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| Valentine's Day; date reveal! | |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Oct 19 2009, 01:17 AM Post #46 |
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Tag: Will/Rumi Humming to himself, Will opens the door to Fluorite Café, taking care not to snag the guitar slung over his shoulder in the aforementioned door. The black haired man was on the fence as to whether or not to bring it along, eventually coming to the conclusion that it could be a point of conversation if it gets quiet, or if worse comes to worse, he could always jam out and hopefully entertain his date and the other patrons. Adjusting the guitar strap across his chest, Will decides that it would probably be a good idea to step out of the doorway, lest somebody having a horrible date decides to make a quick sprint for the door. As Will searches for his table, he can’t help but notice all the new faces, to him, at least. The only person here so far that he knows would be Chou, and judging by the fact that both seats at her table are occupied, it’s a safe bet that she isn’t his date for the day. Noting that the table next to them is empty though, Will walks over and reads the card on the table. Rumi Phoenix/Will Fortune Well, that was easy. Leaning his guitar up against his chair, the black haired man quickly runs off to grab a couple of glasses of punch. May as well save the initial trip for whenever Rumi shows up, right? …Speaking of which, why in the heck does that name sound so familiar? The man’s face shows his confused thought as he returns to the table, setting the punch glasses down. Picking up his guitar before sliding into his chair, the man continues to mull over it as he looks at his reflection in the punch. Wait a minute…didn’t Jill meet a ‘Rumi’ on the docks when she first arrived? According to his sister, the woman was nice, but then again, every woman that Jill meets is nice according to her. The look on Will’s face shifts to a smirk as he hopes that she shows up soon so he can make his own judgment on his sister’s acquaintance. |
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| Ricochet | Oct 19 2009, 06:26 AM Post #47 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=500 bgcolor=#7F4A33 style="border:1px dotted #484034;"> <tr> <td background="http://i42.tinypic.com/2ns7yn5.jpg" height=400> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> <font color="#F4BA69"> Tag: Irene <br> <br>------<br><br> Wyatt kept an eye out on the door, and so was watching when just moments, it seemed, after he himself had entered and taken a seat, a woman dressed in all black entered, and he noted her cringe upon being greeted with all the lovely colors, no doubt. To his eye, she looked just a bit like death warmed over - her skin was pale enough to match, too, it seemed. He felt a bit of sympathy for the woman, to have to come in a place like this when she no doubt rarely ever saw such bright colors, until she stopped at his table. <br><br> She looked quite unamused with the whole situation, and he honestly had no clue what to do. But then her expression lightened all of a sudden, and he glanced down to realize it must have been because of the rose he held. Blinking, he reckoned that it had been a good thing after all, that he listened to his ma and sister and that. He scrambled to his feet, hat in hand, a second or two before she introduced herself, and bowed slightly in response to her curtsy. <br><br> "Howdy," Sitting again now, he glanced at the name on the card, "Miss Irene, an' it would appear that way." With a small smile, here is where he offered the rose to the woman, saying, "I reckon it'd be good for you t'get something other than a headache out of this, ma'am." </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
| Ulysses & Trey Sloane | Clint Allen | Irene Parker | Wyatt Tanner | |
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| Ricochet | Oct 19 2009, 06:41 AM Post #48 |
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Tag: Aspen -------- Well, Ulysses was quite glad to see that the young lady seemed quite pleased and joyous at the roses he'd brought. He smiled a little more when she actually bowed to him, and did find it just ever-so-slightly peculiar that she seemed to not want to speak, but either took it as her being overly shy or simply that she couldn't. The silence continued as she shook her head at his apology, and he tilted his head to the side just a bit as she reached over to replace the roses with a box of something, chocolates he could guess, to give - to him? "Oh!" He smiled even more, accepting the candy. He did have a nice sweet tooth himself, after all. "Thank you very much," He said slowly, dipping his head in gratitude, after which he took a seat, as she'd silently instructed. "You must have known I love sweets," Ulysses said, again slowly, and chuckled, while opening the box. He took out a chocolate and bit into it, savoring it for a moment. Smiling, he extended the box to her. "Mm, they are quite good - you must have some, too!" Despite the fact that there were also plenty of sweets to have on the table in the center of the room. Oh well, she had bought the candy after all, and hey, if she didn't like it, he would go get her some from the table. |
