catch the wind [PLOT]{Leo!}

[Chloe Ashley, Roxanne Ashley]

Who cared how old/young he was? Leo was gorgeous. Chloe and Roxanne had been in the middle of a three hour break between classes when the young man sauntered by, unintentionally catching Roxanne's eye. They'd been rating boys as they walked by, a pasttime Roxanne thoroughly enjoyed and one Chloe was still not completely comfortable with. Which made it all the more fun.

So while they sat at a picnic table sunning themselves, Chloe mentioned how Leo liked brunettes. Something about Skye's car, yada yada yada, a bunch of gibberish that meant nothing to the determined blonde. She spoke circles around her sister, confusing her long enough to make her escape. As much as she loved Chloe, the girl could be a bore, and a little smothering sometimes. She needed some time to herself. Or rather, for herself and Leo...

He'd been walking this way, and she casually followed him. She didn't want to make a move too quickly, just in case Chloe was right and Leo might flat-out reject her upon first sight. It didn't happen often, but it had happened enough times for her to know she hated the feeling. Okay, it happened once. But once was more than enough.

"Oh, shit," She cursed, dropping her designer book bag on the ground. Something inside it cracked with the sound of shattering glass, and she groaned as she moved to pick it up. Looks like Leo would have to wait. As delicious as her Poison smelled, having it seep into the threads of her Dolce & Gabbana bag was going to be way overpowering. The scent spread quickly when she lifted the top of the purse, and she made another unimpressed whimper.

Great. That was like, a collective $800 down the drain!

[Leogare Lasteulf]

OOC: Please alter the topic title to have a PLOT tag.

IC: Leo had been aware that he'd had a tailgater, after all growing up walking the Brooklyn streets after dark made you pretty aware of someone behind you. He hadn't looked who it was though, because that was another rule. Don't let your pursuer know you are aware. When he heard the sound of breaking glass behind him and a soft curse, he knew he couldn't play dumb anymore, so he turned.

His tailgater, as it turned out, was one hell of a looker. A damn near perfect body, sexy blond.

Niiiice

Leo walked over to the girl, who looked almost ready to cry over her bag, when she opened the top and the scent assailed him. Leo had never had a personality to like perfume, a boy too used to the scent of motor oil, gasoline and machinery. He took a half step back from the strength of the scent, but held his ground next to the girl.

He felt bad for the girl, she had all the looks of a designer child, meaning this stuff was probably expensive. But still, there really wasn't anything you could say in a situation like this, especially when you didn't even know the girl.

[Chloe Ashley, Roxanne Ashley]

"This is disgusting." Roxanne complained, not sure what to do. The scent was making her head swim though, so that had to be the first thing to go. She removed the strap from her shoulder and swung it to the side, sliding the bag away from her. It left a wet, slightly purple trail on the floor behind it. All her combat notes were in there! She ran a hand through her hair, having completely forgotten about the boy she'd not-so-casually been stalking. When the blonde hair was pushed out of her eyes, she became vividly aware of someone standing close by. She'd just assumed Leo kept walking, but she supposed wrong.

"Uhm... hi," That was less than smooth. It wasn't her worst moment, but she sort of felt like crying. Leo might assume she was a 'designer child', but she wasn't from a rich family. She'd saved for months and months for that bag. The perfume was a gift from Chloe, but that bag was what she had her eyes on. It wasn't for the status, or for the logo, though those were understood to come with it. It was just so pretty! And Roxanne worked so hard, worked her ass off. She deserved something pretty. Every time she looked at that bag, it reminded her of all the effort behind it. Roxanne wasn't renowned for her self-motivating skills. Riley and Chloe both had a more-than-difficult time getting Roxanne to graduate from the Academy. But when she used that bag, it proved everyone wrong. That Roxanne Ashley was able to fight for and work for what she wanted.

Sure, her money and sweat could be put to more productive means, but nothing could serve as such a physical reminder, a physical reward to her effort as something she used every single day. And now it was a smelly, soggy mess on the school floor.

"You might want to keep your distance. My perfume kind of just skunked me." She gave him a sheepish smile, trying to joke away her hurt. It wasn't quite as traumatic as losing a loved one. But it did feel eerily close to being broken up with. Yeah. Her Dolce & Gabanna bag just broke up with her to be with her favourite perfume. Life was cruel.