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| TigerToes | Nov 5 2009, 08:17 AM Post #121 |
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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 finished her cookies and dusted off the crumbs from her hands. She couldn’t get the story of Ulysses’ nephew out of her mind, and for a moment she withdrew into her thoughts. She wondered if the boy ever felt sorry for himself that he had asthma, the way she was guilty of beating up on herself sometimes. But then again, they were two different people. And the kid had Ulysses as an uncle to look after him. He’d be more than okay. Aspen smiled lightly and picked up the note to read it. In her temporary trance, Ulysses’ twitch had escaped her notice, and she had no idea that something she’d written in her note had affected him. <br><br>Her face brightened in surprise when she found out that he’d never gone fishing. Glancing up at Ulysses, she shook her head and smiled. There was half an island that he was missing out on, if he’d never once been fishing in Obsidian. <br><br>She looked back down at the napkin and made a rough sketch of him at the docks, fishing pole in hand. Below the drawing she wrote, “You might like fishing, it’s quite relaxing. You just sit, and the fish come to you. I didn’t really like it as a kid.. but my uncle used to make me fetch all my own ingredients from scratch.” After another thought, she also added, “What are the festivals like here in Obsidian?” </td> </tr> </table></div> [/dohtml] |
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| Mrs. Darcy | Nov 5 2009, 01:20 PM Post #122 |
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Tag: Dark Engel KyMee’s eyes opened happily at the new information of his appreciation for art. She was happy she’d got stuck with Dark, because it wouldn’t be fun not to talk about her art and who knew how much she could actually talk about all her drawings. “Yes, I draw.” She stated, a smug smile on her face “ I have been drawing for as long as I can remember. My parents tell me I was just a natural at It. Of course my younger drawings weren’t anything to when I was age ten and on, but they were always at the top of my class.” The smug smile tugged upward a bit more “I love drawing anything. Whatever I see, in my head or with my eyes. Mostly with my eyes.” She reached down to her plate and grabbed a cookie, twirling it in and out of her fingers. “Show you?” Her lips fell into a questioning line, and she shuffled her feet underneath her table at the thought of someone she barely knew being in her house. Kasch wouldn’t have a problem, he loved almost anyone. It was just a weird thought was all, someone she just met walking into her entire life- her home. “I can grab my latest sketch pad and we’ll go to the park or something? Not today of course. Another day perhaps later in the week?” The shuffling had stopped, and she was proud in her idea of a nice time to sit at the park, or stroll through it with her lovely drawings. She’d probably find something to draw there anyway. She always found something to draw. Her cheeks flushed at his comment, and she chuckled unable to conceal the sound. “I think the drawings are much more catching. Anyways enough about me and my art! Tell me abit about yourself Dark.” A grin flashed at him from across the table. Rach Notes: Sorry! x_x I was just being lazy honestly. x] Buuuuut it looks like I'm back. w00t! And for the most part my cold is almost entirely gone. Just got the stupid cough. Rwarz. |
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| Indigo | Nov 6 2009, 01:29 AM Post #123 |
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[align=right]tag :: chou[/align] Laughter: probably the worst thing he could hear. As the girl's giggles gradually grew into stronger laughter, Jacob's desire to crawl into a hole and hide also intensified. Ugh... this was some kind of terrible, wasn't it? His glare found its way to those cookies once more - those damn, delicious pieces of sweet, delectable evil - as embarrassment engulfed him. Ah... this was bad, he was probably now a big idiot in Chou's eyes now. After all, who wouldn't think he was one? A quiet sigh escaped from his lips. Well, hm. Most girls he had experienced didn't want to stay in the company of a clumsy, bumbly fool. Perhaps he would excuse himself early, and save them both some agony...? Then, suddenly: "I-I'm very sorry." Jacob, glare softening with surprise, looked up. He stared at Chou, his eyes seeming dull and almost deadpan, though he was really just at a loss for emotions. His dumbfoundedness only persisted as she went on to say things he hardly expected to hear. He