| Ulysses & Trey Sloane | Clint Allen | Irene Parker | Wyatt Tanner | |
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| Rin | Oct 19 2009, 06:54 AM Post #49 |
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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><br> <font face="tahoma">Irene nodded in approval when he bowed in response to her curtsy. At least being a cowboy type, he was a respectable man. Not that she had anything against coyboys, no. It was just that, all the cowboy's Irene'd met in her time were mannerless hicks, who couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. However, Wyatt seemed quite.... suave for a country man. She wondered to herself how old she was, and how long it would take for him to call her a witch, or something like that. Irene was very surprised that he hadn't taken his sweet introduction time asking if she was really Irene, or look at her funny and ask what she does for a living, though it was pretty obvious. She was an undertaker. Irene raised an eyebrow for a split second, and returned Wyatt's gaze. <br><br> But, Wyatt exceeded her firsthand expectations by addressing her as respectfully as "ma'am", and handing her a bright red rose while he was at it. Irene smiled warmly, and took the beautiful flower. When she pricked her finger on the thorns, she was secretly glad he hadn't gone to the trouble of cutting them off, because she liked roses better that way. Natural. They are beautiful, and untouchable. Like cactuses, but some cactuses were ugly. But the two had thorns for the same reason. To keep away predators. Irene could relate to the plants, if only a little. Her exterior repelled people, but she was really a very nice person if one get to know her. Only, many didn't take that chance. <br><br> "Thank you very much." Irene said. "I can't recall the last time I've recieved a gift like this." When she said this, Irene was telling the complete and absolute truth. If I haven't made it apparent enough already, people didn't generally go out of their way to get to know Irene. However excited she was inside, to possibly be making a friend, Irene stayed composed on the outside. "So, Wyatt, not to be nosy, but what do you do for a living?" she asked, in a desperate attempt to make some sort of conversation between the two of them. </font> </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Ricochet | Oct 19 2009, 07:18 AM Post #50 |
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| Ulysses & Trey Sloane | Clint Allen | Irene Parker | Wyatt Tanner | |
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| TigerToes | Oct 19 2009, 07:36 AM Post #51 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=400 bgcolor=white style="border:1px solid #000000;"> <tr> <td>[align=center] [/align]<div style="width:400px;text-align:justify">· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · <br><br>tag: Ulysses <br><br>The date being off to a good start, Aspen felt free to relax and enjoy herself. Really, she couldn’t have asked for a nicer guy to accompany her on this Valentine’s Day event. Maybe it wasn’t apparent from her silence that she was pleased with everything so far, but the constant smiling between her and Ulysses was probably enough to power the café with a thousand watts of energy. <br><br> She followed Ulysses back to the table. There was no longer any need for the name cards now that they had both managed to find the right table, so she moved the cards aside to make room for the bouquet and chocolate boxes. As she’d hoped, the chocolates were well-received. Could she have known that even at this age, Ulysses would take to them like a kid in a candy store? Maybe not, but she’d never met anyone who didn’t like chocolate. <br><br>“Sure!” Despite herself, she couldn’t help but happily accept the chance to pick out a bonbon. They were all supposed to be for Ulysses, but since he offered… Aspen selected a white chocolate bonbon with milk chocolate stripes and took a bite. Heavenly. She was glad that there were other desserts at the buffet table, or she might be tempted to munch on all of Ulysses’ candy. Her particular favorite was anything with white chocolate or cherries. But then again, she could eat anything drizzled in chocolate and be perfectly content. <br><br> She finished off the rest of the bonbon and reached inside her pocket. It wasn't another present, but a slim black marker. Without it, conversation would be impossible. <br><br> “I hope the silence isn’t too much of a bother. I can’t hear you, but if you speak slowly it should be okay. – Aspen” She drew a flower at the end of the message, and nudged the name card across the table. </td> </tr> </table></div> [/dohtml] |
