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| Cranmerrily | Mar 23 2009, 07:27 PM Post #286 |
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Mu simply nodded in agreement, still looking slightly dazed, though this was likely due to his own awkward personality rather than Odetta’s effect on him. He glanced about for somewhere to sit, but even after spotting an empty table, he did nothing but stare at it blankly. Returning his gaze to the woman, he waited to see what she would do. ((So short Dx Blargh, Mu’s too quiet)) |
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| Ricochet | Mar 24 2009, 04:52 AM Post #287 |
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"Ah, I see - you've gotten quite good at it in only a few years." Ulysses said in a somewhat teasing manner, offhandedly implying that he thought she was younger than the woman actually was. Though one couldn't tell if he were actually serious, the grin on his face revealing little to nothing on that account. When she asked after him, he laughed lightly and shifted his look away, to take in something off to the side. "Well, truthfully, I don't do much of anything at present, Miss Rivera." Ulysses confessed, now looking down at his date for the evening once more. "I suppose you could say I'm simply in between jobs, but I haven't really tried looking too hard for one on the island, since I've arrived, I must say." Ulysses continued, feeling suddenly guilty that he as of yet hadn't really been looking for some place that would hire him. He needed to, though, more so for Trey than for himself... ------- "Sounds good to me!" The little boy exclaimed, and, standing up, proceeded to match right over towards the general direction she had nodded in. This was, of course, only after he had given the area a look-over, and some not-too-careful consideration. Still, it really did sound like a good, fun idea. "I wonder if there's squirrels in there!" The boy called suddenly, slowly as he looked over his shoulder towards Rose, and waited a bit for her to catch up. |
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| BwavoBunny | Mar 24 2009, 01:07 PM Post #288 |
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Rose stood with a smile, following Trey, avoiding the other festival goers. "Squirrels eh? I wouldn't be surprised. There may even be a rabbit or two." As they reached the tree line, she peered in carefully, making sure there wasn't anything immediately dangerous; certainly didn't want her ward to get hurt. Stepping into the brush, she smiled softly as a firefly passed by her face. We won't have to worry about the darkness at least. ~*~ She was actually a pretty cool person, all things considered. Fred didn't think there was anything Jim hadn't liked about her. But she could be an ax murderer for all he knew. Looks can be decieving. Still he smiled at her as he replied. "I would imagine so. On an island this small, you gotta have some kind of entertainment through out the seasons, ya? I know I wouldn't mind it." Even without a date, he was having a pretty damn good time. |
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| edelweiss; | Mar 24 2009, 09:05 PM Post #289 |
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| cheshire | Mar 25 2009, 01:31 AM Post #290 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=10 width=400 bgcolor="black" style="border:3px dotted#A07213;"> <tr> <td>[align=center] <BR><BR>[/align]While she was quite glad that her little date was doing well and was now acting somewhat like a functioning human being, she had to admit she was getting a little bored. Either he was naturally shy or in some sort of strange trance, but that wasn't the point. Odetta had expected to be paired up with a suave and equally as perverse suitor for her date, so she was beginning to figure that the 'blind date' wasn't as thought out as she had hoped. Perhaps the dates were picked at random? It was beginning to seem that way.<BR><BR> Odetta noticed Mu glancing over in the direction of a table and took the initiative to move their date over to it. She grabbed his arm gently and pulled him along with her, dodged back and forth to avoid the dancing throng of people. Once they arrived at the quaint little set up, she planted herself in one of the chairs and smiled up at Mu. She was determined to make him talk. "So, Mu, tell me a little about yourself~" </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Mrs. Darcy | Mar 25 2009, 01:29 PM Post #291 |
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Nodding in agreement Nyida looked around, catching sight of the scenery once more. It seemed even more eye catching than the first time she walked in and noticed it's beauty. So full of happy people, dancing, laughing, flirting and just having a good time. Was it the happy people that added to such a beauty? Ones, she barley knew and yet here they brought such...a good enviroment- this town was a good pick. "Yeah. Me too. More of them would be nice. Wonder what kind...more dances or..different ones.." She returned the attention of her eye's back to Fred, and gave him a smile. "Thanks for taking care of Jim here." She reached out and patted Jim's knee, before moving it back into her lap. "I might need some help getting him home without his parents...er...noticing. I'd have no problem if the boy could walk himself." Laughing softly, she sighed and shook her hea dlooking over to him, "But that seems to be an issue as of the moment- maybe he'll wake back up before we leave?" Doubt it. He seems to have hit it heavy. |
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| ximunderground | Mar 25 2009, 06:55 PM Post #292 |
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DUDE. love is for rectangles. -nods-
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=500 background="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e315/mini1moo2cow3/imogenbackground.gif" style="border:3px dashed #788a6e;"> <tr> <td> [align=center] [/align] </br></br> Awkard turtle, she thought with amusement as she waited for him to speak. And awkard it definitely was. Definitely for her, at least. She'd probably used that word a million times in her mind today, too. She was getting unoriginal.</br> </br> For shame, Imogen, for shame!</br> </br> Blah. She needed to stop getting so giddy when she was nervous. She was sure to send her date running away if she acted like this for very long. </br> </br> 'Well, honestly, I was kind of bored. But now that you're here, I'm doing better.'</br> </br> Well, that was good. At least she was being a little entertaining. Or that could be a bad thing. He could be laughing at how ridiculous she was being. Gah! </br> </br> Don't go borrowing trouble, you dunce. She internally sighed. Her mind always had to be right. </br> </br> 'Yeah, me too. Feeling a little better now that I don't feel like a total idiot, I mean,' she blurted. She narrowly stopped herself from putting her hand to her mouth in surprise. She had not meant to say that out loud! </br> </br> 'So, shall we dance?' </br> </br> 'Sure,' she answered cautiously. 'But I should probably warn you, I haven't danced in a while.' </br> </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] [dohtml]<br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=500 bgcolor=#ffffff style="border:2px dashed #000000;"> <tr> <td> [align=center] [/align] <br /><br /> <br /> 'Let's see here... Ah. There's a table for us. Why don't we go claim it and then I'll get our drinks?'</br> </br> Aerith only nodded, unsure of what else to say. She still wondered why she had even done this in the first place, if she'd known that she was pretty terrible in social situations. But at least she had been trying to get around, to get to know people. That was the most important thing, she told herself. </br> </br> She couldn't help but notice how gently Claude treated her as they walked, and yet with what ease he seemed to hold her by the arm. Like he was trying not to make her feel incompetent or weak because of her blindness. For that, she was utterly grateful. She hated to think that he would think any less of her because of it. </br> </br> </br> [[ blah, pathetic post. -dies- ]] <br /> </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Cranmerrily | Mar 26 2009, 03:33 AM Post #293 |
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She was taking him to the table. That was good, right? Because that meant she wanted to go to the table and he hadn’t made her. Um. Maybe. Mu followed Odetta like a baby duckling, or, perhaps, like a lamb to the slaughter. He was soaking in her presence and enjoying her beauty, unaware of any discrepancies in her behavior. When they had reached the table and Odetta sat, he followed suit, never taking his eyes off her for a second. However, when she spoke again, he stared at her blankly. Tell her… about himself? He blinked, suddenly stumped by this simple statement. What was there to say? What did she want to know? For several seconds, the young man seemed to have become utterly lost. Finally, he spoke. “Um… I like… sports?” |
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| cheshire | Mar 26 2009, 03:55 AM Post #294 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=10 width=400 bgcolor="black" style="border:3px dotted#FFFFFF;"> <tr> <td>[align=right] ![]() <BR>current mood: thoughtful<BR><BR>[/align] As their date went on and things developed (or rather, stayed at a moot point really), Odetta found herself plotting of ways to take advantage of his shy and rather reserved nature. Could she lure him to her home with candy? Well actually, now that she thought about it, that very well may work. He seemed very childlike, after all, and what did kids like? Candy! Too bad she didn't currently have anything sweet and sugary on her, or else she'd probably try that very idea out. <BR><BR> Well, that idea happened to be aboard a sinking fail boat. What else could she do? Did he like puppies? Were there even any puppies around? Nah, probably not. What about the lure of her elegant and sassy dance moves? He'd probably pass out, to be honest. She understood though; not many people could handle her seductive grace. Finally the woman gave up, though it probably because he'd spoken. She blinked, tilting her head at his barely there answer, before smirking. Sports? How... cute.<BR><BR> "What kind of sports?" She wanted to push farther and find out more; if lady luck was gracing the blond with her presence, maybe she could break through his shy little boy shell. </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Cranmerrily | Mar 26 2009, 04:09 AM Post #295 |
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What kind of sports? Why were there so many questions? It was making him slightly uncomfortable. Mu spaced for a moment, thinking back to his high school days. He’d been on the football and basketball teams and even played tennis during his junior year, but he hadn’t liked any particular activity more than the other. They were all quite enjoyable. As long as he was active and able to accomplish something, he was content. So that meant his answer was… “All,” he stated simply before continuing to gaze at Odetta with a quiet, unblinking stare. |
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| cheshire | Mar 26 2009, 06:18 AM Post #296 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=10 width=400 bgcolor="black" style="border:3px dotted#FFFFFF;"> <tr> <td>[align=right] current mood: a little disturbed<BR><BR>[/align] To be honest, his discomfort was contagious. Odetta soon found herself shifting in her seat, first uncrossing and then recrossing her legs before sitting up, stick straight, against the back of the chair. He was so unwavering in his shy nature, and it was almost a little disturbing. It was like he'd been sheltered his entire life, hidden from the sunlight and the actual events of the real world. He, like many people she'd met on the island, also reminded the blond of her sister in a way. So oblivious, naive, and strange in a way.<BR><BR> Though nothing even scratched the surface of how uncomfortable his next answer and following stare made her feel. She blinked, then blinked again, before tilting her head in response. Was that it? No life story? No open book to flip through? Just... all. The woman's eyebrow twitched for a second before she exhaled, her body falling limply against the table. She propped herself up on her elbow and tried to find something, anything to talk about, though suddenly she felt a bit awkward.<BR><BR> "Er... okay. Well, do you still play sports now?" Please, she begged mentally, let him respond in some way! </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Cranmerrily | Mar 26 2009, 06:39 AM Post #297 |
