Anika

Usually, Wolfie wasn’t an aggressive person; he knew better than to pull this kind of aggression on anyone but the guys he’d eventually get into fights with but then and there, it had come gushing out of him. And as sharp and fast as it had come, it retreated as he saw the girl flinch at his voice. Something he hated more than anything. “Nobody means to…”, he replied, now far softer than before whilst working on getting back up without using the roughened up hands and thus dodging hers. The thing was, they didn’t hurt beyond his tolerance levels. Wolfie had known far worse, yet that wasn’t the problem. His eyes searched their surrounding, making him look disorientated for a moment but truly only estimating how far his next destination would be – too far to walk. “Do you have a car or something?” His mind was three steps ahead, it seemed, forgetting to ask or answer questions that may have cleared the situation easier than he did. Wolfie remembered though, barely, as he dangled one arm in her view and finally disclosing his reason to be so panicked by a mere fall in form of his shiny medical bracelet. “It’s real inconvenient, but I gotta go to the hospital, now.”

Anika didn’t quite know how to take it when he, very expertly, dodged her offered hand of help. But he was nicer this time around. At least there wasn't anger in his voice and she could feel herself settle some, though there was still a small ball of anxiety in her chest. Brows furrowed she watched him look around and she began to wonder. “Did you--” She cut off as he spoke to her again. Car? Yeah she did. “Uh, yeah, it’s just--” she stopped again, pointing back the way she had come as an arm was dangled into her view. It took her a few seconds to register what the shiny thing on his wrist was but that was enough, coupled with his words, for her eyes to widen. “Oh, shit. Uh, yeah it’s just up the street here, maybe a three minute walk. Come on, I’ll drive you.” She immediately turned, beckoning for him to follow her, pulling her car keys out of her bag. 

The redhead shook her head, she let out an amused laugh before she gently smiled at the younger woman, hauling her up back onto her feet. The two were petite but, Anika was tiny. Joia glanced down at herself as she assessed any potential spillages on her clothes but, noted nothing had gotten on her clothing, “Not on me, you’re fine and no, I insist. I feel like I ruined whatever dance thing you had going on there, it looked like fun.” The redhead was not one to just up and leave if she’d caused a minor inconvenience, much to the objection of her husband; he would most definitely say she was a prime contender for ‘hit and run’. Joia gave an amused scoff and shook her head, “I’m fine, are you okay?”

Anika’s shoulders settled as the other woman said she didn't have anything on her. It took a little worry off her mind. She offered a smile and a small shrug. “I work a lot so it was just a little impulse on a free day. But I promise you didn’t ruin anything, I think I did that all on my own.” Anika brushed her hair out of her face and gestured down at her self with a laugh. “Other than giving myself a whole new look I think I’m alright, nothings broken and my art things are in one piece.” She looked down the street and then back at the other woman, holding her hand out suddenly. “Anika Corbyn. If we’re going to have a coffee I figure we should at least know each other’s name right?”

“Fuck!” The exclamation was a stark contrast to his lightheartedness given that the girl seemed all together fine. There was no worry left to make its way to his brain faster than the sharp strike of irritation. Wolfie was not clumsy by proxy; he never listened to music whilst doing something else, he watched the road thrice before crossing, he never fell, he never tumbled, all because he had to learn from an early age that these things might mean debilitating things for his time to come.

     She had hit him with more than just a little over the average force of a bump. He could preconceive the bruising of those like the ones of a strong slap to the arm, nothing harmful but something that would bother him for the next few days looking in the mirror. This? Not quite, since the girl was not the only person on the ground and a look of mild horror graced Wolfie’s face as he looked at the hands that had braced the fall but in turn taken the most hit. About an hour or two and they would be deep purple and blue as he was condemned to spend the day hooked up in the E.R. on the one day that he wasn’t supposed to be there.  “Who the fuck just fucking runs into people like this?”

Anika caught her breath, the laughter had come from surprise. It was an unexpected moment, one that she had entirely caused but she hadn’t meant for it to happen. Pushing herself up, she brushed her hair back from her face, and involuntary flinch at the anger in the mans tone preceded her soft voice. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to, I wasn’t paying attention and I-I-...” The stutter trailed off as she picked up her bag and wiped at the coffee on it with a hand even though it was useless since most of it was on her shirt. “Are you alright?” She asked softly, pushing herself to her knees and then up to go help him. Anika felt terrible, she never wanted to harm another person, let alone make them angry at her. Offering her hand to him she spoke again, hesitantly. “Can I help you up?”

“What?” He shouted, sticking his head out of the window with his hand cupped around his ear for added effect. “What was that? Sorry, I must be goin’ deaf,” he said with feigned puzzlement, turning down the music to a respective volume. The flash of cobalt blue – a variant of his favorite color – that moved toward him instantly seized his attention, briefly depriving him of words, yet leaving his brows raised in wonder. “No,” Tony quickly assured. He thought she looked stunning, really, and a merited compliment clung to the tip of his tongue but ultimately failed to manifest and swallowed it back down. His features were quick to fall flat once again. “Just tell me where we’re goin’ already.”

