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| Valentine's Day; date reveal! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 14 2009, 12:50 PM (4,364 Views) | |
| Rin | Oct 16 2009, 05:25 PM Post #16 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=4 width=400 bgcolor=0D0D0D style="border:4px dashed #777777;"> <tr> <td> <font color=999999><font face="century gothic"> [align=center] <img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2rr3ukx.jpg"> <img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2f0aeit.jpg">[/align] <br><br><br><br> <b>Tagged:</b> Wyatt <br> <b>ooc:</b> Sorry for the shortness. D: <br><br> <font face="tahoma">Irene looked at the silver watch on her wrist nonchalantly. It didn't matter to her if she were a few minutes late, because once her 'blind' date found out who he had to sit with for the whole day, he'd probably leave before she even arrived. How depressing, Irene thought, shaking her head. She didn't quite know why she even bothered to wake up this morning, let alone wash her hair and brush it till it shined. What a waste. She even wore her most formal black dress, with a square collar, and a few ornate frills with lace thereat the chest and sleeves. Her choker was black lace, matching the trim on her dress, and tied in a neat ribbon in the back. Why Irene went to the trouble of doing that much, she didn't know, because her hair covered the back anyways. She shivered. It was pretty chilly out, and she probably should have brought her shawl. Too late for that, I guess, Irene mused, swinging open one door of the cafe. <br><br> What she saw next made her want to start crying like a three year old who fell out of bed. Pink. EVERYTHING was PINK. She hated that accursed color. Her grey-green eyes cringed as she tried to hide her face under her bangs. That was no use, for she'd just trimmed them that week. Shuddering, she walked slowly over to the table she was assigned to. The card on it read 'Irene Praskovya, Wyatt Tanner.' Irene glanced upward to see a man, who she assumed to be Wyatt, sitting with one leg crossed on the chair across from her. Her face softened when she saw the red rose he held. At least he had the heart to choose something so elegant. Irene would've just died if the guy'd brought something girly like a Pink-Cat. <br><br> "Hello Wyatt." she said quietly, curtsying and taking a seat. Despite her witch-like appearance, Irene was actually rather mild mannered. "It seems we are paired together today."</font> </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| BwavoBunny | Oct 16 2009, 05:47 PM Post #17 |
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I'm the Doctor, I'm worse than anyone's aunt!
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Tag: Lyn Fred chuckled some as she twirled, showing off her dress. She seemed like a fun loving kind of a gal, since she was taking everything with such a good humor. As she commented about his disreputable character, he smirked. "Yes well, us villainous folk have more fun than the kind hearted." His smile softened though as she admired the roses; he was glad she liked them, and it hadn't been a waste of money. The hug was a bit of a surprise, but he returned it easily enough, if not a bit awkwardly. Striking a pose, he flashed her a charming smile. "But of course; I always look good." At her worried words he laughed gently, tucking his hands in his pockets. "Someone special? Nah, I signed up for a good time and to forget the relationship troubles of the real world. Also gave me an excuse to dress up all purdy like. As for the flowers," he nodded towards them, "those were meant to be a peace offering to whoever I got; it would be bad form is my date ran outta here crying or something. Might ruin my 'good guy' facade after all." Grinning found himself having a good time already! |
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| Silver | Oct 16 2009, 07:39 PM Post #18 |
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Well this was a bit new. Never before had Silver seen someone bring in an animal into a cafe... but then again he'd never knew anyone else with Silver hair like his before. It just added to the mystery. A girl set down her breif case and extended her hand. Silver stood up and shook her hand. "Hey I'm Silver you must be Rack. Nice to meet you." said Silver waiting for her response. |
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| creamcups & tea | Oct 16 2009, 08:10 PM Post #19 |
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spank that zebra;;
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[align=right]counting all different ideas drifting away past and present, they don't matter tag: yasumi[/align] [align=center]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A woman hurried towards the café, legs taking long strides as she glanced at her silver watch every now and then, her brow furrowed slightly, lips turned down in frustration. How could she have been late?! Granted, it was only by a few minutes, but she felt horrible. Normally she was quite punctual, but today was apparently different. I do hope my date isn't angry with me, the woman thought as she finally reached the café. She paused, drawing in a deep breath, steadying herself. She pulled out a lace handkerchief from her purse, dabbing at her forehead. Her inky locks hung about her face and shoulders in soft curls, her fair skin standing out against the dark brown of her dress and the raven color of her hair. Her cheeks were