didn't have to apologize? He could eat as many as he wanted? She liked them a lot too? And then, the real kicker: "This is fun." ... W-well. He really didn't know as much as he thought he did about women, did he? Jacob turned his face into his lap, his expression easing back to is usual appearance. Althoguh he was over his surprise, he was a little confused now. Was she really having fun, or was she just saying that to be nice? He frowned, uncertain: Chou appeared to be sincere in her words. The glimmer in her eyes didn't seem to be of a malicious source... But then again, he was wrong in reading her just a moment ago, wasn't he? Raising his gaze, the man studied the light haired girl. Somehow, when he took a moment to really look at her, he didn't get the impression of a mean spirit. With a few more moments of examining her face, he decided he was fairly confident in this deduction. He relaxed a little. The corner of his lip even curled ever-so-slightly, feeling a little more comfortable now that he believed Chou was having fun. With a quiet, short and slightly uneasy laugh, he slowly picked up another cookie and continued eating. As he did, silence settled over him again as his self-consciousness waned slightly. Though, as he sat without speaking, a question he usually asked himself wandered into his head, as it often did: what the hell do I speak about now? ... Jacob munched slowly and thoughtfully for a moment, thinking. Weeeelll... er... girls liked talking about themselves, right...? Chou somehow didn't strike him as a shy type, either. And although there was a chance he was misjudging again, he supposed asking was better than saying nothing: "So... tell me... about yourself?" |
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| Ricochet | Nov 6 2009, 06:14 AM Post #124 |
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Tag: Aspen Apparently, Miss Aspen had quite a passion for art. Ulysses smiled behind his fork-full of cherry pie, watching as she finished up her quick sketch of a man, him probably, on the docks with a fishing pole in hand. The bite disappearing in his mouth, he chewed it over carefully as he read her note and slowly nodded. Ah, so she must be some sort of a cook...or else really enjoy cooking. "You must really have a passion for cooking, Miss Aspen." Ulysses said with a smile, for the fact that she hadn't minded or rather, went to those lengths for a hands-on approach at cooking. "Was your uncle a chef?" he asked suddenly, curious. Taking another napkin, he decided to write down the answer to her question. "There are a few festivals each season, most pertaining to what can be best done in that season. The festivals themselves are almost always lively with plenty to do and with friendly people too. I haven't actually attended that great a many of them, but the ones I have, have been nice." He ended, blinking as he seemed to only then realize how much he had written. Smiling lightly with a shrug, he then handed it over for her to read, and then went about finishing off his piece of pie. |
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| TigerToes | Nov 9 2009, 08:19 AM Post #125 |
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| Ricochet | Nov 9 2009, 10:11 PM Post #126 |
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"Peruvian food? Wow." Ulysses murmured, his eyes widening just a little bit. Having a specific specialty such as that one, he must be good. Or so Ulysses thought, he had never really know any chefs that made a living of it. He remembered his grandmother's cooking, and had always looked forward to when she cooked a meal for them. Smiling lightly, but a bit sadly, he realized Trey never had much of any opportunity to experience grandmother's cooking. She had passed away when he was very little. "Oh? Do we owe you at least partial credit for this wonderful display, Miss Aspen?" Ulysses happily questioned, waving his hand over to the food table. He smiled, more genuinely, happy for the change of thought. He was, a little, surprised to learn of her occupation, but not overly so. Especially with her Uncle being a chef, too, and all. "Me? Ah, well..." Smiling a little wider, he paused, looking away a moment, then back to Aspen. "I work at a Day Care center, inside the valley. I don't always get to interact too much with the children, as I take care of the monetary transactions, but I do enjoy being around them. I did a lot of baby sitting for my brother back home." He wasn't sure if she could understand all that, even with him speaking slowly, but if she didn't, then she could always ask for clarification. Taking the napkin again, in response to her last question, he wrote, "The next festival is the Flower Festival, and no, other than it being a formal event, you are not required to bring anything." Pausing for just a few seconds, he then added, "I would enjoy seeing you there, and if you do come, perhaps you can meet my nephew, too." He wasn't really sure how Trey felt about going, but he had a feeling his nephew would enjoy it. There were almost always snacks, right? And he loved meeting new people...usually. Handing the napkin over, he sat back with a smile. |
