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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 14 2009, 12:50 PM (4,360 Views) | |
| Mrs. Darcy | Oct 21 2009, 01:34 PM Post #76 |
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The best Villager of them all
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[align=left]Tag: Derek Tanner[/align] The clock seemed to move much faster than Lia had expected each time she glanced up. Had it really been ten minutes since she last looked at the darn invention? Couldn’t time slow down, and hopefully wind backwards just for a little so she might have enough time to enjoy her Valentine Blind Date? Unfortunately time could never rewind unless you were a movie, and even than at a point it had to stop. Making the decision not to watch the clock she focused on her bowl of soup that was half full. She was quite curious how cold it’d gotten, or maybe it hadn’t? Only time could tell. There was that word again. Time and she looked back up at the clock and quickly sighed when she caught herself doing it. Convinced there was some way to distract herself that didn’t involve time she looked around at the tables again, noticing a couple people she’d met before: Yasumi and Chou. A smile flew across her face as she watched Yasumi in his typical mood, and Chou who looked like she was having a good time. How long had it been since she’d been over to Chou’s? Chou after all was her best friend, so she made a note to go see her soon. Of course not tonight. Looking at another table she realized that a boy sitting there looked like someone she had seen sit down at another table. That’s a bit odd… She thought, and watched him move around to several tables. Her heart began to beat hard and fast as he came closer in a struggle of musical tables. It was the next table that made her heart stop inside her chest- he was headed for her table and it was completely clear. The lump in her throat grasped her air and cut her words from being able to fall out of her throat. His words were faint as he asked if he’d gotten her name correct, and all she could bring herself to do in the next moments was turn the card in the middle of the table toward him- his name and her own were on each side. Nodding her head in an attempt for a silent yes until her words were given back, she pushed the card back into place. Attempting to push the lump out of her throat she silently cleared her throat by putting her hand up to her mouth, and turning her head slightly. Grateful for the magic trick that had worked she looked back at him and smiled nervously. “Yes, you did get the name correct. You must be Derek Tanner? I got us a plate of cookies to share, or..you don’t have to I just thought it might be nice.” Wanting to smack herself already, she took an invisible needle and sewed her mouth shut. She wanted to talk, she didn’t which would she chose? At least her date didn’t ditch, and that made the date that had barely begun start perfectly…even if he was a million years late. |
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| Solar Lunar | Oct 21 2009, 03:54 PM Post #77 |
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Shoo, fly. You bore me.
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Brie nodded her head in response, "I see..." was all she managed to get out, wishing she said more. In the corner of Brie's eyes she could see the table of goodies, covered with delicious treats and people trying to stuff as much as they could on their plate. Brie smiled, "So Wes, do you want to get something to eat before all the good stuff is gone?" She nodded her head towards the table and smiled. Brie then stood up and got two plates and held one out to Wes, "Help yourself," she said with a playful wink. Her green eyes had a small sparkle in them, showing that she was obviously content. |
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| creamcups & tea | Oct 21 2009, 09:54 PM Post #78 |
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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 watched the table in front of her intently as she waited for Yasumi to speak. After a moment, she realized that she was holding her breath. Was she really that eager to hear him talk? She bit the inside of her lip, doubting that was it. Perhaps it was just that she longed to meet anyone who shared a common interest, something that she felt it would be rather hard to find on a rural farming island. She wondered back to her original intentions of coming to the island. Yes, a little fresh air would do her good. Time away from her hectic family would be good, and perhaps she would finally find the love of her dreams. But now she wondered why she hadn't moved simply to somewhere in rural England, where, if she ever missed her mother (Goddess forbid), she would be only a few hour's train ride from her. She let out a silent sigh, coming back to the real world just after Yasumi had started his poem. Her eyes focused for a moment on his, then unfocused once more, listlessly staring at the air over his left shoulder. She listened to the rest of the short poem, finding it quite captivating. She could practically hear the soft lull of Lady Murasaki's voice, the sound of a shamisen playing gently in the background. She furtively wished she could speak Japanese. "Waka," she murmured, pale eyes traveling to her hands folded in her lap, "would best be understood in it's own language, despite being lovely in English." She wet her lips lightly with her tongue, before reciting one of the ones she had heard back in high school. "Someone passes, and while I wonder if it is he... the midnight moon is covered with clouds." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [/align] dress shoes jewelry |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Oct 21 2009, 11:34 PM Post #79 |
