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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 26 2010, 02:20 PM (303 Views) | |
| tearsandroses | Apr 26 2010, 02:20 PM Post #1 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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[dohtml] <table border="0" align=center height="739" width="440" background="http://i44.tinypic.com/110m540.png"> <td> <div id=box01" style="position:relative; width:425px; height:400px; right:100px; left:5px; top:100px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto;"> <font color=000000><br> [align=center]"I'm like a time bomb, tick tick BOOM!"<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br> Winter 3rd, 07<br> Around 11:00am<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><br>[/align] Cake: <br>Wearing: http://www.greatglam.com/pd-dollar-shared.cfm<br><br> Madison continued her walk around town to try and forget the damn hangover she had. With her ponytail hidden underneath her old cabbage ball cap and a big baggy sweatshirt and Zach’s old jeans that barely fit her she could pass for a man if it wasn’t for her assets. She walked all over town looking for a certain ink-haired boy with a box that had a nicely decorated cake if she did say so herself. What Quinton did made her very grateful. Even if it wasn’t a big deal god only knows what sort of pervert could have picked her up that night. <br><br> Madison decided she’d let him have all three of the choices he picked, and whatever else he wanted, that didn’t taint her innocence of course. Nonetheless she owed Quinton major big time for helping her out the way he did. Zach said the way she was acting was stupid and that he would’ve taken her home too but it seemed like he was just being jealous. Lisa said she was acting like a ping pong ball with her two guy ‘friends’. Junior, Quinton, Quinton, Junior. Back and forth. IT was stupid really. She didn’t like Quinton like that! He simply helped her out of a sticky situation and she owed him.<br><br> The cake she made was nicely done. The icing was creamy, designs looked almost to good to eat, it was nice and fluffy, and she used cream for a filling and it had strawberries on it! Who can’t like a cake with strawberries? In Madison’s eyes no one. She just hoped he wasn’t still pissed off at her. When she walked in she removed the sweatshirt to reveal a sweater she borrowed from Lisa because of how soft it was, however she kept the cap on, making her look like a boy with boobs.<br><br> Figuring the only way to get over this damned hangover was by doing homework, Madison got out a pencil, some paper and her science homework. How teachers learn this in 4 years she didn't know. But she was doing fine so she wouldn't complain. And so started her homework hour. She was doing pretty good with it too until Lisa came in to bug her. The two began to talk...well...Lisa did all the talking. Madison was just the slightest bit busy.<br><br> She was just about done before Lisa got on the subject of a certain person. "So how's your boyfriend?" Lisa asked with an interested smile. Madison simply loked at her for a moment before going back to her work. "...dunno. fine I guess." she responded. "Did you two lovebirds have a fight?" Lisa asked. She then looked at the cake. "Is that what the cake's for?" she asked.<br><br> After a bit more of Lisa showering her with questions Madison lost her temper. "Would you just let me finish my work?! God!" Madison exclaimed storming into the bathroom. Lisa simply sighed at Madison. "It's okay to talk to me...You don't ave to act so tough." Lisa sighed ordering herself an iced tea.<br><br> "Why is everyone pestering me?" she asked looking at herself in the mirror in the bathroom. "All I wanted was a peaceful night, with a drink or two. Not the damn bartender giving me a drink that I didn't know had alcohol in it. Not for Quinton's remarks on what I was wearing, and not to be taken home by him!" she yelled at herself in the mirror.<br><br> She guessed it was because that time of the month was coming soon as she leaned against a wall. She really just wanted to find Quinton and apologize, and pay him back. Even if he was a big pain in the ass, she felt bad since his night was screwed up too.<br><br> Lisa was simply chatting up the waiters there, managing to have two of them drooling over her. "If you could give me one free soda that'd be great." she said winking then looking at Madison's chair. "....Make that two...I'll pay for both...." she said seductively to the waiter who was getting just a bit nervous around her. He simply nodded and wrote it down with a shaking hand.<br><br> She had to cheer Maddie up somehow! </font> </div> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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| Indigo | Apr 27 2010, 12:54 PM Post #2 |
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» bye-bye lover