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| Marie ♪ | Nov 10 2009, 08:14 PM Post #127 |
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| TigerToes | Nov 11 2009, 03:53 AM Post #128 |
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| Ricochet | Nov 11 2009, 05:16 AM Post #129 |
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Ulysses watched her speaking with a small smile, he wondered how often she practiced; despite her hearing disability, she could speak remarkably well. At being accused of lying, he opened his eyes wide and his right hand sprang into the air. Shaking his head, he said, "No, I am not lying! It is the honest truth. Drop by sometime during the week and I'll prove it. If you don't mind kids, that is." Ulysses said, leaning forward in his chair and raising an eyebrow, as he leaned his elbows on the table. Apparently suddenly realizing he had his elbows on the table, he glanced down, and then sat up straight once more. He read her note, smiled genuinely, and nodded. "Then it's settled." Pausing, he shifted in his chair and reached for the napkin again and wrote, "Well, I should go ahead and make sure these sweets get to my nephew all right. It was very nice meeting you, miss Aspen, and I hope to see you again at the Flower Festival." Smiling, he picked up the napkins containing the sweets, and looked about ready to go. |
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| TigerToes | Nov 11 2009, 06:55 AM Post #130 |
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| Ricochet | Nov 12 2009, 06:51 AM Post #131 |
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"See you soon, and thank you again for the choclates." Ulysses added quickly, smiling and holding up the box she had intended for Trey. He had actually noticed the awkward wave, but decided there was probably a reason she had stopped herself, so he respected her space and simply smiled and returned the wave. In just another few moments, he had gathered up his things from off the table. Standing, he ventured over to the table and grabbed another sugar cookie, he would be spoiling his nephew he knew, but it was so fun to do. Besides...someone would have to help him eat all these, right? Indeed, and as his uncle, that particular duty would fall upon none other than Ulysses himself, of course. Still smiling, he eventually followed Aspen on out the door with his bounty, and headed home. Today had actually turned out quite well, and for this he was glad. |
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| Mrs. Darcy | Nov 16 2009, 02:18 AM Post #132 |
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Tag: Derek Tanner “Food sounds wonderful.” She smiled cheerfully at his ladies first, and noticed not at how it was more of a question. Her tiny figure moved briskly over to the food she had found her mouth once watering over when she first approached the table. “I had some of the soup while waiting,” she said looking back to Derek “it was pretty good. That is if you like soup. Wasn’t very filling though.” As if on cue, her stomach rumbled, and she placed a hand on it laughing nervously “Guess I’d do best to get some food on this plate!” Grabbing a plate she began to circle the table, and placing various foods on it. She topped it off with a few of the best looking sugar cookies, and made sure to grab a glass of soda before returning back to Derrek with full hands. “Well, I’m ready when you are. No rush though!” Hope it’s not too awkward that I’m just standing here…. Turning her head away and pretending to be interested in the new bit of scenery, she hoped it would seem less awkward. Arg! I’m never good at these date things…. She thought and in the process had a thought to look around and watch some of the others to maybe pick up tips? But, what good would that do when as soon as asking questions, or talking about her family would send her quiet as a mouse? He’d have to put in a hearing aid in order to hear her. Hoping he was finished piling things onto his plate, she looked back to check. Not that she was in a rush to go sit down or anything, she felt like she’d been sitting forever anyway. |
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| Marie ♪ | Nov 17 2009, 10:39 PM Post #133 |