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Tag: Silver and Brie "Not sure" Rack muttered, surveying the spread. "Well....I say we a try a bit of everything!" Rack declared, picking up a plate and began loading it up. A little cupcake with pink frosting and white sprinkles, a chocolate danish drizzled in some unknown sauce, a sliver of strawberry cake, and a cup of a fuzzy, looking drink. A little ways off, some more cake and assorted goodies say nearby. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- " I suppose we should" Wes said, blushing from her wink. He turned to the goodies table, glancing at all the sweets laid out. He wasn't sure where to start. Shrugging a bit, he began to pick out his food. Soon his plate had an delicious smelling apple fritter on it, some flan, two peach tarts, and some chocolate covered fruit. Done selecting his "meal" Wes met Brie back at their table. |
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| Ricochet | Oct 22 2009, 12:42 AM Post #80 |
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Tag: Aspen ----- Ulysses watched as Aspen took one of the yellow roses in hand and twirled it around as though she were thinking on something, but then suddenly she reached towards him and put it behind his ear! "Masterpiece!" She then exclaimed, as if just completing something that she had been working on for quite some time and was quite proud of it. Smiling widely, he chuckled at her antics; which were quite cute, he must add. "Ah, but a masterpiece is nothing without the skill of the artist who created it." Ulysses said softly, slowly. “Happy.. va-len-tine’s.” She said, to which he again smiled and nodded. Taking her hand in one of his, he then leaned over and grabbed another one of the yellow roses, stared down at it for just a second or two, then put it behind Aspen's ear, much as she had done with him. "Thank you, and I hope it will be a good day for both of us." He said, then walking with her the few paces over to the food table. Letting his hand drop, his eyes lit upon the various cakes there to be had. Grabbing a plate for himself and one for Aspen, he handed one to her, then went about helping himself to a piece or two of cake. |
| Ulysses & Trey Sloane | Clint Allen | Irene Parker | Wyatt Tanner | |
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| Solar Lunar | Oct 22 2009, 04:01 PM Post #81 |
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Shoo, fly. You bore me.
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Brie gathered up, what appeared to be a cranberry scone, in the shape of a heart of course, a heart shaped cookie with sprinkles on it, some chocolate dipped strawberries, and a couple of pink creampuffs. "It's never really Valentines day until there's treats!" Brie smiled, "So Happy Valentines Day, Wes." She nodded her head and then took a piece of her scone and a popped it in her mouth. Strangely enough, Brie actually liked this 'date', it was more fun than she expected. She put her hands in her lap and sat in her chair, waiting for Wes to say something. |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Oct 23 2009, 01:50 AM Post #82 |
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"Happy Valentine's Day to you to, Brie" Wes said, blushing a bit harder. He popped an peach tart into his mouth, savoring its taste. He could taste some cinnamon thrown in, making it a bit spicy. Setting it down, he took a bite of his flan. Some strawberry sauce would have made the taste stand out more, maybe some Mexican chocolate. Gosh, he used to hang with his mother way to much. |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Oct 23 2009, 02:50 AM Post #83 |
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Tag: Will/Rumi Just as Will is about ready to stand up to stretch his legs, he notices as a rather attractive redhead hustles into the café, reads the card at his table, and sits down in nearly a blink of an eye. Well, that is definitely one way to make an entrance. At least she didn’t trip or fall over anything, at least. As the man looks across the table whom he is assuming is his date, the woman introduces herself, though with the names on the cards, it’s more or less a formality. ”Oh, you must be Will. I’m Rumi Phoenix.” After the woman introduces herself, Will can’t help but notice as she directs her emerald hued eyes towards his guitar. Remembering that his sister had said something to him about how Rumi said she plays guitar, the man figures that little tidbit from Jill wasn’t a lie. Being with a fellow music aficionado…this day is going to go better than he originally thought. Taking his mind off of this thoughts, Will smiles back to Rumi and responds, lest he come off as rude. “Well, you would be right on the money, Rumi. Will Fortune, at your service!” Will grins before continuing. “I believe that you had a brief run in with my sister, Jill. She also told me that you said you play guitar. So, just what kind of music does a pretty lady like yourself play then?” |
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| Solar Lunar | Oct 23 2009, 05:09 AM Post #84 |
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Shoo, fly. You bore me.
