forum Rp for whomsoever may be online

Started July 22, 2019 by @amber_is_in_a_loop

tune

Lea was at home, watching the TV, uneasy. It was horrible, what had been done; a respectable politician, shot dead. Who would do that?

Jessie couldn't help but smile, which she hid behind her coffee cup as she received her order. Pierre was finally dead. They'd been planning it for months, and it had finally happened. And no one had any idea that it was her.

Shivering, she shut the TV off in a rush and curled up tighter on her couch, exhaling heavily. The world was on a downhill slope.
To rescue herself from the depths of fear, she decided to switch on the first Disney movie she found which happened to be The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
"So much for a light movie," she muttered, settling in as the theme music started.

Jessie left the cafe, not wanting people to see her happiness. If someone saw how happy she was about Pierre's assassination, they might put two-and-twp together.

She was nodding along to the music, wrapped tight in her pajamas, when her thoughts drifted. Wonder what Jessie is making of the news.

Jessie received a text from Mei in Mandarin, congratulating her on an assassination well done. She responded with a little smiley face emoji, one of Mei's favourites.

She continued on the train of thought, thinking about where Jessie was, what she was doing, if she was scared…

Jessie continued to sip her coffee as she made her way to Flynn's Flowers, the flower shop that one of her friends owned. It was her little happy place.

She looked around her apartment, still feeling down. It was grey, sad and empty; Lea had always hated living alone.

"Hi Flynn!" She said cheerily as she reached the shop. It was quiet empty, so Flynn was able to walk right over to her.
"Hey, Jessie. Nice job last night."
"Thanks. It wasn't possible without Mei. Jacob barely did anything."

(ive like lowkey linked another one of my characters into this. shes a serial killer, but has been best friends with jessie for years, if thats ok)

(yeah that's fine)
Flowers. That's what was needed. They'd bring a bit of brightness to the place.
Getting up from the ball on the couch, Lea threw on a coat over her normal-enough looking pajamas and headed out.

"Yeah, he's a fucking loser. No offence to your bro."
"No, I get it. He really is. And I've had to live with him all my life."

The flower shop was right around the corner, thankfully, so she didn't have to walk far.
She walked into the empty shop, save for the owner and one client stood chatting. Keeping her head down and her hood up, she went over to the ready-made bouquets.

"How's business going?" Jessie asked. She and Flynn had a secret code for work.
"Yeah, fine. Ordered a new batch of flowers yesterday, got to wait a few weeks for them to be delivered."
"Oh, really? Pretty ones? Or normal ones?"
"Very pretty. Might get an attachment to them."

Lea couldn't help but overhear the odd conversation, but ignored it. She picked out an especially sweet-looking bouquet of forget-me-nots and brought them over to the counter. "Good morning," she told the seller, ignoring the other client.

Flynn turned to face Lea, slightly irritated. "I'm sorry, but can you not see that I am a little busy? We are a small shop, I can only help one person at a time. Either wait or go somewhere else."

She's not buying anything. The bitter retort was ready on Lea's tongue, but she forced an apologetic smile on her face. "Right." She stepped back slightly.

"Sorry about that. How bout we go out the back while I place your order?" Flynn asked Jessie, leading her to the back of the shop where they couldn't be seen.

Lea exhaled heavily, turning her back on the two and leaning against the counter. She started people-watching the passers-by out of the wide front windows, making up stories for their lives as they went by.

After a few minutes, Flynn walked back out of the back room. She sighed, walking to the counter. "How may I help you?" She asked Lea, her tone of voice giving away her annoyed emotions.

Lea paused, inhaling deeply before turning back around. "I just want to buy your lovely flowers," she told the woman bitterly.

"Which ones? I have some beautiful black roses. Or maybe some golden marigolds?" Flynn's choice of words were very precise. She knew exactly what flowers meant, and she would often give them to people she hated. Black roses signified death and hatred, while marigolds signified pain and grief.

Lea narrowed her eyes before lifting up the bouquet of forget-me-nots she was already holding. "Just these will do, thanks."

Eternal love, Flynn thought, taking the bouquet. Wonder who it's for. She put the payment through and then waited for Lea to do her thing with her card.