A shake of her head and a look down hid the smile on her face at his antics. It was one thing she liked about Tony; how easygoing he was and able to play along. The second was his love of art, and of course his skill which seemed to go hand in hand. “You’re going to actually go deaf one day,” she called, accent more pronounced than usual, “and it will only be your fault.” Pulling the door open for the passenger side, she slipped in, a small chuckle following. “Wow, the impatience is actually palpable here. I can’t tell you where we’re going, I can give you the address for your gps.” She handed him a little slip of paper, the address of the gallery in Boston written on it, but no name. She needed this to stay a complete surprise. “You clean up nice I see, very casual chic.”

Historically, surprises have never sat well with Roo. He’s an impossibly impatient creature by nature, determined to outsmart people if he suspects they’re plotting to catch him off guard, and enjoys nothing more than ruining surprises for himself. Allowing Anika to take the reins in this instance had been an unprecedented leap of faith on his part, one he’s hoping he won’t live to regret. He can’t imagine it’ll be anything horrid – they’re friends, aren’t they? – but there’s an air of hesitance when he arrives at the specified location, gingerly entering the building with the same careful consideration of someone going into battle.

“I swear to God –” he doesn’t even say hello, already going straight for threats, “– if there’s gonna be some kind of jump-scare involved here, I’ll end you.” If ending her is synonymous with needlessly theatrical shrieking and expletives, it’s true enough.

Anika ended up waiting near the door, leaned against the wall. She would love to say that she was an incredibly patient person but that just wasn’t the case. She enjoyed planning surprises, there was something about being able to do things for others that made her happy, but she wasn’t patient about waiting for that person to get there. Hence the moment she saw Roo’s body through the partial glass in the door she pushed herself off the wall with a grin. “Well there isn’t a jump scare although I’m a little mad at myself for not thinking of that too.” she teased as she approached from the side. 

Evie gasped loudly, when the droplets of liquid landed on her new Louis Vuitton ankle boots. It was the exact same way her nanny would gasp when Evie’d slide down the banister, and land face first on the tiled ground - oh how she missed her. Her heels clicked against the pavement, as she knelt down to meet the woman that had fallen, not so gracefully, she thought. “Oh my gosh. Here -”, she paused reaching her freshly manicured hand out to grab hers, “I’ll help you up.” Evie lifted the stranger up with ease, thanks to her early morning workouts her trainer made sure she’d never miss. “Listen, don’t worry about it – it’s really okay. I’m sorry you lost your coffee, it’s never a good day when that happens – happens to me a lot, you’d be surprised.” Evie graced the stranger with a reassuring smile, hoping to lift her spirits she added, “I’d be happy to buy you another one, I feel partly responsible knowing I came around that corner a little too fast.”

Anika laid there for a moment, catching her breath even after the laughter. She could feel the coffee soaking into her side, but she still pushed herself up, careful to take the lady’s hand with the un-coffee covered one. “Thank you.” She told her, lifting her head as she straightened to offer a small, apologetic smile. “I’m so so sorry.” A small sigh followed that, and another half smile as she took in the woman’s appearance. She looked like she was wearing expensive clothes, and Niki could only pray she hadn’t spilled any coffee on her. “It appears my bad morning is continuing into my afternoon.” A small laugh followed that, “Did I get anything on you? You don’t have to buy me coffee, If anything I would prefer the company over the coffee anyway. I should be more careful where I’m dancing.” She offered a genuine smile this time and held out her hand. “Anika Corbyn.” 

33. what underwear do they wear? boxers or briefs? lacey? comfy granny panties? She always wears lace underwear. Occasionally silk, but she likes the way lace feels. Almost always in Cheekies or Hipster style. Occasionally she’ll steal boxers to wear. 

38. what do they admire in others? what talents do they wish they had?She admires the way people can connect to one another. She thinks it’s great that people can keep from hiding behind a mask. She wishes she could be great at math or at science, even photography or baking. 

“I feel like I haven’t been here long enough to really say. There’s a lot of really attractive people. I try to spend a good amount of time to myself. It’s safer that way.” 

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? Childhood was lonely for Niki. She spent a lot of it in the care of nanny’s and dance teachers. Her fondest memories are dance classes and holidays with her grandparents. 

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper? 

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36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

9. do animals like them? do they get on well with animals?Yes. Anika has a Great Dane and she’s always loved and been good with animals. She used to bring them home when she was a child and get into all kinds of trouble. 

17. do they like to take photos? what do they like to take photos of? selfies? what do they do with their photos? Yes she does, but she’s also really selective. She’s not a photographer by any means but she loves taking photos of her friends and then printing them out and putting them up on her wall in collages. 

21. do they have a temper? are they patient? what are they like when they do lose their temper?She does, but it takes a good bit to get it out of her. She stays laid back and doesn’t show her anger until she’s been really pushed. When she does lose it she gets incredibly silent and robotic. She doesn’t show emotion and she refuses to care. 

36. what are they good at? what hobbies do they like? can they sing?She’s good at Dance and art. She can sing but it isn’t her major thing. It’s just sort of something she does as she walks around. She loves adventures and learning new things, she’s a reader and likes video games.