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Brie felt a light chuckle come when she noticed Wes' blushing. She couldn't help but keep on smiling. "Do you have any hobbies?" Brie asked, her cheeks turning a little pink themselves. She then tried one of her chocolate covered strawberries, savoring the tartness of the berry, and sweetness of the chocolate. Her eyes drifted towards the nearby tables, noticing some couples where very talkative, while others were obviously nervous. And was that.... Mr. Sunshine? Brie almost wanted to laugh, she couldn't imagine her dark, no named friend to be in a place like this.... not at all. Brie's eyes then refocused on Wes, as she waited for his reply. |
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| Nochii | Oct 24 2009, 01:25 AM Post #85 |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Oct 24 2009, 04:59 AM Post #86 |
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"I do a lot of reading" Wes said, slowly chewing on his peach tart again. "I've recently picked up playing the guitar......I got it from a guy I met in the city. Didn't need it anymore, sold it real cheap" He continued, swallowing his bite. "Its fun to play around with it. What about you?" he asked, eating the rest of his tart. |
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| TigerToes | Oct 24 2009, 06:43 AM Post #87 |
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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>Aspen watched as Ulysses carefully pronounced his words, “Ah, but a masterpiece is nothing without the skill of the artist who created it.” That was true. She nodded slowly in agreement. It was a nice quote to remember; and, she also noticed, a clever way to sneak in a compliment. Smooth of him, she thought with a smile. <br><br>Clasping his hand, she was ready to bring him to try the desserts. But it seemed Ulysses also had something in mind. Aspen stood very still as Ulysses brought his hand close to her face. He put a yellow rose behind her ear, just as she’d put one on his. The weight of the soft petals tickled as they brushed against her ear. Aspen smiled at this new discovery that Ulysses, too, had a playful side. And not only that, but even after all the surprises she was throwing at him today, he was still able to go with the flow. She respected that in a person. <br><br>She echoed his wishes for a good day by making the sign language for “Me too.” As they walked to the table, she pointed to herself with her thumb, then extended her pinky to Ulysses. When they arrived at the table, the display of desserts that greeted them was the kind that was surely heaven on the eyes, but hell on the hips. Might as well live it up! Aspen smirked and thanked Ulysses for the plate, then went straight for the flan. Soon a slice of the sweet custard-like dessert, drizzled with caramel sauce, sat pretty on her plate. Aspen also heaped a few cookies, a piece of strawberry cake, and a slice of pecan pie before her self-control returned to spoil the fun. Grinning, she grabbed a pair of forks and walked over to Ulysses. She handed him a fork and leaned over to peek at his plate. “I.. can.. die.. hap-py.. now,” she joked. </td> </tr> </table></div> [/dohtml] |
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| Solar Lunar | Oct 24 2009, 05:21 PM Post #88 |
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Shoo, fly. You bore me.
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Brie was a little surprised to hear those things... after all, she loved book reading. Well, certain kinds of books that is... Wes' hobbies seemed quite interesting to her, as she took another strawberry and bit off it. "Well, I like book reading too," She smiled, "I also like to sketch people who pass by." Brie chuckled lightly, "But some people think of me as strange for doing that." She shrugged her shoulders. |
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| Marie ♪ | Oct 24 2009, 05:40 PM Post #89 |
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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> Tag: Lia Himmel <br><br> Glad to <i>finally</i> be at the right place, Derek finally sat down. He felt so...cold, almost, without a labcoat. What had Aunt Ida done with them? Or... Had he managed to misplace each and everyone one of them? It had happened before... No, no, it had to be Ida's doing. He'd just worn one yesterday. Maybe she'd taken them under the premise of washing them. Ah, he couldn't remember. <br><br> "Uh, oh, oh yeah! I'm Derek Tanner," Derek said, finally getting a good look at the girl. She was pretty. Her brown hair framed her face nicely, and her dress complimented her eyes... Wait. Were her eyes slightly different colours?! Derek's attention was immediately drawn to the plate of cookies, so he quickly forgot about the eye issue. <br><br> "Ooh, cookies." Derek suddenly realised that he was hungry. Quite hungry. Had he eaten breakfast? He couldn't remember. He'd been so engrossed in one of his aviation books that he couldn't remember much else from this morning. "Don't mind if I do." <br><br> And then, suddenly, once he'd grabbed the first cookie, he had a rare moment of...normalcy, I guess you'd call it. He noticed the menu that had been placed in front of where he sat. "Ah! Have you, um, have you ordered yet, Lia?" he asked, grabbing the menu to look it over. Of course, she must have ordered the cookies, but what Derek meant was, Did she want anything else? <br><br> As he decided on which lunch menu he should have, Derek reached for another cookie and managed to knock both the salt and pepper shakers over. Thankfully, neither one of them spilled any of their contents. "Oops! Sorry, sorry!" Derek said, quickly turning both of them upright. "Guess I oughtta watch what I'm doing... <br> </font> </td> </tr> </table> </center> [/dohtml] |
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| Kel94 ♪ | Oct 24 2009, 07:29 PM Post #90 |
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" I don't think its strange" Wes said, smiling. "I found it fun to doodle when I was kid. My, ideas were kinda limited, and having my mother as the critic is always reassuring. 'It looks wonderful, Honey. Its my new favorite'" he said, making his voice higher to match her voice. Wes laughed at himself for mocking his mother. |
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