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[dohtml] <table align=center height="500" width="501"> <tr> <td style="background-image: url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/Mikora/quintonbg3.jpg); background-repeat: repeat-y; margin-top:0px; margin-left:20px; margin-right:0px; margin-bottom:0px;"> <div id="one" style="position:relative; width: 410px; height:280px; right: 0px; left: 15px; top:0px; bottom:0px; overflow: auto;"><font color=#666666><br> He wasn't hungover. <br><br> He never thought he'd be angry about not having a skull-splitting migraine, or feeling like total shit, but he was. <br><br> Well... maybe angry was the wrong word. Upset? Yeah, Quinton supposed he was upset. Just a little. It felt more like the steam from his anger yesterday was still floating around his head, but the boiling of rage had faded. <br><br> The good part was that his aunt and uncle hadn't asked any questions. Then again, he hadn't come home all that late yesterday so he supposed they didn't have any reason to do so. Actually, neither of them had even noticed his fuming mood! They had welcomed him back and then went right back to their silly board game which, now that he thought about it, looked suspiciously like a Ouija board... But... that was besides the point. They hadn't paid any attention to him! They had just smiled, told him where leftovers were, and let him to go fume in his room. And well, that pissed him off even more. In fact, that was probably what was bothering him even more than Madison's stupidity last night. (Though, he was still rather annoyed about that, too.) Weren't they supposed to be taking car of him? Fixing him up? Not ignoring him like everyone else... <br><br> ... Except. There was someone who didn't ignore him. Not completely. <br><br> Quinton had barely caught it, but that look in his cousin's eye... he knew it. It was concern, and it was a lot like the eyes of another girl he knew. The resemblance was so strong that it shocked and disturbed and hurt him to the core. And not only that, but he had even heard Lee ask her parents if he was okay from up in his room. Which was horribly surprising, not only because it was the first time that he heard her voice but also because the first words he heard were about him and filled with concern for him. After he did what? Treat her like crap? ... Honestly, the reflection in this situation was simply too familiar and, more than anything, too... too... ah, he couldn't say it. But he didn't like it. And the only thing he could ask himself was why? <br><br> Quinton sighed. He pushed open the door to the cafe and headed inside, shaking his head. His mind had been clouded with these thoughts since he woke up, and he had to get away. He couldn't even sit at the table and eat with them. But... of course, he still needed to fill his belly so he came here. The young man walked out of the cold and into the warmth of the cafe. Shaking his wet shoes off, he scowled at the wet bottoms of his jeans, but continued walking into the restaurant nonetheless. As a waitress came up to him, giving him a menu and leading him to his seat, he shrugged off his jacket - the same one Madison had worn for a while yesterday. Underneath he wore the same clothes, the same sweater, having been too distracted this morning to really pick out anything nice. <br><br> Opening his menu he sighed, scanning the items. His wallet was heavy, his stomach was empty and his mind was cluttered. There was only one option here. <br><br> He was going to stuff his face until he could think of nothing but his bursting belly. </div> <div id="one" style="position:relative; right: 1px; left: -1px; top:0px; bottom:0px; overflow: auto;"> ![]() </div> </font> </td></tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| tearsandroses | Apr 27 2010, 08:19 PM Post #3 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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[dohtml] <table border="0" align=center height="739" width="440" background="http://i44.tinypic.com/110m540.png"> <td> <div id=box01" style="position:relative; width:425px; height:400px; right:100px; left:5px; top:100px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto;"> <font color=000000><br> [align=center]"I'm like a time bomb, tick tick BOOM!"<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br> Winter 3rd, 07<br> Around 11:00am<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><br>[/align] After placing her chipmunk cap back on her head, Madison left the restroom planning to go sit by Lisa, before she saw Quinton walk in. She sighed and blew a strand of hair from her face. She figured she might as well ATTEMPT to make an actual apology. So, sighing deeply she walked over to her table, picked up her cake for Quinton, and walked over to Quinton. <br><br> "Uh....hey" she began, rubbing her neck before placing the cake down in front of him. "It's not that much but it's a start." she said sitting across from him. "Did you make it home alright?" she asked. Sure, he seemed fine, but she didn't know that for sure. "Look.....about last night I really am sorry for being such an idiot." she said looking down.<br><br> "And thanks for walking me home." she finished...sort of. "I really wanna make it up to you though. Anything you want you name it." she said with a tiny barely there half smile. "I owe you major big time." she added to her apology. </font> </div> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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| Indigo | May 1 2010, 07:56 PM Post #4 |
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» bye-bye lover
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[dohtml] <table align=center height="500" width="501"> <tr> <td style="background-image: url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/Mikora/quintonbg3.jpg); background-repeat: repeat-y; margin-top:0px; margin-left:20px; margin-right:0px; margin-bottom:0px;"> <div id="one" style="position:relative; width: 410px; height:280px; right: 0px; left: 15px; top:0px; bottom:0px; overflow: auto;"><font color=#666666><br> Hm. Well, it would probably be good to order everything in one go - he wouldn't have to wait in between dishes that way, and they could just keep coming. It'd be like... a conveyor belt. Or something. Whatever, he had money, he could afford it all. Though, he had to wonder, would it be easiest to just order everything on the menu? It all sounded good enough. Frowning a bit, he began to flip through the dishes, adding up the prices in his head. <br><br> But, in the middle of it, he heard a familiar voice