dusted with a light rouge, her lips colored a creamy peach. Her pale eyes were surrounded in a thin line of kohl, lashes lengthened with a coat of mascara. After making sure any traces of sweat were gone (and no makeup had gotten onto the handkerchief), she folded the lacy thing back and put it in her purse. She raised a tentative hand towards the door, hoping once again she hadn't disappointed her date, then opened said door, stepping in quietly. Once inside, she paused once more, eyes flicking over each face. So far, there didn't seem to be a lone male standing around with an annoyed look on her face. Her body relaxed in relief; she hadn't upset anyone. Her eyes, sharp when scanning the crowd, now grew supine, and she drew closer to the crowd, eyes looking to each table for her name card. She didn't have to search far, however, for her card was right on the first table. Said table was empty. It appeared that her date was even later than she. Or perhaps he was in the restroom? She glanced up; no one was moving in her direction. Well, she was sure he'd get here sooner or later, no matter where he might be. Ivy pulled the chair out gently, sitting down in a graceful manner. She pulled a book from her purse, not wanting to seem to desperate. After all, she had signed up for a blind date. In all reality, she had only signed up for it to mingle and meet more people of Obsidian. Had she even been paired up with a woman for a "friendship date", she would've been fine. Right now all she needed to do was meet the citizens she would come to call neighbors. She opened it to the marked page, flicked her eyes up once more, then began reading. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [/align] dress shoes jewelry |
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| LemonJuicer | Oct 17 2009, 12:10 AM Post #20 |
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Nut was relieved when Fred assured her that he hadn't come into this with any hope of finding that special someone. She did catch that bit about real world relationship problems though. She briefly considered taking that opening to ask about said problems, but decided the evening would probably go a lot better if she didn't bring up something so potentially dangerous to the mood. "Well, I will certainly not be running away in tears, unless of course we do something very bad and extremely funny and are fleeing the scene of the crime." She carefully set the roses down on the table and gestured to the table. "Now, I for one am extremely starving and I think I saw some chocolate cake that will completely ruin how I look in this dress. Would you like to go get some deliciously bad for you valentines day food? And maybe see if they threw in anything that contains something other than pure sugar for my hips sake." |
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| BwavoBunny | Oct 17 2009, 12:24 AM Post #21 |
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I'm the Doctor, I'm worse than anyone's aunt!
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Untucking his hands from his pockets, Fred laughed, "Fleeing a crime scene, eh? You certainly have high hopes for the evening I see." Glancing over at the table in the middle, he grinned. "Madam, you would have better luck finding a bear in a teashop then an item on that table that doesn't have sugar in it. So, I am afraid that your hips are just going to have to bare it." Holding up a hand he looked oh so very serious and solemn, "But I promise that no matter what happens, I shall stay by your side until the end of the evening, even if I have to roll you out." His expression quickly went back to being playful, and he added after giving the table another look over, "Of course we both may be rolling out of here tonight with the assortment of goodies over there..." Spotting some rather delectable looking cookies, he held out his arm to Lyn. "My laaaady~?" |
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| Mr. Darcy | Oct 17 2009, 01:23 AM Post #22 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=400 background="http://i43.tinypic.com/10zzkll.jpg"> <tr> <td> <font color="#808080"> [align=right] <br>outfit; white dress shirt and black pants<br> tag; ivy<br> profile; yasumi shintatsu<br>[/align] <br><br> Grim faced, Yasumi stared at Fluorite Café, not at all liking what he was about to go through. In all honesty, he had contemplated not showing up, after deciding he was the one being absurd and going too far with this…problem he was having. Really, what other way was there to describe it? <br><br> Letting out a deep sigh, he covered his lower half of his face with his large palm, and glanced away from the café. He wasn’t really sure why he had shown up, regardless. Was it a decision that was based on his inability to stay away from the problem, or was it a strive to try and be normal again? Perhaps, it was a bit of both, he admitted. <br><br> He had bothered to put on a simple white dress shirt, accompanied with black pants. It wasn’t much, though he supposed it was the best he was capable of doing. Just maybe there was a fear, deep down inside of him, that he wanted to prove wrong. The last time he had given this thing a shot, where he had actually tried to socialize, it had been a disaster. The date hadn’t lasted more than five minutes. At the time, he had been furious with Chou for signing him up, and upon coming home he had taken it all out on her. <br><br> He would admit that now, looking back on it, he felt somewhat ashamed