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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Jan 13 2010, 05:24 AM Post #121 |
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Tag!: Aislinn And so, just as soon as Jill had begun her nervous chuckling, it comes to an abrupt end as the older woman pats her hand reassuringly. Blinking in response, the black haired girl looks back up to Aislinn with a more sincere smile on her face, the smile evolving into a happy grin as the woman confirms that she’s having a good time herself. ”I’m having a wonderful time and I won’t have you go off doing something on your own. After all, you can save the window shopping for a time when we can do that together, don’t you agree?” Now chuckling again as she feels Aislinn squeeze her hand, she looks into the older woman’s eyes and nods her head. Relief washes over the woman’s head as she comes to the realization that Aislinn actually wouldn’t mind hanging with her just for the sake of hanging with her. And who knows, maybe Aislinn will be able to help her out with that whole ‘ladylike’ thing that Will keeps suggesting to her. Jill’s a little bustier than her older friend, but honestly, that’s probably the only aspect that the black haired woman is more feminine in. And hey, it might even be fun! “Aw, I’d like that, Aislinn.” Jill finally concedes, grin still plastered on her face. “Technically speaking, you’d be considered my best friend on the island, so it’d definitely be cool to hang out sometime.” Content for the time being, Jill finds herself following suit as Aislinn scans about the room. Wow…the woman definitely doesn’t remember the room being this crowded earlier. Everybody looks like they’re having a good time too. It’s definitely putting off a good vibe as far as Jill is concerned. Happy place, good times…frustrated looking Aislinn? Well now, that’s certainly different from a moment ago. Looking to where Aislinn’s glance is at the moment, Jill’s eyebrow arches as she sees Will filling up their drinks. ”Have I said something to make him feel uncomfortable? I don’t feel like I have… but he seemed to be awfully flustered with something I’d said..” Hoo boy…well, Jill does have a pretty good idea of why Will conveniently decided to play waiter. The only thing now is to tell Aislinn why or come up with some fun little story. Well, she does seem to be fairly concerned about it, and they’re getting along really well…yeah, fun little stories and fabrications of the truth can wait for a while on this one. Although the truth does cause Jill to giggle a little bit. Looking across the table to her friend, Jill manages to stop chuckling before waving her hand in front of her face as if to brush it off. “Aislinn, trust me…you haven’t said anything wrong at all.” Jill reassures her before continuing. “I don’t know exactly what Will told you about our family, but long story short, our parents sucked at being parents. That being said, Will probably was really touched by your little show of faith for him, seeing as how none of us really had that from our parents at all growing up. I know it’s kind of silly to go and get worked up over something like that, but it does really mean a lot to him.” Smiling and nodding, Jill relaxes back in her chair. Hopefully that is a good enough answer, as it was the best that the black haired woman could come up with. It did seem a little weird for it to effect her brother that much though…maybe it’s the nature of this whole shindig? Ah, no matter. It should be fine, anyways. After a brief silence, Jill figures it’s probably best to keep talking on rather than to mull over things, but finds herself being cut off at the sound of someone tapping on a microphone. Wincing as the loud tapping fills her ears, Jill turns her attention up to the stage where she sees a midget in a red coat. Well, maybe not a midget, but he’s definitely on the shorter end of the spectrum anyways. Funny, she was thinking the mayor would be taller…no matter. Listening on as he announces that bidding has officially started, a red flag goes up in her head at the mention of the potential dates going up and talking about themselves. Well now, this could certainly throw a monkey wrench in her planned festivities. Turning her attention away from the mayor, Jill’s gaze focuses back on Aislinn. “Well now, this could certainly be interesting. Sooo….” Jill trails off, reverting to her nervous chuckling. “…whatcha planning on doing, then? Gonna go up and talk about yourself? It’d be a good way to draw attention to your status of being ‘on the block.’ …er, if you really wanted to, I suppose…” |
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| Sephiramy | Jan 13 2010, 05:52 AM Post #122 |
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[align=right]TARYN Tag || Nicholas[/align] Everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves, everyone but Taryn that was. It seemed that pairs were already beginning to form despite the silent auction. Would some of the people be disappointed if the person they liked didn't bid on them? Just because of that thought Taryn decided she was glad she was all alone. All alone in the shadows of the back wall where she had been standing ever since upon arrival but then again hadn't she signed up for this just so she could meet new people? She was definitely a hypocrite. A heavy sigh escaped from her pale glossy lips as her whole body relaxed against the wall. If only Lia would appear then everything would be just fine. Taryn missed her twin sister so much. It had been quite some time since the last time the two were together. Would Lia be surprised at the changes in Taryn? Taryn hoped that she would approve. A few more moments of watching the crowd mingle crept by before a stranger found Taryn's invisible wall. Her body stiffened as she looked at the person from the corner of her eyes. It was a man in his twenties most likely. Had he seen her? Why was he back here against her wall. Was he coming back here to make fun of her for being all alone? Then he spoke. Taryn stood as silent as a mouse for a few moments before she realized he had spoken directly to her. "Oh.. uh.. hello," she said with a slight nod of her head. Now what was she to do? Introduce herself? "My name's Taryn," she replied softly as her soft hand lifted from her side, pointed to her name tag and then extended it towards the man. Then as she waited for his reply back Taryn again tensed up. She was being way to forward but then again, maybe it was a good thing. |