speak. "Uh... hey." Quinton, placing a finger on the last counted dish, glanced up briefly, keeping the number in his head on his lips. Oh. Boobs. He looked back down and continued on counting, glancing up occasionally as she, too, went on. His gaze lingered for a moment on the cake, but he swiftly went on. "It's not that much but it's a start." Madison sat across from him and went on talking while he went on counting. Even though that cake was quickly proving a little distracting. But, whatever. He tried to ignore it, and he tried to ignore her as she asked if he made it home okay. <br><br>"Well gee, I don't know. I'm sitting right here, aren't I?" he muttered before quickly continuing his counting before he forgot his number. Eventually he had come to the end - about 5570 G, though he couldn't order everything now - and was left with no choice but to look up and listen to Madison. Sitting up, he crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes flat and his expression unamused. He said nothing as she apologized, then thanked him for walking him home, and offered to do anything to make it up to him. <br><br> Looking at her small smile, a flood of ideas gushed into his head. "Well, let's see. You could be my slave, I could make you go streaking, you could be my personal chef, you could go jump into the ocean, or you could be my pet for a week... Oh, unless you're open to something R-rated." His face was unchanged, and his tone lacked any signs of joking. But, well, he was. Sort of. While he did consider these ideas - and many more, particularly in the last mentioned category - he wouldn't do anything. He was still kind of pissed, but he wasn't... heartless. She knew she was dumb and she apologized, so he supposed he would just be the bad guy if he really milked this. Especially since he already got a cake. A really good looking one, too. <br><br> Looking away a little, Quinton shook his head, wrinkling his nose. "Nah, actually, forget it. I think you'd be really lousy at all of those things. Especially the R-rated ones," he told her. His eyes met hers again, and a small smile played across his face. "I think you can do me a better favour by not doing anything at all. You'd probably just ruin something, heh. Nah, just tell me next time you're out drinking so I know to stay home and let some other guy take care of you, got it?" </div> <div id="one" style="position:relative; right: 1px; left: -1px; top:0px; bottom:0px; overflow: auto;"> ![]() </div> </font> </td></tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| tearsandroses | May 1 2010, 08:19 PM Post #5 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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[dohtml] <table border="0" align=center height="739" width="440" background="http://i44.tinypic.com/110m540.png"> <td> <div id=box01" style="position:relative; width:425px; height:400px; right:100px; left:5px; top:100px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto;"> <font color=000000><br> [align=center]"I'm like a time bomb, tick tick BOOM!"<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br> Winter 3rd, 07<br> Around 11:00am<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><br>[/align] Well gee, I don't know. I'm sitting right here, aren't I?" she head him say. Ouch...had it coming didn't she? "Alright, I deserved that." she mumbled. Every single one of his ideas made her want to hit him, but feeling she still owed him she kept her mouth shut. Although his next comment just got her. <br><br> "Hey! I can easily do any of those things without screwing up." she said pouting. But seeing as he was letting her off the hook, she held back a smile. "Well if you insist.." she said. But that 'You'll screw anything up' line was still getting to her. Guh, her and her competitive-ness. "Seriously though, give me something to do, I guaruntee I can do it perfectly. I'll be your slave for an entire week." she said before getting over it.<br><br> She began looking at the menu boredly before one of the customers began screaming at the waiter, causing Madison to wince as she held onto her head. "Ow.....Evil evil alcohol." she mumbled to herself. </font> </div> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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| Indigo | May 2 2010, 03:08 AM Post #6 |
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» bye-bye lover
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[dohtml] <table align=center height="500" width="501"> <tr> <td style="background-image: url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/Mikora/quintonbg3.jpg); background-repeat: repeat-y; margin-top:0px; margin-left:20px; margin-right:0px; margin-bottom:0px;"> <div id="one" style="position:relative; width: 410px; height:280px; right: 0px; left: 15px; top:0px; bottom:0px; overflow: auto;"><font color=#666666><br> "Hey! I can easily do any of those things without screwing up." Quinton openly laughed in her face, folding his arms across his chest. "Seriously thought, give me something to do, I guaruntee I can do it perfectly. I'll be your slave for an entire week." The young man paused, eyeing her questioningly for a moment. Oh, really? This certainly was tempting, having her offer such a thing to him. Especially since she claimed that she was 'no one's slave', or whatever she had said that time. But. Even so, he found himself shaking his head in the end. <br><br> "No. Well. I dunno, if you insist so much then I'll at least take a raincheck on this," he told her, tilting his to the side. The smile seemed to linger on his face, perhaps fading a bit from his lips but still strong in his eyes. It was nice, getting a much deserved apology and gratitude. It was especially nice to be getting a bit of insistence and attention, but