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Miss Salsa's test thread! Rite nao I are gonna do a post set up, but will save the first few post boxes for other things to come later *nodnod* |
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Coin operated boy,
Sitting on the shelf, He is just a toy, But i turn him on...  ღ Kaden ი Wickerson ღ Shoppe Owner Extraordinaire http://i38.tinypic.com/10h9hfs.jpgIt was obvious that Kaden enjoyed Setsuna's company probably just as much as if not more than Setsuna enjoyed the shoppe keeper's. There wasn't many pets that came back to the shoppe once bought, but time and time again Kaden would receive a call that the neko was being returned, and even though he had been disobedient with his owners, each time Kaden would greet him with a plate of sweets and strawberry milk. He couldn't help it, call it the motherly side of him if you will. He could still remember the boy's most recent "return," not even getting a phone call or notification that the neko was being returned, just the half dead body and cage dropped at the shoppe doorstep, each moment as precious as the next while the manager raced against the clock to put the broken neko back together. And he had just barely made it. Kaden hadn't told Setsuna that he had died twice while on the table, but he figured the younger male knew how severe the attack had been. Kaden had used whatever medical supplies he had in the backroom to seal the dark haired boy up, and it was quite a miracle that Setsuna had survived and was healing as well as he was. "It's not odd at all," Kaden responded, "In fact, I feel rather flattered that you like staying here with me, even if your quarters are less than roomy and your company isn't all that exciting." He pointed to himself at the last part, chuckling a little in his modest way. "But who knows, maybe the company will be nice enough to let me keep you as a pet." He chuckled a bit louder this time; a pet having another pet as a pet. Something about that didn't seem to suit either of the two of them. It was an amusing thought nonetheless, and Kaden would be lying if he said he wouldn't enjoy being around Setsuna more often than he was already. But Setsuna was company property until he was bought again, and as long as Kaden had been a part of said company, he had no where near enough money to be able to afford such a high-end pet. He was just about to hand over the plate to Setsuna and attend to the new customers when he noticed a damp spot forming along the neko's upper chest. Setting aside the plate yet again, he carefully reached in to the cage, touching the wet spot with two fingers and pulled them back, a tint of red sticking to his skin. "Dear me, looks like you ripped your stitches," he commented aloud, stepping aside from the cage, "I have to attend to the new owners right now, but if you go sit behind the counter and wait, I'll look at your wound and fix the stitches, alright?" He left the cage completely open for Setsuna to climb out of, already walking back to his station and setting the food on the counter top for the neko to eat whenever, back to the cages as he gathered up the paperwork. Oh he was very trusting of the dark haired neko, knowing that he knew it would not be a smart idea to try to escape with such a wound nor would he even be able to get to the door without Kaden subduing him first. And besides, if Setsuna was so content here, then he had no reason to leave, right? Kaden might have been trusting, but he also had common sense. He pulled a rolling chair from the backroom and wheeled it over behind the counter, an offer for the wounded pet to take a seat in a proper place. And he comes to life, Automatic joy, That is why i want A coin operated boy... |
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｡ Ɍ ɑ е ʟ е е ﾟ Ҭ ɑ ν е ɴ ρ σ ʀ τ ｡ http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wj_ysXe60hA/SmqfLIIJgbI/AAAAAAAABX8/OFK1sbS7Usc/s400/11173-miyavi.jpgRaelee sat down upon the stool beside Layne, examining the male's pale arm so as to make sure there was no excess hair or open wounds that might get in the way of the tattooing process. The skin had a rather cool feeling under the asian's fingers, though he attributed it to the rather gloomy weather they were currently having. He pressed the stencil delicately to the male's shoulder and arm, lining it up in perfect position how Layne wanted it. "Raelee," He answered the question, his English accent a contrast to the customer's southern one. He sat back for a moment, making sure that he too was satisfied where it was, and once done, snapped on some rubber gloves as if he were a doctor getting ready for a procedure. "I take it you're not a native of the British Isles though, am I right?" He took a small cotton swab and lightly coated the area he was tattooing with rubbing alcohol so as to sterilize the skin. The artist began to mix up the inks, setting each aside in a small cup-like container, finishing the last of the steps before the actual tattooing process would begin. Taking the tattooing needle in hand and turning it on, he put the first ink in. "You ready?" ｡ Ɍ ɑ е ʟ е е ﾟ Ҭ ɑ ν е ɴ ρ σ ʀ τ ｡ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ |
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♥ I am the professional (in more than one sense) Bartender, Mana ♥ Age is just a number. Twenty plus three ♥ Haters can suck my d**k. Faaaaabulously gay~ ♥ This is how I am, love me or hate me. ☆ The Saint: I am a fun-loving and sweet red-head. Often times I switch between roles-- I can be motherly, like a big brother, a friend, a lover, and if you push me an enemy. I do enjoy flirting, don't get me wrong, but I don't consider myself a flirt or a tease; I'd much rather be upfront with how I feel than dance around the subject with flirting and teasing. Just get down to business, ya know? ★ The Sinner: You want a professional? I can be of service. Pay me well or if there's something in it for me, the prostitute in me will come out again. I know all the tricks of the trade, every move that will make you come buckets, and every position that will hit the spot just right; if you care to find