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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 14 2009, 12:50 PM (4,361 Views) | |
| BwavoBunny | Oct 20 2009, 03:10 PM Post #61 |
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I'm the Doctor, I'm worse than anyone's aunt!
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Tag: Lyn As his date pulled away from him, Fred snatched up a plate, eyeing the goodies greedily. The time it took her to pick up a tart, nibble it, and decide it was delightful, Fred had already piled four different kinds of cookies on his plate, a slice of chocolate cake, and some sort of pie thing. He really wasn't sure what it was, but it looked delicious. Looking up at her, he blinked, before picking up a heart shaped cookie. "Well I figured I'd start off with the right side of the table, and then just sort of work my way down." Grinning he popped a small, pink, cream puff in his mouth. |
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| LemonJuicer | Oct 20 2009, 05:57 PM Post #62 |
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Tag: Fred Nut laughed cheerily at Fred's reply and his already full plate. "Ahhh... I see. How very appropriate and wise. It will be hard to miss anything if you do a good clean sweep like that.[/b]" She eyed the size of the table in speculation. "Though it would be sad if your stomach kept you from reaching the other end." She picked out an assortment of cookies and a slice of some sort of pink cake. Then she moved to the drink selection and picked herself out a small cup of strawberry milk and a much larger cup of what seemed to be raspberry iced tea. |
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| BwavoBunny | Oct 20 2009, 06:34 PM Post #63 |
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I'm the Doctor, I'm worse than anyone's aunt!
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Tag: Lyn Grinning after he swallowed the cream puff, he picked up another two of those, and a few other tart things before responding. "Yes, well me and my stomach have an agreement. I get to eat as much as I want and he gets to punish me tonight when I'm sleeping." Following Lyn to the drink section, he picked up his own cup, though he went the safe route of just red punch. Motioning back to the table he said, "Shall we head back to the table? I'm pretty sure we can head back here after we've gorged ourselves quite thoroughly." |
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| Mr. Darcy | Oct 20 2009, 06:57 PM Post #64 |
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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> Chou felt that familiar nervous prickle down the back of her neck as she waited, in anticipation, as Jacob first glanced up at her and then down at her outstretched hand. Holding her breath, she waited, her lips pressed firmly together, as she watched his blank stare, but then, as if by a miracle, she heard the short breath of laughter and the way his lips twitched. Her heart pounded noisily within her chest as he reached forward and shook her hand, offering her a simple, “You too”, in response, but it was all she needed to have her grinning from ear to ear like a child who had just been offered candy. <br><br> She had done it! Mental cheers went off in her head, and she was all smiles after they released each others hands and she plopped back down into her seat. Unfortunately, her happy little turnabout didn’t last very long. The moment she had seated herself back down into her chair, and glanced back up at him, it felt as though whatever momentary connection they had had been lost. With wide eyes, she watched in silence as Jacob’s narrowed gaze focused on the decorations of the table, glaring at them with such determination she thought perhaps he, too, had the power to set things on fire by giving them a scary face. <br><br> To her ultimate horror, a second later he merely rose from his seat and walked off. For one agonizing moment, as she watched him walk off, face pale, she thought that he was leaving. It actually took a few belated moments of staring at him, at the food table and collecting food onto a dish, before she realized that he hadn’t just stranded her here all by herself. <br><br> The rest of her time was spent in solitude, where she had folded her hands into her lap and stared down at them. For the moment, she had forcefully turned her fountain of never ending panic and doubt off, to leave her mind eerily blank. But, it had only been for a moment, and by the time Jacob had returned to the table she was into a deep mental conversation with herself, trying to encourage a conversation, since she could normally talk too much. <br><br> “Do you like… food?” <br><br> The single sentence startled her out of her thoughts, and brought her gaze back up to Jacob. Then, slowly, she glanced down at the plate he had made for her, and she stared at it, dumbfounded. But, then, a smile bloomed and she gratefully reached out to pull the plate toward her. <br><br> “Yes, I love food.” She told him as she inspected her plate full of all kinds of different Valentine’s themed snacks. “Thank you for getting me a plate,” She added as an after thought, and lifted her gaze up to smile at him. Reaching down, she picked up a heart shaped cookie with red sprinkles all over it and tried it out. <br><br> “I really like to cook, too.” She went on to tell him, appearing to be less nervous now that she had something to distract her and something to talk about. “I like to make up my own recipes!” She giggled at that, and squirmed in her chair, taking another bite of her cookie. </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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| LemonJuicer | Oct 20 2009, 07:31 PM Post #65 |
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Tag: Fred Nut found herself laughing again at Fred's joke about his agreement with his stomach. She was beginning to notice that Fred's company seemed to always make her glad she had done something. First she had been nervous about her move to the island, then met him straight off the ferry. Then she had been nervous about coming here, and once again he completely obliterated that nervousness. When he joined her at the drink station and suggested heading back to the table she grinned. "Yes lets, and if we make it to a third trip back then we know we have crossed the line and will have to move said line just like we'd have to loosed our metaphorical belts." She led the way to the table and set her precariously balanced load down then settled into her chair. She picked up a jam filled cookie and ate half of it with one large bite. When she finshed chewing and swallowed she glanced around the room. "So, you've been here longer than I have, notice any couples of interest?" |