of course he wasn't going to openly mention or express that part. Instead, he added, "I'll ask something of you in the future. Dunno what it'll be so just be ready, got it?" His eyes flashed, and he laughed once more. "I might even wait until you're willing to do something in the 18+ category." Aaaaand he wasn't completely kidding. <br><Br> He swiftly moved along, though, getting off the topic quickly. Quinton pulled the cake closer to himself, finding himself more interested in this now. He was still hungry and he still wanted to distract himself with the confusion of his cousin, so he figured this was a good place to start. But before he could inspect the dish too closely, someone began screaming nearby. Looking from the scene to Madison, he laughed when he saw her. "Hah!" he leaned over a bit and laughed, extra loudly. "That'll teach you to drink so much, stupid. I hope you treasure this valuable lesson." <br><br> Eyes settling on the cake again, he spun it around, staring at the strawberries. "Anyway... why don't you go somewhere quieter? Like, at home. I don't really get why you're here." Quinton glanced up from the cake, frowning at her. Come to think of it, this was a really good question. If her hangover was so bad, why wasn't she somewhere more peaceful? Like the library, at least? </div> <div id="one" style="position:relative; right: 1px; left: -1px; top:0px; bottom:0px; overflow: auto;"> ![]() </div> </font> </td></tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| tearsandroses | May 2 2010, 03:17 AM Post #7 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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[dohtml] <table border="0" align=center height="739" width="440" background="http://i44.tinypic.com/110m540.png"> <td> <div id=box01" style="position:relative; width:425px; height:400px; right:100px; left:5px; top:100px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto;"> <font color=000000><br> [align=center]"I'm like a time bomb, tick tick BOOM!"<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br> Winter 3rd, 07<br> Around 11:00am<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><br>[/align] Madison raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Alright, well let me know, 'kay baby face?" she asked looking back at the menu before looking back up at him, that same eyebrow still raised but the rest of her face gave him that same slightly disturbed look. 18+? Psh, Madison was a virgin. Didn't plan on doing anything that involved getting naked anytime soon. <br><Br> "Mhm..." she mumbled emotionlessly. The laugh coming from him made her have to fight the urge to hit him. "I know I know. I got this lecture from Lisa last night, and I am keeping this lesson very close to me from now on." she responded before looking back at the menu. "Why?" she repeated his question. "Because I have things to do. And I'm not gonna put them on hold just because of a stupid hangover. As stupid as that may sound I've had much worse headaches and cramps that I went to school with. I can get over it." she explained.<br><Br> "I'm not a wuss after all." she added on before waving over at the waiter. "Get me some orange juice will ya?" she asked with a half smile. The waiter nodded and went back to his duties. </font> </div> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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| Indigo | May 2 2010, 02:53 PM Post #8 |
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» bye-bye lover
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[dohtml] <table align=center height="500" width="501"> <tr> <td style="background-image: url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/Mikora/quintonbg3.jpg); background-repeat: repeat-y; margin-top:0px; margin-left:20px; margin-right:0px; margin-bottom:0px;"> <div id="one" style="position:relative; width: 410px; height:280px; right: 0px; left: 15px; top:0px; bottom:0px; overflow: auto;"><font color=#666666><br> "Yeah, yeah, Boobs, just be ready," he said rather nonchalantly, getting out his wallet. If he could afford everything here, maybe he would. If he stayed her for the whole day and ordered every meal when possible then maybe that'd work out. After all, it wasn't really like he had anything better to do. And so he leaned back in his chair, rummaging through his wallet and counting his money as Madison went on talking. <br><br>It was good that at least someone else know how dumb she was. Maybe he'd look into this Lisa girl some more. Or maybe not. Whatever. How much gold was he at, again? ... Cursing under his breath as his own distractedness, he began going through and counting it all again. As he did, he half-listened to Madison, focusing more on keeping better track this time. In his state of semi-attention he heard he mentions something about things to do, and her not being a wuss. Absently he grunted in response, his fingers flicking through his money and his lips repeating the numbers under his breath. After a few moments he finished and put down his wallet, frowning. He had 4550 G on him now, all the cash he had. (Probably not a smart idea, then again, eating everything on the menu wasn't exactly a genius plan either.) <br><br> Smart idea or not, he was still about 1000 G short. "Well that sucks," he muttered, pocketing his wallet again. Looking at the cake once more, he sighed. "I guess I'll just have to settle for this then. Meh. Hey, if I die from this, I'm going to have my family sue your ass to Mars, okay?" Quinton looked up at Madison and nodded, eyebrows raised. He spoke a bit harshly - more so than usual - but didn't mean it. Much... mostly. Whatever. Instead of lingering on it, the man waved over the waiter as he gave Madison her juice. "Can I get a plate, a knife, a fork and