out, I'm more than happy to share a few tips with you. No one can best my hands, mouth, d**k, or a** this side of the Pacific. You want a relationship though? Find someone else. ♥ The day I came out of my mother's vajayjay. January 28th ♥ As I always say. Don't stare at me, I charge by the minute. ♥ I jam to this song everyday. Porcelain and the Tramps - Favorite Drug ♥ Check me out. ♥ I figured more pictures of me would turn you on. ♥ This is my sex-tastic story. I have no blood family, dropped off at an orphanage just days after my birth, mys family becoming the other orphaned and misfit children. At the age of four, I was finally adopted into what seemed like a nice family: the house was nice, the neighborhood was friendly, my mother was sweet, and my father was kind. There was just one small thing... My father tended to be too nice late at night when he was drinking or whenever mother wasn't home. I got used to those larger hands touching my skin and stronger form taking advantage of me, and that's how it was for the next ten years. Since he loved the alcohol, it was a normal sight to see the different drinks and concoctions the man would make just a little while before his ***** acts. However, when I was fifteen we were finally caught-- Mother had gone out grocery shopping and dad was in one of those moods. So kneeling between his legs, mouth on the c**k that was much to large for me, Mom came home early to see the disgrace of her son giving head to her husband. Dad was arrested and Mom sent me back to the orphanage, too ashamed that every time she looked at me, she could only see the sin she had witnessed. I was much too old for anyone to want to adopt me and didn't want to rely on the orphanage again, so I gathered what little possessions I had and ran away. That's when I met Ryuichi. I had passed out in an alleyway and Ryuichi found me, taking me to his small place where he and several other men lived. I found out that he and the rest were all prostitutes, and since I had no place to stay or money to my name, I became employed by their pimp and sold my body to any man who could pay a high enough price. It was nothing new to me anyways. Even so, I lived a happy life with the other prostitutes, especially Ryuichi. He was my mentor of sorts-- We worked the street together and often were bought at the same time, whether it was as part of a threesome or just to do things with each other while a voyeur watched. We knew each other's body like we knew our own, and were close with both mind and body. I hate to say it, but I fell in love with him-- A whore that could love, who would have thought. I never told him about my feelings, but somehow I think he knew, and while he might not have felt the same way, I loved him just the same and he loved me... Even if it was only just as a friend. We shared everything-- Secrets, money, clients, bodily fluids. But one thing he didn't share with me was the fact that he had contracted AIDS. While it was a pimp's rule that we only had protected sex, Ryuichi had done something to contract the fatal disease, and I only found out when it was too late. I did not contract it, but I had to watch my dearest friend and love die. When Ryuichi was gone, I had nothing again. I left my job as a prostitute, used what money I did have to get an apartment, and began my job search. I couldn't sell my body anymore, but there was not much else I knew and not much other options-- No one wanted to hire an ex-prostitute. So what other sin could I commit to get a job? Become a bartender. I'd serve up alcohol, letting people pick their poisons-- They'd all make their bad decisions, and I'd be the one to give them the tools to do so. So I got my license, but still no one wanted me. But Ryo did. I don't know what he saw in me (other than my "talents"-- in more than one sense-- which looking back at it now kind of makes sense for the job) but I was hired as the bartender of Yummy! Sex and Sugar. I am not ashamed of my past and I don't hide it from others, but it wouldn't hurt to be seen as something other than a whore. Maybe this will be my fresh start. ♥ I enjoy this alot. ► Sex-- It's to be expected after all ► Finding new mixed drink recipes ► The color red-- My hair color is natural, don't ask me if I dye it! ♥ I hate this alot. ◄ Being called a "whore" -- I am the only one that can joke about my past, but just watch what happens when you let the W word slip. ◄ Sour tasting things -- Good thing he works in a sweets shoppe now ♥ This makes me s**t bricks. ▲ My worth not being realized ▲ Facing my adoptive mother and/or father ♥ I'll tell you my dirty lil' secrets. ▼ My current addiction is strawberries ▼ I am very ticklish-- VERY |
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The side affects are sexual, are you down for a taste? Text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text      ❊ Pick your ┗━━━━━━━━━┛ ☠ p o i s o n ☠ ❊ |
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It was nearly three in the morning, the witching hour, and Kia was currently slumped over in a sitting position, one arm draped between his legs and the other propped up on his knee, fingers clutching a lit cigarette. The cancer stick traced smoke ladders up into the living room air as the blond sucked at the end, letting the ashes at the tip fall onto the worn out carpeting. Right about now Ren would be stumbling in from his late night “shift” and since Kia had been woken up by his nicotine urge, he thought he might as well stay up for the next couple of minutes and wait for the red head.
And there it was, the familiar steps coming up to the door, fumble of the doorknob, and slender form slip in to the door way. Ren had his back currently to his roommate, shutting the door in a quiet manner so as not to wake Kia (which he did not realize actually was awake). The male turned around from the door, startled to see that he was not alone in the room, jumping slightly and putting his hand against his chest. "s**t Kia, you scared me," Ren sighed with relief, kicking off his shoes in the entry way, "I didn't think you'd be awake... Bad dream?" |
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