with his behavior. But, that was never the problem, was it? Regardless of how he felt, there still remained the fact that he had no control over himself, or his reactions to things, and try as he might, he had the deep settling feeling in his gut that this day was going to be no different. <br><br> Stepping inside, he glanced around. Immediately, his gaze locked onto the back of Chou’s head, and the dark haired man she was sitting with. Mood darkening, his jaw clenched before he forcefully drew his attention away and continued his bored sweep of the room. His gaze trailed to the last table, catching the sight, and reading, the name card before the empty seat. Yasumi Shintatsu. <br><br> It actually frightened him, and for one brief moment the thought of bolting out the door did occur to him. But, firmly, he clenched his fists at his side, and began moving forward until he stood both before the table and the woman sitting at it. His face stiff as granite, and his eyes narrowed to near slits, he practically scowled down at the woman with his usual unnecessary intensity, while he tried to think of something to say. <br><br> Not a single word came. <br> </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| creamcups & tea | Oct 17 2009, 01:59 AM Post #23 |
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spank that zebra;;
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[align=right]counting all different ideas drifting away past and present, they don't matter tag: yasumi[/align] [align=center]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Ivy glanced at her watch as she brought a finger to her mouth to lick it, enabling her to turn the page with ease. Only a minute or so had passed, but she felt rather uncomfortable. It seemed that the rest of the folks here were all younger than her, at least by a good three years at the least. She wondered for a moment if her age showed, though a moment later she felt somewhat ridiculous. Twenty-seven wasn't old, after all. There were many celebrities well into their thirties who were still quite beautiful. And yet, she couldn't help but feel somewhat self-conscious. She was going to turn twenty-eight this year, another step closer to thirty. She worried the inside of her lip as she flipped the page. No, Ivy. This is not how you should behave. Remember, mysterious and calm, keep the nonsense at bay, she told herself as she stared unseeing at the page. When she tried to refocus, she was suddenly aware of someone staring at her. She glanced up quickly, eyes focusing on the form in front of her. She was, admittedly, taken aback by his near glowering expression. Had he been here all along, just waiting for her to show up late? Her eyes unfocused once again, sliding down to his empty hands. That was somewhat disappointing, though not as shocking as his general aura. After all, she hadn't gotten him anything. That was, if this even was her date. Her eyes traveled back up to his face again. He certainly seemed Japanese... The metallic taste of blood told her that she had been biting her cheek subconsciously. She loosened the tension on her jaw quickly, then closed the book gently and put it back in her purse. She stood, offering out a hand. "Yasumi Shintatsu, I presume? I'm Ivy Ashworth." She forced the corners of her lips upwards in an almost congenial smile. "I'm terribly sorry I arrived a few minutes late. I had a bit of trouble with my hair." Perhaps not the most interesting conversation starter, but hopefully it would be a forgivable faux pas. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [/align] dress shoes jewelry |
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| Mr. Darcy | Oct 17 2009, 02:18 AM Post #24 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=400 background="http://i43.tinypic.com/10zzkll.jpg"> <tr> <td> <font color="#808080"> [align=right] <br>outfit; white dress shirt and black pants<br> tag; ivy<br> profile; yasumi shintatsu<br>[/align] <br><br> He had most likely been damned from the very beginning. When she abruptly stood, and held out her hand, he almost flinched and took a step back. Thankfully, he was able to react to that in time, and kept himself rooted to his spot, his gaze quickly flickering down to her hand, feeling as though it were a foreign object. He loathed physical contact, and he was almost on the verge of hysteria as his earlier thoughts replayed themselves through his mind. As if he could pull this off so easily. He was mad to believe he could do it at all. <br><br> Jaw tightening, he attempted to casually fold his arms across his chest, and not look so intimidating as he was well aware he probably looked. He couldn’t quite master a more pleasant expression, however, and found his facial features morphing into something he could master; indifference. <br><br> “It’s fine,” He grunted, and then nearly groaned with his own disbelief directed fully toward himself. Feeling far more than slightly disgruntled, he shifted his attention down to his chair, pulled it out, and then promptly sat down in it. <br><br> After a long pause, he attempted to say something, but faltered. Instead, he cleared his throat and raised one of his hands up to his neck, rubbing at the high tension of his muscles. <br><br> “I was late as well,” He finally managed to say, and gave her a curt nod of his head. <br> </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Oct 17 2009, 03:47 AM Post #25 |
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This looks like a job for....