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| Mr. Darcy | Oct 19 2009, 04:39 PM Post #52 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center width="400" cellpadding=15 bgcolor="CBFCFF" style="border:1px solid #0075FF;"> <tr> <td> <font color=1C75D8> <font face="Copperplate Gothic Bold" size=4> Spring 14th, 07</font><br> <font face="Bookman Old Style" size=1> chou's outfit | tag: Chou & Jacob</font> <font size=3> ------------------------------------------------------------<br></font> <br> <br> Nervously, she fumbled with the straps of her small purse, and glanced between the man opposite of her and the decorations on their table. Really, it was all rather embarrassing, what with all the heart-shaped glitter sprinkles, and Valentine’s color themed vases, flowers, napkins, and even plates. <br><br> Her attention was brought back up to the man, though, when he introduced himself as Jacob. Feeling herself sigh in relief, she immediately smiled back at him, even though he had only offered her a slow nod of his head. His reserved manner, in all truth, was making her slightly nervous. Okay, maybe a little bit more than just slightly. <br><br> She supposed, though, that she should have been used to these sort of interactions by now, given that the man she was currently boarding with had little to nothing to say the majority of the time. Unfortunately, silence wasn’t a strong point for her, and more often then naught, left her to deal with all her doubts and thoughts. <br><br> A silence stretched out between the two of them, and Chou wrung her fingers together out of nervous habit, glancing up apprehensively at Jacob from time to time, only to glance away again and bite her bottom lip. She didn’t do these blind date things often, but the opportunity to finally get out and meet new people often had her jumping in before she had time to think about it. <br><br> Actually, in fact, she hadn’t really thought about it at all until she’d walked into the café and was now facing the fact that she was supposedly on a date! With a guy! The thought made her cheeks burn, and she was startled somewhat when her date abruptly asked her if she was all right. <br><br> “I-I’m fine,” She stumbled out quickly, perhaps too much so. But then she mentally scolded herself, feeling as though she were being far too jumpy and nervous for something so simple. There was no reason for her to be so edgy, and unable to talk, because it was probably putting Jacob in a very hard position! <br><br> B-But, what to say!? Oh, wait! She knew! <br><br> “It’s nice to meet you, Jacob,” She suddenly burst out, and extended her arm across the table in the usual handshake greeting. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” <br><br> Wait, why did she have to say that last part? She snapped her mouth shut and inwardly groaned. It sounded so… out of place. It wasn’t normal to say something like that, was it? Not when you didn’t really know the person? No one had ever said it to her before. She hoped he didn’t think she was weird. <br><br> (( ooc: Hehe, I really liked your post. ^^ )) </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn144/underliningsilence/chou_table_thing.jpg" height="258"> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| Solar Lunar | Oct 19 2009, 05:29 PM Post #53 |
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Brie put her hand on her chin as she stared into her thoughts. "Well, I guess you could call me an artist. I like to sketch and paint landscapes as well as many other things," Brie stopped looking into her daze and looked back at Wes and smiled. This island was much more beautiful than the paintings and sketches Brie made of it..... her work couldn't even compare... "So what do you do here for a living? Do you enjoy it?" Brie asked with curiosity obvious in her voice. But she then realized she'd probably just put Wes on the spot. |
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| Rin | Oct 19 2009, 06:08 PM Post #54 |