some coffee please?" he asked. If he couldn't order everything, he figured he would at least get something to wash the cake down with. <br><br>The waiter nodded and then headed off, frowning at the cake before he went. Scratching the side of his head, Quinton turned back to Madison, his dark eyes meeting hers. "Anyway, when'd you make this?" </div> <div id="one" style="position:relative; right: 1px; left: -1px; top:0px; bottom:0px; overflow: auto;"> ![]() </div> </font> </td></tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| tearsandroses | May 2 2010, 03:03 PM Post #9 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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[dohtml] <table border="0" align=center height="739" width="440" background="http://i44.tinypic.com/110m540.png"> <td> <div id=box01" style="position:relative; width:425px; height:400px; right:100px; left:5px; top:100px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto;"> <font color=000000><br> [align=center]"I'm like a time bomb, tick tick BOOM!"<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br> Winter 3rd, 07<br> Around 11:00am<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><br>[/align] Madison nodded and took her juice from the waiter once he came back with it. She pouted slightly as Quinton mentioned he'd sue her if he died from eating the cake. "Yeah, Whatever Baby face." she responded, slightly irked that he didn't have faith in her cooking skills. She was a pretty good chef, considering she didn't do it for a living.<br><br> As she sipped her orange juice she looked up at him. "It's pretty fresh actually. Just made it an hour or two ago." she explained calling the waiter over again. "If you could get me some french toast, that'd be great." she said, with a half smile. Oh that disengaging smile of hers could put anyone off, they'd never guess what an attitude she had.<br><br> "And trust me, unless you're allergic to strawberries or something, you won't die from that." she added winking. </font> </div> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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| Indigo | May 6 2010, 12:45 PM Post #10 |
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» bye-bye lover
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[dohtml] <table align=center height="500" width="501"> <tr> <td style="background-image: url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/Mikora/quintonbg3.jpg); background-repeat: repeat-y; margin-top:0px; margin-left:20px; margin-right:0px; margin-bottom:0px;"> <div id="one" style="position:relative; width: 410px; height:280px; right: 0px; left: 15px; top:0px; bottom:0px; overflow: auto;"><font color=#666666><br> Oh really? "So it's a hangover cake." Quinton nodded slowly. "Right, then I'll exercise extra caution." The young man snickered, mildly amused, his eyes settling on the cake again. He looked up, though, as Madison turned to him once more, assuring him that he wouldn't die unless he was allergic to strawberries or something. And at this, he scoffed. This girl was much too confident for her own good. It kind of pissed him off, a little. Well, actually, it could've just been his already fouled up mood but, whatever. Regardless of why, he was irritated today and this was just something he couldn't shake. <br><br> Still, though, he couldn't find himself liking Madison's overconfidence. Not about food, anyway. Quinton knew he wouldn't die or fall ill - almost no food could make him sick, no matter how bad. No, those comments were simply out of playfullness. While he would still be eating the cake with care, it would not be out of fear, but rather an entirely different reason. In actuality, the young man planned to eat this cake with the scrutiny and mindset of a professional food critic. Over the years, he had become somewhat of an elitist snob when it came to food. After years of learning and teaching and really getting into it himself, well... he couldn't see why he wouldn't be naturally critical of others' cooking over time. Usually he never expressed his complaints - especially if he was hungry. But there was something about her slight cockiness that just pressed his buttons and begged for him to be as critical as possible. <br><br> And so, he was rather overjoyed when he received his coffee and his cutlery. Nodding to the waiter, he turned to the cake. "Well then, let's just see if it's as good as you seem to think it is," he declared, meeting Madison's eyes before studying her work. Putting his face close to it, he rotated it slowly, eyes studying the design. "Decently decorated... nice, pleasing to the eyes, but has the definite touch of an amateur." Taking a strawberry off the top, he placed it in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. After a moment he swallowed and then picked up the knife. "Strawberries are fresh, sweet. Above average quality, I guess," he commented as he cut himself a slice. <br><br> Quinton did this with surprising ease, extracting a near perfect piece. After placing it on his plate, he set the knife down and picked up the fork. First he tasted the icing, to which he said, "Icing's creamy. Could be a touch sweeter, could use a deeper flavour, too." Once his mouth was cleared of it he cut himself a forkful with the side of the utensil and placed it in his mouth. Putting the fork down he chewed, slowly and thoughtfully, eyes fixed on the rest of the piece. After a moment he swallowed, eyes meeting Madison's. "Cream filling is a bit rich and heavy; it's not something I just want to inhale. Which isn't a good thing. The cake itself is reasonably fluffy and moist, but it lacks a melt-in-your-mouth, holy-shit-gimme-more kind of quality." He took another forkful. "Strawberries are fine on their own, but it would be nice to have them actually inside the cake as well." <br><br> He place the forkful in his mouth and then raised an eyebrow. "Generally speaking it's an average cake. I've made much better when I was 13, frankly," he told her flatly, though he was exaggerating by one or two years. Chewing, he poked at the slice on his plate. "Who taught you how to bake, anyway?" </div> <div id="one" style="position:relative; right: 1px; left: -1px; top:0px; bottom:0px; overflow: auto;"> ![]() </div> </font> </td></tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| tearsandroses | May 6 2010, 02:19 PM Post #11 |