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| plain jane | Jan 13 2010, 06:04 AM Post #123 |
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Tag: Taryn "Taryn, huh?" Nick said as she lifted up her nametag for him to see. Taryn. T. A. R. Y. N. He made a mental note of not only her name, but how to spell it - goodness, it would be embarrassing if he forgot how to spell it while bidding. He was almost certain he was going to bid on her, if only because he didn't have the nerve to talk to anyone else. Besides, he wasn't going to be picky for Brody, as the guy would be mad that he'd been fixed up in the first place. "It's nice to meet you," he replied quickly, backing up against the wall again, his hands against his back. It took him a moment for him to realize that he hadn't introduced himself yet. "Oh," he said suddenly, clearing his throat. "Oh, well, uh, I'm Nicholas Altair." Why was he so nervous? This was just such an odd situation, despite who he was actually bidding for. His palms were sweating, his throat dry; he felt like he was back at high school on the Mainland again, trying his best to ask a girl to the dance. "People call me Nick," he added after a few moments of silence. He stuck his hands in his pockets. Perhaps the best way to go about this was to be forward, he thought - maybe he should just tell her exactly why he was here, so she wouldn't be shocked if he won the bid and ended up with someone she'd never seen before. "I have a bit of a situation, you see," he said cautiously, looking at her nervously. "And you're pretty cute, so I think you could solve the dilemma." His cheeks flushed immediately as he realized what he'd said, but he continued despite himself. "My brother never goes on dates, you see. So I want to bid on someone in this room to go out on a date with him, and I figured I'd go ahead and be open about it, that way whoever it was - that is to say, you, if you want to - wouldn't be surprised when it wasn't exactly me who showed up for the date." He paused for a moment, smiling despite his nervous manner. "I mean, if you don't want to, it's fine, but I promise he's a really decent guy." |
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| Sephiramy | Jan 13 2010, 08:52 PM Post #124 |
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"Nice to meet you as well," her shaky voice replied back. It took Taryn a few moments but once she realized that he was just as nervous, if not more, as herself she relaxed a bit. How funny the two of them must look to everyone else. Here they were standing off to the side like they were in middle school, to Taryn's thinking, again. Standing so far apart from one another as if the other had some deathly disease yet they were still talking to each other. Life was rather humerus at times. He then went on talking about his proposal as Taryn tried her hardest to hide the deep blush that seemed to over power her cheeks from his comment about her being 'pretty cute'." She just wasn't use to such comments. Never before had she had a boyfriend or even a boy who had been just a friend. Nothing even close. Not even a brother. Taryn continued to listen closely as he went on talking about hooking her up with his brother. It seemed rather odd in a way. Why force someone upon a person who didn't seem to want to be with anyone. "Ah," she replied, "I see." She then thought about it since he had said that if she didn't want to then she didn't have to go along with this little scheme. Should she refuse? No. It would be a bit rude of her to do so and besides even if the guy turned out to be a total jerk then it was just one night wasted. "Sure," was all that came out of her mouth as she leaned back up against the wall. At least she wouldn't look like a total loser when the winners of the bids were announced. She wouldn't be standing up on stage wondering why no one bid on her. Nope. The cat was in the bag. |
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| Marie ♪ | Jan 14 2010, 12:18 AM Post #125 |
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| Sephiramy | Jan 14 2010, 01:55 AM Post #126 |
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[align=right]LEON Tag || Mena[/align] Leon was pretty sure he sound see the excitement on Mena's face. Hopefully that was a good sign. "Maybe I'll let your daughter ride on one of the horses or feed the chickens if she'd like too," Leon suggested as an image raced through his mind. A son, his son trailing behind him, barely big enough to carry a bucket of chicken feed. The thought made Leon smile. Maybe this whole love and family thing would come sooner then he had planned. Hopefully. Maybe. Once he realized that he was blankly staring past Mena, Leon shook his head and coughed. "Sorry about that," he said as he wondered just what kind of a look he had had on his face while daydreaming something he had never even thought about before. Something he had never even wanted. |
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| Sparklerush | Jan 14 2010, 03:49 AM Post #127 |
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| Cranmerrily | Jan 14 2010, 04:26 AM Post #128 |
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Dustin Tag: Open to EVERYONE ((For those who did not already, read Dustin's first post on page 7 to know how he's dressed. It's a significant detail that will probably affect everyone who sees him. ^^;;)) Accepting the mic from the mayor, Dustin made his way onto the stage, swiveling around to face the audience. For a few moments, he simply stared out into the crowds, eyes expressionless. Finally, he cleared his throat to speak in a ridiculous, high-pitched squeal. "I'm a magical ninja and I love you!" he squeaked, pointing to the nametag he'd stuck to his forehead. "My name is Ninjuh-Gai Smith, but you may call me Susan." Holding onto his boxers with his free hand, he gave a small curtsy then continued. "My hobbies include assassinating escaped convicts, tickling dragons, and taking bubble baths..." |
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| BwavoBunny | Jan 14 2010, 04:57 AM Post #129 |
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I'm the Doctor, I'm worse than anyone's aunt!