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| Nochii | Oct 20 2009, 09:59 PM Post #66 |
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| creamcups & tea | Oct 20 2009, 11:44 PM Post #67 |
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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 bit back a bitter sigh; this wasn't how she had expected the date to go at all. In her mind, what she envisioned as the worst case scenario was a pimply teenager, just barely turned eighteen, nervous and scared out of his mind though extremely desperate for a date of sorts. Of course, her best case scenario had been to walk in, see a Greek god in human form seated at her table, a bouquet of roses and a beautiful piece of jewelry in hand and have the best manners of any man she had ever met. But that was totally unrealistic, and this date didn't seem too much like real life either; no, this was a bad dream. A very, very awkward bad dream. She glanced at him as he answered, giving a small nod. Her mouth felt suddenly dry. Why didn't I get anything to drink? she thought helplessly as she nibbled at the edge of a cookie. She didn't taste anything and it took a large effort to swallow. Still, she maintained a calm mask, even though her insides were fretting about how exactly to make conversation with this man. It appeared that he didn't like to indulge in idle chit-chat, and while she didn't either, she had no clue about his likes or dislikes. Finally managing to swallow the bite of cookie, she set the treat down, patted her mouth with a napkin, then cleared her throat lightly. "Might I ask as to who your favorite author is?" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [/align] dress shoes jewelry |
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| Mr. Darcy | Oct 21 2009, 12:25 AM Post #68 |
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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 was so caught up in his own thoughts that the answer to her question came strangely without hesitation. “Murasaki Shikibu.” <br><br> At hearing his own answer, his dark brows drew closer together over his narrowed eyes, and his gaze slowly lifted up to meet the woman across from him. Despite her earlier introduction, Yasumi realized he hadn’t paid attention long enough to catch who she had introduced herself as. Lowering his gaze, he took in the card which clearly had Ivy Ashworth written across it before redirecting his attention once more. <br><br> The question had sparked at least somewhat of an interest in him. Mainly because he hadn’t been asked such a question since he was a boy. Memories, fine, easily remembered, memories flooded over him of a time in the past where he had spent his childhood reading. Among other things, of course, but he had particularly enjoyed The Tale of Genji. <br> </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| creamcups & tea | Oct 21 2009, 12:40 AM Post #69 |
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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's eyebrows went up, seemingly of their own accord, in rather delightful surprise at the quick answer. She had expected a pregnant pause, followed by a bored answer. Then again, she might've done the same thing had she been stuck with an overly chatty, gossipy date. But it seemed she was finally getting somewhere, as Yasumi had met her gaze, albeit he looked rather confused... Or possibly angry. She nodded, taking another bite of her cookie. "Lady Murasaki. I'm unfortunately not extremely knowledgeable of her works. I've only read one or two poems back in secondary school. Would you mind my asking what your favorite poem is?" She made a hurried mental note to see if the public library (where there a public library on the island) had any of her works. If she ran into this Yasumi Shintatsu again, she would want to make knowledgeable conversation, instead of floundering about with only a tiny bit of information on their subject. She made to say who her own favorite author was, but immediately held her tongue. She wouldn't want Yasumi thinking her a vain woman. Instead, she finished off her cookie, awaiting for his permittance to speak of the subjects she was interested in. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [/align] dress shoes jewelry |
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| Mr. Darcy | Oct 21 2009, 01:09 AM Post #70 |
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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> Blinking, he hesitated for the slightest of a moment, unsure of how he felt about this subject. While he found himself slightly curious upon the conversation they had stumbled into, he, as well, found himself wary with sharing information about himself. After a moments pause, however, he decided to appease her mostly due to the fact that it was a rare occurrence for him to join into any sort of conversation at all. <br><br> 「世の中。。。」 <br><br> Instinctively, he began to recite the poem in its original format, and quickly realized his mistake. His jaw clenching, betraying his self-directed frustration, he took in a deep breath and averted his gaze. <br><br> “Ah…” He tried again, pausing to try and translate it into the English language. “My place in the world… why should it bring me grief? Mountain cherry blossoms in my sight, were it ever so…” <br><br> The translation made him uncomfortable, and that, in turn, made him slightly agitated. <br> </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| Marie ♪ | Oct 21 2009, 02:01 AM Post #71 |