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[dohtml] <table border="0" align=center height="739" width="440" background="http://i44.tinypic.com/110m540.png"> <td> <div id=box01" style="position:relative; width:425px; height:400px; right:100px; left:5px; top:100px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto;"> <font color=000000><br> [align=center]"I'm like a time bomb, tick tick BOOM!"<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br> Winter 3rd, 07<br> Around 11:00am<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><br>[/align] Madison pouted and tok the toast from the waiter as he brought it over to her. "I'm sure you'll be just fine." she said, rolling her eyes, and taking a bite of french toast. She wasn't sure if the cake would be absolutely AMAZING but she knew it wasn't totally terrible. He certainly wouldn't die. So as she ate her french toast she listened to the ink head's little review of her cooking.<br><br> "Right then. I'll try adding a touch of cinnamon next time maybe?" she asked as he continued. After his opinion was fully given, she raised her eyebrows, rather shocked. "Wow, Babyface. You know quite a bit about food." she expressed surprise. "You'll have to teach me sometime." she said continuing to eat. "I'll pay you back if you do." and that might not work. She already owed him double time. But...maybe she could give him something that'd satisfy him for all three payments....which knowing quinton would be something X rated. Stupid boys and their horomones.<br><br> "Oh? Who?" she repeated. "Lisa's dad actually taught me how to bake. Since it was just him, me Lisa and Zach there. I did most of the cooking....it's just baking i'm not that great at. But I'm not really TERRIBLE." she explained going back to her food. "Maddie Maddie Maaaddie~!" she suddenly heard ringing throughout the entire cafeteria. Great...Zach.<br><br> He suddenly came up from behind and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Brought you some pain killers for the hangover kiddo." he said tossing her the bottle. "And I said I don't need any.....Thanks though." she said giving him a grateful smile. Zach returned her smile before looking at Quinton. "Hm....who's this guy?" he asked rather bluntly. <br><br> "Her boyfriend." Lisa said walking over as well. Madison rubbed her temples. Why can't my life be simple?! "Boyfriend hm?" Zach asked eyebrows raised. "That's your boyfr-ow! Lisa, Madison kicked me." "It wasn't Madison." Lisa said glaring. "Both of you go away please." she said placing her hooded sweatshirt back on, placing the hood over her head and placing her head on the table. Lisa, thinking they wanted to be alone, pushed Zach away. <br><br> "Pains in the ass." she mumbled. Once she finished off her toast she called the waiter over. "Just bring me a cherry coke please." she said with a smile. Once the waiter was on his way back, he tripped, and sent the coke flying all over Madison. Her cheeks heated up out of embarrassment, and her teeth were gritted. Today just decided 'Hey, let's annoy the shit outta Madison!' and did it ever.<br><br> But Madison simply clenched her fists before covering up er now see-through shirt, and grabbing her hoodie. "3, 2, 1...1, 2, 3...What the heck is bothering me?" she recited from a pamphlet she read, and with that she stormed off to the bathroom now even more annoyed then ever. But, realizing karma was probably getting back at her, she sucked it up, slipped on her hooded sweatshirt and went back over to help clean up the table. <br><br> "Miss, I'm so sorry. That drink is on the house." the waiter said covering his face for a blow. Madison simply smiled her toothy grin and grabbed a napkin. "It's fine~. Accidents happen." she claimed, soaking up the soda. </font> </div> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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| Indigo | May 22 2010, 09:47 PM Post #12 |
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» bye-bye lover
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[dohtml] <table align=center height="500" width="501"> <tr> <td style="background-image: url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/Mikora/quintonbg3.jpg); background-repeat: repeat-y; margin-top:0px; margin-left:20px; margin-right:0px; margin-bottom:0px;"> <div id="one" style="position:relative; width: 410px; height:280px; right: 0px; left: 15px; top:0px; bottom:0px; overflow: auto;"><font color=#666666><br> "Cinnamon? Well, it'd be interesting, but a warm taste would probably clash with the sweetness," he told her, straight-faced. The kitchen was his turf, whether it was cooking or baking, and he couldn't help but fall into seriousness whenever the subject came up. "Anyway, if you really want me to teach you then I will, I guess. And while I'd love for you to be further in debt to me, you don't need to." Quinton went on eating the cake, putting a forkful in his mouth. He quickly chewed and swallowed it before adding, laughing to himself, "After all, a little charity work always looks good for the ladies." The young man chuckled a little more as he continued eating, swiftly working his way through the piece of cake in front of him. <br><br> As he ate, Madison told him who taught her how to bake and whatnot, mentioning Lisa and Zach again. Quinton nodded, saying nothing, as he was preoccupied with stuffing his face full of cake. It wasn't delicious but it was still decently good and it was edible, so he was glad to have this here to eat. It wasn't long before he was finished his first piece, and moved to cut himself another one three times the size of his last. As he placed the chunk on his plate, a boy came up to their table. He watched and chewed silently as the other male gave Madison some pain killers before looking over at him. "Yo," he said, raising a hand in greeting. And then, Madison's friend Lisa came back, labelling him as the brunette's boyfriend. <br><br> Quinton simply shrugged, continuing to eat as the other guy seemed to inspect him. He glanced up, eyes narrowed slightly as he began to talk... but it quickly appeared as though justice would be served up for him. Snickering slightly, he waved to them as Madison shooed them away, chewing thoughtfully as he watched them go. "Interesting people," he commented, nodding a little. The man drifted into a bit of silence as he ate silently, his thoughts creeping back to his head. Almost the moment they did though, he forced himself to focus on Madison's voice. He really, really didn't want to deal with that right now... not here. Not with Madison, not in the mood he was in. <br><br> And so he listened as he ordered a coke, and then watched as it was spilled all over her front. Jerking his cake and plate away, Quinton merely sat on his chair, eating and observing. His eyebrows arched slightly as the material became transparent with the drink, but he said nothing. It was quickly apparent that she noticed, for she grabbed her hoodie and began mumbling something to herself. By this time he had finished his other piece and was cutting another, this piece so big that now only half the cake was left. Still silent, Quinton continued eating huge bites at a time. As he munched on, he watched as Madison stormed off and then came back a few minutes late to help the waiter clean up. <br><br> "Mood swing much?" he laughed, taking another huge piece of his slice and inserting it into his mouth. Quinton chuckled through his food. Truly the only thing that could really shut up him and keep him down was food. This was evident as he neither said nor did anything until the mess was cleaned up. And even then, by that time, it was only because he had wolfed down yet another huge piece of cake. Stretching his arms, he handed the plates to the waiter before he scurried off and then picked up his coffee. Sipping it, he looked to Madison. "So, you're kinda scary," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Looking so angry and then coming back so creepy nice. That can't be healthy. Anyone ever tell you that?" Quinton pulled his cake towards him, wrapping it up. He had enough of it for now, so he supposed he would take it home to eat the rest, or maybe share. Then, picking up his cup again, he downed the rest of the now lukewarm drink and put it down. He would go soon - this cafe was getting too boring for his tastes. More importantly, though, he found his mood steadily souring now as his thoughts came creeping back despite his efforts to keep them at bay. But, for now he would stay and chat a little longer. Or at least ask one thing he was curious about: <br><br> "So when are you going to tell them that we're not dating?" he asked her, eyebrow arched. "S'trouble for both of us, isn't it? Since we're not really, it kinda turns off anyone we would want to date... Unless, of course, you're enjoying it?" He snickered quietly, unable to resist the jab. Though he did hope it didn't stop her from answering - he was actually kinda curious, after all. </div> <div id="one" style="position:relative; right: 1px; left: -1px; top:0px; bottom:0px; overflow: auto;"> ![]() </div> </font> </td></tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| tearsandroses | May 24 2010, 12:16 AM Post #13 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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[dohtml] <table border="0" align=center height="739" width="440" background="http://i44.tinypic.com/110m540.png"> <td> <div id=box01" style="position:relative; width:425px; height:400px; right:100px; left:5px; top:100px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto;"> <font color=000000><br> [align=center]"I'm like a time bomb, tick tick BOOM!"<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br> Winter 3rd, 07<br> Around 11:00am<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><br>[/align] Madison stuck her tongue out at Quinton as she continued to soak up the spilled drink. "I'm a girl. It happens. I'd rather mood swings than punching someone out." she explained tossing the napkins into a nearby trashcan. "She shoots she scores." she mumbled with a toothy grin. Once she got her free drink she looked back to Quinton as he finished talking.<br><br> Madison rolled her eyes as she quietly mimicked Quinton's words to herself, not wanting to answer him. "Ah, bite me babyface." she said, mostly playfully. "I haven't told them because I finally got Lisa off my back." she told him sipping her drink. "Lisa's always trying to set me up with guys because I haven't had a boyfriend in four years." she began. "But since I got her off my back about wrestling back in the fall she's left me alone and let me live my own got damn love life." she continued.<br><br> "I'll probably tell her toni-" she started, but then heard his little comment. "Shut up. I do not. I mean it's not that I don't enjoy it but I- ugh." she tried to explain before she got tongue tied. "Just shut up." she joked. "I'll tell them tonight if it's that bad. But it's not like anyone's heard about it." she told him examining the scars on her left hand. "If it was I'm pretty sure the guy I'm going out with on the 8th would've been suspicious don't you?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.<br><br> But before Quinton could answer Lisa rushed into the place again with a letter. "What now Lisa?" she asked annoyed. "There's a letter for you." Lisa said with a serious look on her face. "Well I'll read it la-" "Madison, it's from your mom." Lisa interrupted with a frown. Madison's expression grew neutral for a bit. ".....Go home. I'll be there in a bit." she said quietly. Lisa, not wanting to anger madison she left. </font> </div> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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| Indigo | May 24 2010, 05:39 AM Post #14 |
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» bye-bye lover
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[dohtml] <table align=center height="500" width="501"> <tr> <td style="background-image: url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/Mikora/quintonbg3.jpg); background-repeat: repeat-y; margin-top:0px; margin-left:20px; margin-right:0px; margin-bottom:0px;"> <div id="one" style="position:relative; width: 410px; height:280px; right: 0px; left: 15px; top:0px; bottom:0px; overflow: auto;"><font color=#666666><br> Quinton, wrinkling his nose, shrugged. Well, he didn't exactly agree with that philosophy but whatever. "Oh, so I guess you're just chalking it up to PMS. Gooootcha," he briefly interjected, watching her toss the cluster of wet napkins into a trashcan not too far away. Hmm, seriously. Girls and their emotions - even if he spent a millenia studying them day in and day out, he doubted that he'd understand them even then. Shaking his head a little, the boy dismissed the subject for the time, moving onto the more interesting matter of his position as Madison's pretend boyfriend. <br><Br> Resting an elbow on the table, he propped up his chin in that hand as he listened, nodding a little. "Uh-huh..." he mumbled absently as she spoke. That kind of sounded like an excuse to him, but whatever. Unable to resist, he added his final remark, still snickering even as she went on speaking. Quinton's chuckles stopped when she mentioned something about a guy and going out on the 8th... what did that mean, huh? Was she actually cheating and betraying their nonexistant, make-believe relationship? Sitting up, he gasped loudly, ready to make a joke. <br><br> But before he could even so much as open his mouth, Madison's blonde friend suddenly appeared once more. Quinton seemed to deflate as Madison turned to Lisa, clearly irritated. "Wow, you must have teleporting powers or someting, Blondie," he said simply, rather bewildered at how quickly the girl could disappear and then reappear. A tiny grin spread across his face, but it was not joined by any others as he had hoped. Lisa wore a look of seriousness (a first in the times he had seen her) and Madison's face, after hearing she got a letter from her mom, seemed to be wiped clean of all emotion. <br><br> Confused and quiet, he watched as Lisa quickly left after being dismissed by a solemn Madison. Frowning, Quinton turned to his friend. "Hm? Sounds serious," he said, raising an eyebrow. The air between them felt tense now; serious. Pursing his lips, he narrowed his eyes, glaring at his cake. This was the perfect situation to goof off and make some kind of clever quip, but... Somehow, the atmosphere seemed to suffocate his sense of humour, leaving him with nothing really better to say other than: "Uh. Well, I gotta get going I guess. Maybe you should get out of here too and see what's up." He held her gaze steadily, his dark eyes flat, lacking their usual glint of mischief or amusement. As he spoke he took out his wallet, placing some gold on the table to pay for his order. </div> <div id="one" style="position:relative; right: 1px; left: -1px; top:0px; bottom:0px; overflow: auto;"> ![]() </div> </font> </td></tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| tearsandroses | May 24 2010, 09:43 PM Post #15 |
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The Sweet Transvestiiiite
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[dohtml] <table border="0" align=center height="739" width="440" background="http://i44.tinypic.com/110m540.png"> <td> <div id=box01" style="position:relative; width:425px; height:400px; right:100px; left:5px; top:100px; bottom:0px; overflow:auto;"> <font color=000000><br> [align=center]"I'm like a time bomb, tick tick BOOM!"<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br> Winter 3rd, 07<br> Around 11:00am<br> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><br>[/align] Madison looked away as she sighed. "Considering Lisa had a serious expression it must be." she chuckled trying to perk up. "If it's from my mom it might mean she's out of jail. I hope she's cleaned herself up by now." she said, mostly mumbling the last part. It had been years since she last saw her mom. Probably about six or seven. "Haven't seen her since she left with her little boyfriend." she mumbled staring at her hand still.<br><br> "I wasn't surprised to learn she was in the slammers either. What she did to dad....she deserved it." she continued to herself before shaking her head. "Anyway, I guess I'll get home and see what's going on with her." she began, getting up from her chair and placing the money on the table before flashing Quinton a smile. "See you around Babyface." she said, placing her money on the table before walking out. </font> </div> </td></tr></table> [/doHTML] |
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