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Jewel Hale Tag: Zen Looking up at Zen's eager, almost desperate face, Jewel had to smile; he really was trying. She didn't really like clingy men, but she figured that if she was going to start seriously look for a father of her children, she'd need to find someone who WOULD cling to her. Certainly didn't want a man who would just up and leave. Guess I really am leaving my past behind me... "No, just be there when we come, okay?" Giggling, she gently squeezed his hands. Such a sweet man... "Thank you, you've done more for me than I can over hope to repay you for." Blinking up at him, she blushed but smiled as he kissed her cheek. "You're children are very lucky." "Oh? Haha...I should be the one thanking you! And as for my children...I'm just trying my best." ~*~ Julian Grey Tag: Brie Smiling at her, Julian took the sketch book and searched his pockets. After a rock, some lint, and loose change later, he found a pen. Finding a clean page, he quickly scribbled out, Time to properly introduce ourselves! I am Julian Grey, I am 17, and play the violin. Beaming, he passed the sketchbook to her. It was a bit exciting to be actually communicating to someone like this. Of course, now that he thought about it, Brie really didn't need to use the sketchbook since she could talk just fine...but such details were too minimal to be bothered with. He was talking to someone, and that was exciting! |
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| Solar Lunar | Jan 14 2010, 06:33 AM Post #130 |
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Shoo, fly. You bore me.
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| tearsandroses | Jan 14 2010, 10:52 PM Post #131 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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Tag:Dustin Madison couldn’t help but laugh at psycho ninja drunk boy. He was making a complete fool of himself. She considered humming something at him, but then also thought about the fact that it might get her in trouble. She wondered what was behind that insane mask. And so was Lisa. Lisa was impatiently waiting for Madison to make her move on the guy. Then she got irritated when all the guys who had their eyes on her focused on the nutcase on stage. She got pissed and decided to make things a bit more interesting. She quietly snuck up on Madison who was plotting the ninja man’s death in her mind and pulled her pants down. Madison then had her face turn red, from anger purely. People were giving her a shocked look as they stared at her polkadotted boyshorts. After pulling them up she chased after Lisa and grabbed her pale blonde hair. “You little….” She started. Now all eyes were on her. Lisa jumped back a tad nervous about what Madison might do to her once they left. But she knew at the moment she was safe since Madison hated being the center of attention and doing something embarrassing. With that Madison shoved Lisa aside, pissed beyond recognition. She ignored the people giving her funny looks and cooled her temper down with a drink. |
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| Ricochet | Jan 15 2010, 05:46 AM Post #132 |
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Tag: Sparrow Ulysses watched as Miss Sparrow brought up her hands to straighten or smooth out her hair...it did seem more calm that usual, now that he thought about it. He didn't have long to mull over it though, as she was soon telling him about where she was born, as well as her siblings. And thought he may not have really known just what she was talking about, he smiled and nodded anyway. “I’ve never been to the U.S., hardly been out of England, really. What’s it like over there?” She asked, then it was Ulysses turn to pause and ponder over an answer. "Well, considering I've never been to England, I'm afraid I can't do any real comparisons. However, the place Trey and I are from, while it once was a nice little town, had grown considerably over the span of just a small number of years into a large city. I preferred the smaller-village feel, which is one reason I set out to this island..." Ulysses trailed off, slowly becoming aware that he was rambling. Scratching the side of his cheek, he laughed a little nervously. "Ah, my apologies, Miss Sparrow, I'm afraid I got a little carried away with my response. I'm sure you didn't want to hear all that." "What was Yorkshire like, do you remember?" Trey piped up curiously, looking up at 'Miss Sparrow' with wide-eyes. He was always curious, wanting to learn about new things. He had not yet heard of this place, Yorkshire, that she had said she was from. |
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| Cranmerrily | Jan 15 2010, 08:26 AM Post #133 |
