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[SatansBltch]

Nay inhaled the scent of fall, cider, apples, and anything that added to making this street the perfect magazine-esque. It was refreshing to have a night off from work, calling and making plans, she needed to spend some time with her best friend! Speaking of, she watched him approach her with an extra cup of cider. Oooh, cider! Thank you, dearie. She smiled and took the cup from him and stealing a sip. She cut her eyes towards him, mentioning her favorite sweater of his, Now, you should know better than that. I'm the person you go to first when you can't find something. Which was true, or should be. Also, how offensive! Oh hell no, you can't say that! I return your sweatshirts, washed, might I add. Just so you can wear them, so we can repeat the process.

Taking another sip, she smiled behind her cup and bumped into his hip, besides, you can't say no to me. she added and pulled her sleeves down. What have you been up to recently, dearie? Nay loved him like a brother, she always found a way to see or talk to him as much as possible. A Nathan fix, if you will. He always seems to make her happy or calm her down when she gets too upset.

Nay resumed to watching the people that started to gather at the festival, how bundled up they looked or how cute they were, cuddled up to their special someone. You would think Nay would want that, working with couples on the daily and seeing them everywhere. She was someone who didn't think about it, didn't let it bother her. Plus, who would even like a short-tempered little mad woman? The corner of her mouth rose into a smirk, huh, that'd make a great book. she thought and put her arm in the crook of Nathan's. So how many girls do you plan on harassing tonight?


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𝔭 𝔢 𝔱 𝔢 𝔯 𝔭 𝔞 𝔫
﹙ ｏｆ ｎｅｖｅｒｌａｎｄ ﹚

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Atlas was unapologetic when it came to laughing. He really had very little control over his laugh and there were just so many different kinds. He laughed when he was nervous (which was rare) and he laughed when he was frightened (also rare.) Though he certainly lived by his own philosophy of approaching all good and bad with a laugh, all his laughs were very genuine and very much real, and my, were they contagious. One could understand the annoyance of a man who couldn't really take things seriously, but it wasn't in his nature to do so and that, he was easily forgiven. Fortunately, he was in good company with a girl who had some witty humor.

When she mentioned her determination to have fun, Atas' eyebrows raised in curiosity. He was certainly all about fun. The topic of children came up and his arms folded across his chest as he let out a chuckle. "No, love, once they're out of sight, they're out of my mind!" Though this was partially true, he wouldn't admit that he did worry after the children when he'd get home at night. It was definitely difficult being so attached to children, feeling the obligation of being a father figure. Although it was certainly debatable if it was appropriate to want to have such a role in a child's life, it was something Atlas as second nature, a mold in the little ones' lives that he fit so beautifully into. "Well, teachers are people too and they enjoy a good beer and some nice conversation with pretty women," The corners of his lips curved into a charming smile. From the corner of his eyes, he had noticed a particular brunette making her way over towards their direct. He had immediate recognized the girl as Emily Deering, his ex-everything. His smile faded as his mind quickly replayed scenarios of the two fighting, kissing, holding one another, laughing and shouting. Atlas couldn't help but clear his throat to refocus himself from his daydreaming. His gaze shifted from Rania's face, glancing back at Emily before returning to his conversation, smile plastered on his lips.

“Afternoon Atlas, already dropped off the munchkins?”

He waited a beat before turning to her, careful to be too eager to greet her. Their gaze met and his signature smirk returned to his face. "Em!" his tone was honeyed, truly pleasured to be able to speak and at the same time, unsure of the feelings that still ached at his heart for this girl. He leaned in, planting a peck upon Emily's cheek in greeting. It didn't help his feelings but it certainly relieved any tension between them. It was moments such as these that really ate away at him. Having her approach him always hurt as thoughts of hope always sparked, or his mind would entertain the idea that she had some feelings reserved for him, but reality set in that she was the one that ended it. Yes, it was mutual and the two exchanged words that no one should ever exchange, and even after some time passing, it had only gotten a little easier and to this day, she was certainly his greatest downfall.

"Yes, it would appear that my crew has abandoned me," he glanced around himself, scanning for any children in hiding. "Some captain I must be, huh?" He laughed. As Emily introduced herself his attention shifted to his newly found friend, "Em, this is Rania! Her father has made some very generous contributions towards the school district." of course he had already told Emily of this when they were together, but that part of them was set aside and he was beginning anew. When she extended a hand towards Rania, an eyebrow raised and he shook his head, putting a hand on each of the girls' back, urging the two into an embrace. "Handshakes are so formal, surely girls bond better over hugs, yeah?" All for getting reactions, Atlas could barely contain his amusement.


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“ａｎｄ ｐｅｔｅｒ ｌａｕｇｈｅｄ, ａｎｄ ｗｈｅｎ ｈｅ ｄiｄ, ａｌｌ tｈｅ ｄｅｖｉｌｓ ｇｒiｎｎｅｄ, ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｐｅｔｅｒ'ｓ ｌａｕｇｈ ｗａｓ ａ ｍｏｓｔ ｃｏｎｔａｇｉｏｕｓ ｔｈｉｎｇ.”

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Manners and proper etiquette were branded into Emily’s brain as a child, so in a public setting, she was taught that her emotions were to remain mild-mannered and god forbid you make those around you feel uncomfortable. So when his lips were placed on her Emily’s cheek and a cheerful nickname was exclaimed with his sweet sounding voice, Atlas created a world of repressed memories and feelings to rise and swirl in Emily’s heart that she thought to be hidden under lock and key. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment before she could calm her mind to a dull roar and spread a somewhat bittersweet smile across her lips as a shade of pink flooded her already somewhat cold flushed cheeks. This man standing in front of her was the most important person in Emily’s adult life; he was the first person living in West Bay who made her feel at home and comfortable. That first year of living with each other was the happiest Emily had ever been, she took risks and could be vulnerable with Atlas unlike anyone else in her life. She could lie in bed all day and talk to him about her fears and about her father; she trusted him. But one day she saw the relationship getting serious and her defense mechanisms kicked in as she heard her father’s voice in the back of her head yelling “This man can’t be the father your children deserve!” or “You could do better than this duffer!” She just snapped and began the downfall of the best thing to ever come into her life; ruined all because she was too afraid disappointing the one person she wanted nothing more than to run away from; her father.

Thoughts like these crowded her mind from time to time, but usually only in private, so here in front of a young woman she had just met made her a bit nervous. Forcing her thoughts back to the present time, she spoke again, “Well I'm sure they're all having a lovely day with their parents, love. You're a brilliant captain, one for the history books.” Once again, Emily smiled politely, not wanting to give away how she really felt at the moment. She knew she ruined any chances with Atlas with her hateful assumptions and harsh words. And now a beautiful woman was speaking to him, no doubt he would much rather be with her than with Emily. