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| Alma | Aug 2 2009, 03:02 AM Post #61 |
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That's the machine that goes 'PING!'
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=400 bgcolor=#000000 style="border:3px solid #ffbbdd;"> <tr> <td> <br><br> [align=center] <br><br> Freya Lyfield[/align] <br> <br> A wallflower. That's what she was little than right now, for whatever reason. Then again, Freya reasoned, she shouldn't be very surprised. After all, she'd always been incredibly shy, and she really hadn't done much emerging from her cocoon since arriving on this island. She supposed that Sam's surprising warmth and Cole's incredibly charming ways helped her a little bit, as she now felt confident enough to stand on her own two feet and to take an apartment at the Bluebird Gateway, as well as to sell her seeds in the bazaar. Regardless, it wasn't quite enough to send her out into the fray of people that she didn't know at all and to make conversation with them.<br> <br> ...eeh, that sounded absolutely horrid anyway. Who wanted to talk to someone like her?<br> <br> Still, she fancied that she looked rather lovely tonight. Her hair was even a bit wavy, from the fact that she'd left it wet and in braids all day before taking it out just before donning her costume. The braiding added subtle volume to each pink lock now that they hung free down her back, only pulled back by that simple green headband. Freya smoothed down her red skirt with her free long-fingered hand, the other holding her basket of flowers, and just as she fancied the idea of plucking one of her flowers from the basket and sliding it behind her ear, a soft displacement of grass called her attention to the ground.<br> <br> Well, that was odd. Why were there glasses sitting in front of her? Had someone lost them? She tilted her head to the side as she knelt down, carefully bending so that she wasn't provocatively displaying her rear end for all to see, and plucked them into her grasp, examining them. Well, really, how could glasses travel all the way here? No one had tripped nearby her recently, after all. Perhaps the magic of the evening had simply made them appear there?<br> <br> ...or perhaps they belonged to that young lady currently scurrying about the grass, feeling blindly. Yes, somehow that seemed a more plausible explanation, no matter just how naive she was. "Umm...did you lose some glasses, miss?" she asked softly, awkwardly walking across the grass on her knees to the woman and pausing in front of her to extend them in front of her gaze. "They fell in front of me, I'm afraid. But I don't think they're broken. Perhaps just a little scuffed."<br> <br> Well, fancy that. That was the most sentences she'd ever strung together at once to a complete stranger. Perhaps this island was doing her some good after all. Still, her cheeks lightly flushed as she dropped her eyes to stare at the glasses, not wanting to look the young woman in the face. She wasn't terribly attractive, really, but Freya would be kind about that. No reason to be haughty about her own looks and then to demean someone else's. It just wasn't right.<br> <br> </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Alix | Aug 2 2009, 09:45 PM Post #62 |
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Proud Zutarian
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 width=320 bgcolor=#000000 style="border:5px solid #000000;"> <tr> <td>[align=center] ![]() ![]() [/align]<br> <br> <br> <br>“Merci beaucoup,” Soleil thanked the young man as she bowed her head slightly, not so much of a smile hinting on her face at all. She rested her hand on the hilt of her sword, not thinking much of it, and stared around the rest of the place, glancing at all the people as she spoke with the young man who had just introduced himself as Silver. <br> <br> “Well, Monsieur Silver, you have quite the unique name. Je m’appelle Soleil,” She informed Silver. That would be all she would tell him, her first name. Her last name would yet be revealed the young man until she really sure she’d tell him. <br> <br> <br> [align=center]---[/align] <br> <br> <br> “You are very welcome,” Echo told Erik with a wide smile. She was such a strange girl, if strange was the right word to use. She seemed happy about almost anything, with the exception of being fearful when she was alone in the dark, alone in general, or if she saw a spider. Those things feared her, that’s why she was so desperate to keep Medusa around, one could say. <br> <br> “Oh! Snacks would be lovely! We should go,” Echo giggled to Erik after he asked if she’d like to accompany him to the table that held the snacks. She hoped there were sweets. Oh, how she loved sweets whether it was ice cream, cake, candy, et cetera. She would just eat as much of it as she could whether or not it was bad for her. Sometimes, it got her hyper—as if she wasn’t already a bit hyper as it is—and it was rather amusing to watch. <br> <br> Medusa lagged a bit behind Echo, keeping her eye on the two people before her. She paid most attention to Erik, watching his every move. She was threatened by him, even if she knew she had complete control over Echo still. Although, why would she continue to have Echo live with Erik? Perhaps it was because he was the least threatening thing to her at the moment. It was all very complicated, or at least Medusa thought. <br> <br> Perhaps when the time called for it, she’d uproot Echo again, moving her from Erik’s house or from the island all together. Perhaps