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Dustin Tag: Madison/ Open to EVERYONE "... which is why I often have to resort to using only a Q-tip to defend Tokyo," Dustin rambled on, aware of a few strange looks he was receiving. That girl-- the irritable one-- was giggling at him. His eyes flitted over in her direction, just in time to witness her being pantsed by her blond friend. That was... entertaining. The young man burst into loud laughter, allowing the sound to boom over the microphone. It was a rather peculiar sight, the only visible part of his face being his eyes, which did not seem to carry the emotion he was conveying in his voice. He continued on in this manner as he watched the girls' interactions, finally quieting himself in order to finish his ridiculous introduction. "And lastly, I look better in my underwear than she does." He gave another small curtsy with his checkered boxers before hopping off stage to pass the mic to the furious, red-faced girl in the audience. |
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| tearsandroses | Jan 15 2010, 11:39 AM Post #134 |
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Tag: DustinMadison was too busy yelling at Lisa to listen to nutcase over there. But she was there in time to hear him say "And lastly, I look better in my underwear than she does." which pissed her off. Lisa chuckled. "I told you to wear a thong rather than those boy underwear" she said covering her mouth. Madison was going to kill Lisa but she then noticed psycho underwear boy coming over to pass the microphone to her. She glared at him. Lisa, however took the oppritunity. She went over and put her hand on his shoulder. "Hey cutie, how about taking tham mask off so I can see that gorgeous face?" she asked winking. Madison rolled her eyes at her overly flirtatious friend. "You should wear a thong, those are boy underwear." she mimicked Lisa pissed off with her. She then glanced at nutboy's checkered boxers. 'Maybe I should get a pair like that.' she thought. Lisa noticed and figured she'd piss Madison off even more. "Madison, you shouldn't be staring at his junk, it's rather rude." she said jokingly. Madison blushed angrily. "I wasn't! I was looking at the pattern on the boxers!" she said. Crap now that she thought about it that did sound rather perverted. Great, what a situation she had gotten herself into. She smacked her forhead with red cheeks. |
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| Pianoblink | Jan 16 2010, 05:15 AM Post #135 |
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"I think 67 is a good number."
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[align=center] Morigan Olius [/align]Tag: Cyrus, Dustin "Ah- oh sorry no I wasn't paying much attention to anyone." He admitted after the initial jump of someone talking to him. Despite his success, despite his professional life, He was still a fairly shaken man, shaped and carved from a shaken boy. He smiled awkwardly, pushing strands of curly hair from his face. "Terrible sorry I'm not much company." He examined the man, sporting and handsome as he was, he held the wit and charm uncommon in higher society. Where jokes ran dry and conversation drawled from the lips of those who had nothing better to do than boast. He looked to the strange boy and covered his mouth to hide the wry smile curling at his lips. He let out a sort of giggle and quickly covered it up by taking a drink of his punch. "O-oh dear lord." He couldn't help but enjoy the little show, flushing a bit. He hadn't enjoyed himself in a very long time. [align=center] Abraham Cutler [/align]Tag: Blaze | Dustin Was that chick looking? Yeah....yeah she was looking. Fuck.... He pushed himself from the wall and turned his attention to the boy who was taunting a girl. He laughed a bit and shook his head, making his way around, grabbing a drink and heading up near the stage, waiting for his turn with the microphone. Abby was certainly not in the mood to date, he had a master plan to deter everyone from bidding on him, hopefully it would work. [align=center]:blue Zen Olius [/align]Tag: Jewel | Dustin "Next week sounds amazing." He leaned over and kissed her yet again. He was very, very happy. "Me and Morigan will make sure everything is perfect." He seemed overly ecstatic and completely missed Dustin, if it weren't for the boisterous laughter he would have continued to ignore him. [align=center]:orange Chad Mattews :orange[/align] Tag: Vanechka | Serena | Dustin Everything went to hell in a hand-basket as he hit the ground. The strange girl only made things worse as she tried to fawn over him, preening over his condition, this only made his commanding officer angry. The comical laughter in the background made things seem surreal in a sense and what happened next seemed like a dream. [align=center]:red Vanechka Kevanovich :red[/align] Tag: Serena | Chad This woman knew nothing about where her responsibilities lay. He growled lowly and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, more-so by her hair and pulled her free from Chad. "Woman, out of our business." He spoke in a dangerously low tone and tossed her to the side, ignoring the boy trying feebly to rescue her from his grip. "Both of you, go, this does not concern civilians." He picked Chad up, holding him close to his chest, the Haitian stunned but how protective he was of both Chad's humility and the privacy of their conversation. He settled the young man into his wheelchair once again and turned to the girl. "I only tell you once before I assist you in doing so." He scowled at the two, crossing his arms. |
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