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| Mrs. Darcy | Nov 28 2009, 07:57 PM Post #134 |
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Tag: Derek Tanner Lia wasn't all that hungry now that she had sat down, and started to look at her plate full of food. It wasn't often she'd over filled her plate, and just her luck she would on the night of her date. How embarrassing! Very slowly she began to eat little tiny bites of everything she put onto her plate, probably looking a bit picky to her date, and she could only sigh inside at the thought of that. She didn't like coming off picky, or someone who wasted food. Her two colored eyes had widened at the quick moment Derek placed salt into his drink. Was he mad? Salt was bitter in such sweet drinks, and here he threw salt the size of Africa into that drink! He must have been aware what he was doing, because he had knocked over the salt and pepper shaker earlier, so...should she comment on it or not? So many choices...okay only two really. To tell him or not. Would he think her rude? Or.. Oh she couldn't decide! Her teeth bit down onto her bottom lip gently, her hand gripping her utensils a bit tighter as the pressure to speak aloud, and either seem like a know it all, or possibly rude was her risk. Shuffling her small feet under the table she finally released her bottom lip as her throat was cleared washing a small frog out of it. "Derek, you're aware you did just put salt into your drink, right?" Through her entire time she was watching him, and then deciding to speak out or not she had missed his question, and so it would go unanswered. Her eyes were still wide with shock at how much salt he'd poured into his drink, and she was surprised she did not choke on the food she was eating during those quick moments. Rach Notes: Sorry it's taken me so long! T_T I'm just kinda lazy now a days. But I'm trying to get out of it. Hope I didn't keep you waiting tooo long Marie! If I ever do just tell me to post =P I won't take offense to it! |
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| Marie ♪ | Nov 29 2009, 12:36 AM Post #135 |
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[dohtml] <center> <table style="background-color: #D3D3D3; border-color: #472F1F; border-width: 1px; border-style: solid; " width="80%"> <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> Why was she staring at him like that? Derek was beginning to feel a little...uncomfortable. Was something wrong with her food? Had he done something really rude? Was something on his shirt? Was a police officer standing behind him? Was an <i>FBI agent</i> behind him!? <br><br> A quick, nervous glance over his shoulder dispelled those last two fears. <br><br> He had a natural fear of the police now. Though he was used to neighbors calling the cops or fire department on him (usually due to odd smells and/or sounds coming from his home), it had been rare for the police to hinder him. Now, though, after burning down his own home and that of one of his neighbours, they'd been keeping a <i>close</i> eye on him and didn't allow him to own so much as a single blowtorch. Forget about those explosive chemicals. Or model rockets. Or the fuel for his model airplanes... <br><br> And that was why he liked this town: No police to take his things away! Yay! <br><br> Anyway, back in the present time... <br><br> <i>"Derek, you're aware you did just put salt into your drink, right?" </i> <br><br> "Oh, yeah, I... Wait, what?" was his response to Lia's question. He looked down at the mug of cocoa, which was already half gone. (The liquid inside, not the cup itself, of course.) It <i>had</i> tasted a little...funny. He then looked over at the salt and pepper shakers...and sugar shaker, which was much larger than the other two. <br><br> He picked up the salt shaker, looked at it, and then looked back at his cup. Then he picked up the sugar shaker with his other hand to compare the two. Yeah, he'd definitely used the salt shaker when adding "sugar" to his drink. No wonder it tasted a little...salty. <br><br> "...Oops. Well, it doesn't taste all that bad!" he said cheerily. "...But I don't think I'll do that again." <br><br> He pushed the salt shaker away, farther from his reach. After thinking a moment, he pushed all the condiments <i>except</i> for sugar away from him. <br><br> "Could have been worse," he said cheerily. "I could have put hot sauce, or ketchup, or pepper in there. How...how's your food?" he asked suddenly, hoping Lia hadn't done anything stupid with her own food. <br> </font> </td> </tr> </table> </center> [/dohtml] |
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