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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> [ooc]: short as hell, but what the f*** ever. xDD <br><br> <font face="tahoma">A rancher, huh. For some reason, Irene wasn't too surprised when he told her what he did everyday. After all, by his attire, and scent of animals, it was more than slightly obvious. Not that she had a problem with that or anything. Irene liked animals, but didn't quite fancy the smell of their dung. She was glad Wyatt didn't smell of dung, to say the least. It took her a minute for her to register that he'd thrown the question right back at her. "Ah.... I'm Obsidian's mortician, and funeral director. Undertaker, if you will. I live in the Hematite Woods, just adjacent to the Howlite Cemetery. It's not really hard to miss, because it's the only cottage in the whole gravesite, after all." Irene chuckled nervously. <br><br> She was relieved her tension when he suggested that they leave the hell hole, and go somewhere more open and peaceful. "Ah! That would be really... nice." Irene almost exclaimed, trying to hide her excitement of leaving the evil pink place. "Yes, let's go to the waterfall." she said, trying to regain her semi-lost composure. The anxiety of leaving the cafe was getting to her, and she found herself glancing down at the floor. She would be glancing down at her feet, but, her dress was just long enough to brush the tops of her formal shoes. </font> </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Ricochet | Oct 19 2009, 06:53 PM Post #55 |
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Tag: Aspen ----- Ulysses smiled when Aspen took a white chocolate bonbon with milky stripes, and seemed to quite enjoy it. Smiling still, he finished off the rest of his dark chocolate with a cherry center bonbon and watched Aspen as she got something out of her pocket, which proved to be a black-tipped marker. He continued watching as she began to write something on the name card, and was beginning to suspect that perhaps she was indeed deaf, as she couldn't be mute - she had spoken a word earlier. “I hope the silence isn’t too much of a bother. I can’t hear you, but if you speak slowly it should be okay. – Aspen” He read, once she slid it over to him. His smile had dissipated as he read, and he blinked, but then he nodded and it was right back in place. Looking up at her, he shook his head. "No bother," He said, slowly, making sure to pronounce everything so it would be easier for her to tell what he'd said. He looked at the card again, and the cute little flower she'd drawn at the end of it. Smiling again, he slid it back over to her, and tapped the flower. "I must say, you are a good artist, Miss Aspen." Ulysses said, chuckling at the end of it. Glancing back at the food table, he looked to Aspen and, waving a hand towards it, asked, "Are you hungry, shall we go get some sweets?" |
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| Ricochet | Oct 19 2009, 06:53 PM Post #56 |
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| Silver | Oct 19 2009, 08:00 PM Post #57 |
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Silver merely laughed. He looked back at his life and the only thing he saw was him at some body of water. "Just about every day of my life." said Silver. And for the most part it was very true. Fishing was the world to Silver. It occupied the time he was lost in the world with no memory of his life. "It really just calms you down if your really stressed out or just want some time to think about things. It's great actully. So soon we probibly should get some food so it doesn't go to waste." sugessted Silver. |
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| Indigo | Oct 19 2009, 09:32 PM Post #58 |
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[align=right]tag :: chou[/align] One would have to be blind not to see that the girl across from him was nervous. The fumbling, the unsteady gaze, the uneasy wringing of the hands... all signs pointed to anxious. And for this, he felt bad. He wanted at least one of them to be comfortable and have a good time, and it was only natural for him to prioritize her enjoyment over his own. However, it seemed as though he was failing quite a bit, since it appeared that they were both a bit unsettled. There was almost no room for doubt, either: the quickness and shakiness of her voice when she told him that she was fine was sort of hard to misinterpret. And he knew his feelings, or at least he was pretty sure he did anyway. Nevertheless, it was good to hear she was fine... or at least polite enough to pretend she was. The man gave another single, slow nod in response before he dove into a deep staring contest with his lap. Ah, what now? One option would be to just bolt right away - but then, wouldn't that be insulting to Chou? Just running off before they could even have a proper conversation? Actually, even leaving later would still be awful, because he wouldn't have any real reason to. The only one was his own selfish need to end his discomfort, and that was just rather pathetic. So. This left him to think of a way to make things enjoyable - or at the very least, get