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[dohtml] <center> <table style="background-color: #D3D3D3; border-color: #472F1F; border-width: 1px; border-style: solid; " width="90%"> <tr> <td STYLE=" padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; border-width: 2px; border-color: #824217; border-style: dashed; "> <font color="#472F1F" face="Cambria" style="font-size: 10px; "> <p align="right"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v423/akie_images/derek-avatar-2.png"><br> Derek Tanner</p> <br> Tag: Lia Himmel <br><br> If not for Ida's gentle reminders and forceful actions, not only would Derek have never signed up for this, he also would have never arrived for it. But his loving aunt had made sure that he was wearing clean clothes, had hidden all of his labcoats (since there was no WAY Ida was going to allow him to go on a date wearing one!) and had even forced him to brush and slightly grease his hair. Derek actually looked...presentable. You could almost call him handsome! <br><br> However, you couldn't say he was comfortable. The thought of a date didn't make him nervous in the least bit - but he felt quite uncomfortable without a big lab coat draped over his shoulders. He felt naked without it. No matter the weather or the event, he always had a coat with him. With no coat over his best brown slacks, grey-and-white pinstriped dress shirt and black suspenders, he felt...cold. <br><br> Frankly, the restaurant was nice and warm. Very cozy. He'd never been to this place before, and he had quite a bit of trouble finding it. Yes, he'd gotten lost in town. Yes, getting lost involved a trip to what he thought was a tool store. Yes, the store was closed. Derek could do nothing but look longingly through the windows, and...discovered he was looking into a jewelry store. Well. That was a big disappointment. <br><br> Why were there tools on display in a jewelry store?? Wait, had those been tools, or just jewelry on display? Diamonds could be used for tools, right? <br><br> ...... <br><br> Such were the random thought patterns that were circulating though Derek's mind as he finally stepped into the café. Since his watch was broken, he had no way of knowing he was more than half an hour late. <br><br> He looked around from table to table, nearly sitting down a few times before someone told him that this was <i>not</i> his table, and upon hearing his name, directed him to the correct table. But then he would get confused and try to sit at a <i>different</i> wrong table. <br><br> After three attempts, he finally got it right. A lovely young woman was sitting at this table all by herself. Hoping this was the right one, he nodded to her and asked, "Lia Himmel... Uh, that's the name, right?" <br> </font> </td> </tr> </table> </center> [/dohtml] |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Oct 21 2009, 03:09 AM Post #72 |
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Tag: Brie and Silver "Well.....I was just hired by one of the ranches here on the island. But, lately I've been doing some odd jobs. Guess you could say I'm more of an handyman." Wes explained, sweating a little. The more thought about it, the more it seemed accurate. Its all he ever did, all he was ever good at. His mother always relied on him to help her make and fix things around the house, due to the absence of his father. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rack's stomach agreed, rumbling loudly. "Yeah, I guess we should. They have a great looking spread" she said, setting Sea onto the floor. Rack dashed around the table, and pulled on Silver's arm. "They have some yummy looking cakes, but maybe a muffin or two would be delicious" she said, pulling him towards the center table, Sea weaving in and out of her legs. ((You know, I actually married Toby the fisherman in Tree of Tranquility.)) |
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| TigerToes | Oct 21 2009, 10:33 AM Post #73 |
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| Silver | Oct 21 2009, 11:06 AM Post #74 |
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Tag: Rack Rack sprung up and pulled on Silver's arm urging him to hurry. It was nice because he was hungry as well but wanting to be a gentle man he waited untill Rack was ready. Obviously the time had come now. "Okay well lets go i do see some delecious food set out that's ripe for the picking." said Silver getting up from his chair and was then lead to the buffet. Who ever organized this event really put a lot of time and money into it. The dishes where nice, the set up was grand and the food took your breath away. It was like a mini-vacation that would only last for a few hours. "Where to start." said Silver. |
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| Mrs. Darcy | Oct 21 2009, 12:36 PM Post #75 |
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[align=left]Tag: Dark [/align] After making sure her food wasn’t going to jump off her plate and start salsa dancing, KyMee looked over toward Dark remembering his salute and couldn’t help but laugh momentarily. From the looks of it the saluter was done filling his plate and on his way over to their table. She couldn’t decide whose plate had more food on not that it really mattered; although to make sure she picked up two small cookies and started to slowly eat them in a silent race to a clean plate. Playing the game when only one else knew, was a guaranteed way to win. Dark had seated himself, and when KyMee’s eyes glanced up she was caught in a quick lock with his own. The red eyes were definitely different and it was not to say they did not shock her just a tad, but more so drew curiosity. Contacts, perhaps? Or the lighting of the café? Did her eyes look red to him…No now she was just sounding stupid! “So, KyMee, please tell me about you,” The words made her realize how lost she’d gotten from reality, the words brought her spinning back and she realized his eyes weren’t so tightly locked onto her own anymore. Quickly looking down at her plate and allowing her fingers picking up a larger heart shaped cookie she stuck a decent sized piece of it into her mouth. This allowed her time to realize the question he had asked, and to stop being so drawn by the unique color of his eyes- it was probably just contacts anyways. Shrugging, she swallowed the last bit of the cookie bite “I am not that interesting of a person if I may be honest. I draw, and take care of my dog Kasch. That’s the extent of my life in short.” KyMee had scooted her body back against the chair, and set the cookie down into her plate full of treats and a few food items. Speaking of her drawing brought back the realization of the loss of her sketch pad, and she felt the need to have a pencil to press to paper and start drawing. As much fun as Dark had been, and surprisingly distracted her for minutes from her addiction, nothing could beat the feeling drawing gave her and the call the drug played to her heart. Rach Notes: Sorry about the delay myself. x-x I've caught a really horrible cold. It came about Sunday, and just finally began getting better the other day. Let's hope it continues on that. My replies might be slow for a few days though. Sorry! |
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