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A weak smile cracked onto Wes's face. "Yes, I am. And who may you be?" he asked, sitting down. Upon closer inspection, the girl wasn't much older than him, actually looking a bit younger than he was now. She was rather cute, he had to admit to himself. He just had to remember to be polite and courtesy. Another skill his mother taught him, ladies first. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Silver huh? The name suits you" Rack replied, sitting down. Glancing around, she set Sea's carrier down, then retrieved the kitten from its depth. "This is Sea" Rack explained, settling the black feline into her lap. Sea's head twisted around, yellow eyes taking in their surroundings, nose twitching. |
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[align=center] People say you've been talking, you got a big mouth. Saying words you know aren't true, what the hell are you talking about? So now we have a conundrum, and the problem is clearly you. This is the part where it gets ugly, and the solution getting rid of you. You'll never be safe in the shadows, I'll be waiting in the dark. With a shovel and a bag full of lime, and I'll say the devil made me do it. [/align] | |
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| Yumii | Oct 17 2009, 04:25 AM Post #26 |
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hello goodbye
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[align=right]FLORENCECROSBY mood.nervous outfit.shall be described in post~ where.walking to fluorite cafe to fluorite cafe ![]() ![]() date.saturday, spring fourteen, year seven time.??? weather.normal, i guess tag!soleil oriana[/align] [ooc: pffft, sorry it's late! |
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| LemonJuicer | Oct 17 2009, 09:30 AM Post #27 |
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Nut laughed at the mental picture Fred's word's conjured in her mind of the two of them rolling out stuffed to the gills with sugary goodies. When he offered his arm she took it with a smile and led the way to the table covered with things that would go straight to her hips and probably rot her teeth at the same time. She eyed the table with delight. "If all goes well the sugar rush will give us the energy needed to carry out the ten to twenty extra pounds we are about to gain.[/b]" She disentangled her arm with his and picked up a plate and began eyeing up the offerings to decide which would go first. She plucked up a little tartlet of some sort that smelled suspiciously of plum and made her mouth water. She took a little nibble of the treat and gave a little sigh of happiness. Plum. Her favorite of all flavors. She added two more of the tartlets and moved on to the selection of choclatey goods. "So, what are you going for first Mr. Cad." |
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| Solar Lunar | Oct 17 2009, 04:23 PM Post #28 |
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Shoo, fly. You bore me.
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"My name is Brienna Klassen, but you may feel free to call me Brie" Brie said, with a little wink. "So have you lived on this island for a while? I just moved in last winter." A slight blush came across her cheeks as she looked at Wes. He wasn't shabby looking, not shabby at all. (OOC: Gaw, I made a weak post.... sorry) |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Oct 17 2009, 05:48 PM Post #29 |
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This looks like a job for....
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Tag: Brie's it! "I just arrived on the island not to long ago, really" Wes replied. "I've been spending the last few months getting the money to live here really. And from what I've seen, I like it already. Its a very lovely place" he continued, figuring he could her some insight about him. "What about you?" Wes asked, waiting for her reply. ((Yeah.)) |
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| Alix | Oct 17 2009, 08:33 PM Post #30 |
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