she’d have Echo move to a foreign country where they spoke a different language. Whatever happened was in the future, though, not the present. The moment that was presented to Medusa right now was that Echo was growing a nice attachment to her roommate, she couldn’t pinpoint the attachment right now, just that Echo liked to be around Erik in the friendship sort of way… for now, and Medusa hoped forever. <br> <br> [align=center]---[/align] <br> <br> <br>“Ah, that is so very true,” Dark waved one of his hands mindlessly at Kat’s statement that she had nine lives. A rather wry grin sat somewhat aloof his face at the topic they were talking about. Of course he knew all of their words about her being a cat weren’t true, it was just mindless jest, if you will. <br> <br> “What was my first impression of a sultry woman dressed entirely of a cat with shinning hair when she came over to me? Well, that is quite difficult to pinpoint, I suppose. Perhaps it was, “What a lovely woman” or “How very interesting.” Either way, you made a very good first impression, I must say,” Dark told her with a light humor in his voice. <br> <br> “The impression that you’ve left since then has been numerous and fine. The one that I think of the most is, how fun it is to find such a flirt,” Dark chuckled. He just couldn’t let it go that he was having fun flirting. He would have to meet up with this young woman, maybe, just to get a flirt out. It was much fun. <br> <br> </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Indigo | Aug 3 2009, 01:02 PM Post #63 |
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» bye-bye lover
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[dohtml] <table width="400" bgcolor=#FFFFFF align="center"> <tr> <td> "And where am I supposed to get a pegleg?" Huh? Well, hell, he had no bloody idea! <br> <br>"That's why I'm asking you! You're the smarty-farty-arty pants, right?" Aiden hopped about, then began bouncing on alternating feet. His body was surging with energy, a supply that felt utterly endless. So, when he scooped Izel up, he had no trouble at all. He was a pretty skinny kid, being nearly flesh and bones and all - though, did he feel some man boobs there?! This would certainly have to be teased about soon - and so, he could carry Rocko all day. Not that he would, though. Nah. There were women to go cruising for! Witchlies and she-devils and ohohoh! Surely, surely, there was much fun to be had around here. He had to help his short cat-buddy here see. Perhaps he would have the same effect as a little dog or baby or something. Girls would dig a cat waitress following him around, right? Right? <br> <br>His mind wandered elsewhere when he felt Rocko clinging onto his jacket. "Aw, relax, I won't drop you. Prolly." Aiden chuckled merrily at this, apparently very amused by the thought of his friend being dumped on the ground or slipping out of his hands like a fish. Heh. Though, his laughter stopped when he began kicking his legs uselessly. Frowning, he wrinkled his nose. "Stop that, or I'm going to chuck you like a javelin," he said darkly, though only to start laughing again a second later at the thought. A Rocko-javelin... perhaps to go with the Kin-shield? Hmm, well anyway. While the kicking wasn't hurting him or anything, it was damn pesky for sure. Aiden nodded at a few miscellaneous villagers who looked at them as they passed, but then turned to Izel as he hotly demanded, "Put me down! And go capture some pretty girl instead!" He arched an eyebrow. Not quizzically, though, just... kind of because he felt like it. "I'll poop on as many parties as I want to." After this was said, though, he began snickering to himself. <br> <br>"You said 'poop'," he snorted, grinning like a six-year-old. "Hee hee! Oh, well, but fine. Only because I don't want brown stains on my costume. But I'm going to pick you up again if you try to run away, okay? So just have fun!" With this, Aiden stopped walking and bent over a little, dropping his brown-haired 'buddy' half a foot or so to the ground. However, he apparently didn't trust him very much as he placed a hand on his head, to try and keep him there. "So, goggle brains" - there were none on her head, but that was besides the point - "why do you hate parties so much anyway? Why can't you just loosen up?" <br> <br>Aiden frowned, tilting his head to the side, confused. He really didn't get it. The people, the food, the noise, the possibilities for interesting things and fun... what wasn't to like? "If you tell me, maybe I'll let you go if it's a good enough reason." Of course, his standard of a 'good reason' would be something like... if a bajillion people died at the first party she went to due to a freak punch bowl accident! Or if her parents perished at the best party she'd ever went to, or if aliens came and rampaged through during the last one she'd attended, or... Well, generally anything ridiculous and impossible. <br> <br>----------------------- <br> <br>Nathaniel groped 'blindly' for his glasses - she's not the only one who can act, he thought smugly - and waited for the pink-haired woman to react. Of course she should pick them up and hand them back, thus leaving some sort of opening to work with. This was what he was expecting, at least. Then again, with all the ignorant idiots out here in the boonies, he wouldn't be surprised if nothing went the way he thought. He didn't get a good look of the woman but somehow she didn't seem like the super sharp type. Probably more of a dreamy, bumbling airhead but even the vacuous ones had eyes, at