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((Haha, Mu’s creepiness begins to show xDD)) Was this an interview? Mu couldn’t wrap his head around it. Why did she have to ask so many questions? Couldn’t they just enjoy each others’ company? He cocked his head slightly, examining her face as if he might find the answers stuck to her forehead. There was no such luck however, so he simply gave his concise answer. “Sometimes.” His mind wandered back to the football he’d brought over from home. Perhaps he should have taken his basketball and tennis racket along too. Then again, they probably wouldn’t have all fit in his bag. Still, he did rather miss them. Ah! He could write mother and have her send them over! Yes, or maybe she could even bring them over herself if she came to visit! Mu had lost himself in this train of thought, leaving Odetta with an empty shell for company. It took several moments for him to snap back to reality, at which he visibly flinched and refocused his golden eyes on the woman sitting across from him. Right. He had company. Pretty girl company. Every second counted. Now was not the time to daydream. |
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| MegaSteven | Mar 26 2009, 01:25 PM Post #298 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=500 bgcolor="black" style="border:3px dashed #FFFFFF;"> <tr> <td> <font color="#FFFFFF"> [align=center] [/align]<br><br>[align=center] Ever the gentleman, Claude helped Aerith into her seat at the table and saw to it that the chair was just the right distance between his date's body and the table. For a moment he wondered just how and where exactly he had encountered and learned such etiquette, but quickly dismissed it as just having come from books, movies, and general worldly experience. And even still, the vast majority of it simply came naturally to him. It was a definite perk that made occasions like this that much easier.<br> <br> "I'll go get us something to drink, then." The blond man said cheerfully, "What would you like? Punch? A soft drink? I can see if I can get a couple glasses of wine if you'd like." Did the festivals on this island have any of those? Certainly there would be some kind of punch-like beverage, but he had no idea if either soft drinks or liquor were served at public events such as this. He certainly didn't want to look like a fool, and it was far too late in the day to even fathom going to pick up a beverage from an outside source. He did have a bottle of brandy at home, but it would take him at least half an hour to get there and back running at a dead sprint.<br> <br> Something in the pit of his stomach didn't seem to be sitting right. It wasn't nervousness, Claude had never been nervous around a woman. It was more that he felt a keen desire to not disappoint the woman he was with this evening. It was actually a strange new sensation to him. He was always kind to the ladies, that was just how he was--how a gentleman operated--but to actually be driven to keep a date from being disappointed in their time together was a completely foreign concept.this island was having some kind of odd effect on him...or maybe it was all the people he'd been exposed to since his arrival. [/align] </font> </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| cheshire | Mar 26 2009, 08:38 PM Post #299 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=10 width=400 bgcolor="black" style="border:3px dotted#FFFFFF;"> <tr> <td>[align=right] ![]() <BR>current mood: speechless...for once<BR><BR>[/align] Odetta found herself growing more and more awkward by the second. This man, who had started out okay to be honest, was sort of strange. And that was a strange occurrence, you know, for the blond to be weirded out by anyone at all. So there she sat, quite befuddled at the entire situation, as Mu seemed to disappear into his own world briefly. Odetta wasn't sure about this blind date situation anymore... Why, she could simply go out and pick up a random person from the streets. And, at best, she could at least try to avoid the crazies.<BR><BR> This time, though, she couldn't do that. There was no avoiding what was right in front of her. So Odetta put on the best 'I'm enjoying this' face she could as she nodded at his response, kind of wary to ask him another question. And, of course, that sort of fear that crawled up her spine paralyzed her voice, and she couldn't find another thing to say. Not one word.<BR><BR> So the two of them sat there, awkwardly, as Odetta tried not to notice Mu's unwavering golden gaze. </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Ricochet | Mar 26 2009, 09:38 PM Post #300 |
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"Twenty-five? Surely not." Ulysses said, but his expression and tone of voice colored in mock surprise. "Certainly you are no older than twenty-one, twenty-two at most." He added, a teasing smile turning up the corners of his mouth. He was surprised, for he was actually enjoying himself this evening. So far, at least. "Ah, yes, I may end up doing that..." Ulysses murmured, looking off to the side again as he considered the option of looking for a job on the mainland. As of yet, he had not been there, but had heard some about it. He looked back down at her when she looked up at him, and smiled gently. "1000G a month isn't so bad, and I'm sure you'll have more sales than that, once they see your work." --------- "Oh, rabbits? That'd be neat!" Trey said, smiling, excited to come across any wild bunnies that may be roaming the woods. Trey also paused when they stepped into the darkness of the woods, but his eyes were soon caught up the many fireflies lazily passing by here and there, lighting up the night. Smiling, he reached out a hand and began to chase after a firefly, hoping to catch it. However, as he tried to reach out and grasp it from out of the air, it was proving quite a slippery thing and avoided his hands nicely. |
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