press’ was just for show. Sometimes she wondered if most of the trouble came to her because she stood out rather than blending in, but Lethe had never been part of the crowd. She had always been different when it came to fashion choices and the things she liked. Nothing could change that, not even harsh words or all the trouble she found herself struggling to run from in dangerously high stiletto heels. She liked who she was and it didn’t matter to her if other people hated it. The few friends she did have were the best.
Darcy topped that list, and the reasons why were endless. She switched between cursing him and praising him constantly, just because that was her way. She could adore him one second and hate him enough to scream at him in Slovak the next. Right now he was the cold water in the desert. “Bože môj! I love you!” She half squealed, half growled into his shirt as she hugged him tight. It was really a wonder that Lethe had zero interest in acting given her flair for the dramatics most of the time. She wasted no time in taking the sweats from Darcy, pulling the hilariously large pants over her skinny body as she glared up at the man. “Hey, these are my saintly panties. This is the pair I’ll wear to get into wherever good girls go when they die.” Lethe wobbled as she balanced on one foot to roll up the extra long leg of the way-too-big sweatpants. Even rolled up they threatened to unfold, and at the waist they could probably do with another body in them. The size difference between Lethe and Darcy was considerable to say the least. “I think there’s room for you in here if you want to share.” She mumbled, having no choice but to bundle up the extra fabric and hold it in her hand. With a sigh she looked up at Darcy. “Get me out of here.”
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TAGGED! Darcy Malcolm Hyde
WORDS! 685!
OUTFIT! Tempting Trouble!
LYRICS! Moving Closer - - - Never The Stranger
NOTES! <3
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