least... <br> <br>Sure enough, the woman bent down and picked up his glasses. Nathaniel looked up as she spoke out: "Umm...did you lose some glasses, miss?" He squinted for effect as the woman walked over on her knees (ugh) and held out his non-prescription spectacles before his eyes. It wasn't right in his face, but it sure felt like it to him. Suppressing a scowl as she went on to state how they fell in front of her, and how they weren't broken. Obvious things that surely a baboon could deduce... but Nathaniel forced himself to say nothing. "Oh," he said, though quickly stopped when he realized he hadn't decided whether or not he wanted to act as a woman. As he thought about it, he reached out and took the glasses. With a nod, he began to clean them again with his sleeve. They were tiny scratches on the cheap surfaces, but it was no big deal. <br> <br>Well. While he did want to 'win', he felt like playing the role of a woman would just give his cousin enjoyment. After all, it was why she renamed him 'Natalie', wasn't it? Nathaniel placed the glasses on his face again, blinking a few times. Feigning bad eyesight was one thing. Acting like the opposite gender was another. Perhaps, to make things simple, he would stay somewhat ambiguous. He didn't want to scramble this woman's brains if he acted normally as a man in this woman's guise. Although he would never admit it out loud, his voice was not wonderfully manly so surely this would require little effort. <br> <br>So, with this decided, Nathaniel finally spoke. "Thank you," he said, speaking softly though to avoid sounding too masculine. "... Clumsy me." He tried to laugh... it came out weakly, almost pathetically. But he ignored it and moved on. Adjusting his glasses, he glanced around, as if to observe the scene. However what he was really looking at was Zephyr, who seemed to be watching him with interest from afar. Hiding a smug smile, he decided to prove to her that she was no superior. He would provide no more embarrassment for her twisted, sadistic mind to enjoy. He wasn't going to let himself be pushed around by her anymore. He was older, dammit, not her pawn. <br> <br>But. He would have to try to do this tastefully, gracefully. Which could be hard - being around all these yokels certainly dulled his silver tongue. So, he started off simply. "Are you enjoying yourself? Or are you waiting for someone?" </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| Alouette | Aug 4 2009, 01:18 AM Post #64 |
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la reine.
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=400 bgcolor=#353433 style="border:2px dotted #E69226;"> <tr> <td> [align=right] [/align]<br>[align=right]"Dance?" he chortled, amused by her suggestion. The darkness was growing out there, and the zombie waiters seemed to become restless. Their groaning-gurgling and leg-dragging had stirred up a lot of uneasy faces, but the eerie silence that pervaded over the small conversations being held confused Demetrius. "And to quelle musique--" <br><br> But just as the man began to ask Fiorella to just what refrain they would dance, a small orchestra hidden behind a grove of bleak, gnarled bushes began an out-of-tune instrumental, classical piece. The waiters all shuffled about with sparkling eyes and when not serving guests, started a sort of seizure-esque, jolting dance among the crowds, stirring up some laughter among guests. Demetrius couldn't help himself when he saw the sight, a little startled by the sudden music and the fact that Fiorella had practically predicted its coming. <br><br> Demetrius, however, disregarded his amazement and outstretched his palm to her, giving a small bow. "Shall we, then, ma princesse?" he asked, prepared to enter the large circle made by the 'dancing' undead at the center of the lawn where the occasional shy couple would enter and try to step along to the high-pitched, low sweeping orchestrated piece being performed.[/align]<br>[align=center]-------------[/align] While Dark explained his answer to her, Katania never failed to show her toothy smile, laughing at the right instances, and when he finished, but one hand to her cheek in mock embarrassment. "My, I had no idea I had that sort of an effect. You truly flatter me, mister Dark angel." She minced his name and his costume, not wanting to instantly call him what she truly thought, my little angel, for Kat had experience and knew calling a man 'little' was considered an insult. <br><br> He called Kat a flirt, to which she agreed, for she knew it to be a fact. Whenever she had her eyes set on an attractive man, there was no stopping the flirtation. It was all a game, for Kat would ditch her otherwise laid-back/easily angered other-self and become the clubbing, sultry city girl that had often emerged when dating was a big fad. With a light touch of her hand, she laid her palm on the space between his right shoulder and pectoral muscle, smiled and responded lightly. <br><br> "I concur," Katania chirped, hand still placed on the top of his chest. "It's a rarity around here, y'know, someone who knows how tooo…" She paused, ran her fingers over the taut line separating his breastbone and neck through the texture of his shirt. "Stimulate the senses," Kat finished, sighing out the words, plaintively blinking her eyes and smirking. </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Nochii | Aug 5 2009, 06:58 PM Post #65 |
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| tu fui ego eris |
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