rid of this awkwardness between them. However, Chou's extension of her hand and her outcry of, “It’s nice to meet you, Jacob. Happy Valentine’s Day,” broke the beginning of his brainstorming. The man's gaze settled on the girl's hand, then moved back to meet her eyes. He blinked at her for a moment, a little confused at the suddenness of her words. However, he managed to give a short, quiet laugh as he took her hand and shook it, the corner of his mouth curled ever-so-slightly in a tiny smile. "You too," he said, feeling a bit less awkward now. Her words weren't really that strange, but they had just the right amount of odd to loosen the tension on his part. Actually, now that he thought about it, it was somewhat comforting to know that she felt just as weird in this situation as he did. But also because of her words, he felt the need to try to help coax more comfort for the both of him. However, the issue was, just what on earth was he to say in order to do this? ... Finding the answer quickly proved to be very difficult. Glaring at the pink sparkliness before him, the gears in his head turned and turned. But... all he could think of was how much they overdid the decorations. S-So, deciding it would be best to change the scenery a bit, he rose to his feet and turned. Slowly, Jacob walked towards the table in the middle and picked up two plates. As he began to stack food onto both of them, he pushed the gears in his head harder, thinking of anything to say. The man quickly realized he would get nothing out of his head alone, so he looked around at the other couples and tried to listen in on their conversations for some ideas. But, alas, the noise was too much and he could extract nothing more than incoherent fragments. He still continued trying though, or at least until he felt something hit his foot. Looking down, Jacob saw two halves of a heart-shaped cookie lying sadly on either side of his shoe. Turning his gaze back to the plate, his eyes immediately bulged. One had a huge mountain of, well, everything and the other hand a single, lonely little biscuit. Cursing, Jacob began distributing the food evenly over the plates. Though when they had the same amount, it was still probably too much. Nevertheless, though, he picked them up and began bringing them back. He'd left Chou alone long enough, hadn't he...? He just hoped that she was offended or anything by how much food he had brought for both of them. Just in case, though, he offered an uneasy twitch of his mouth - which was intended to be an apologetic smile - as he placed the plates down on their table and took his seat. There, he was reminded about trying to think of something to say. All right, maybe if I... just... say anything. First thing that comes to mind. Okay. That sounds good. Now go! "Do you like... food?" ... Well then. All righty. Maybe not such a good idea after all. |
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| Alix | Oct 19 2009, 09:54 PM Post #59 |
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| Mrs. Darcy | Oct 20 2009, 12:20 PM Post #60 |
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[align=left]Tag: Derek[/align] It seemed like hours that Lia had been sitting at her table watching all the other tables around her fill up with two people, and yet somehow she was the only one still at her table. Luckily, Lia always was looking on the brightside, and she didn't let the full tables around her sour her mood. Instead, she'd spent her time making sure when she sat down that her bluedress wouldn't reveal more than she was comfortable with, gotten some soup to sip on while waiting and a plate of cookies that she set in the middle of the table for her and her date, Derek, to share. Her eyes, which were two different shades of blue, glanced around in hopes that the person walking towards her table was Derek but she was wrong and he passed right by her. Still not giving up hope, her fingers brushed her hair she'd spent the last hour curling out of her face. If Lia would have known the time and frustration it took to curl ones hair, she would have never attempted it without Taryn's help. I wonder why Taryn didn't sign up for this.. Lia thought taking a sip from her spoon which was full of soup. After almost finishing half of her soup bowl, she'd decided it was rude to get full before her date even arrived, and gently pushed it off to the side, and relaxed just a bit back against her chair watching the other couples that had been paired up. Everyone looked like they were having so much fun, and she couldn't wait to do the same. She just hoped being so nervous about a blind date wasn't going to be a problem...or the fact this was her very first date ever in her life. I hope Taryn won't be jealous... |
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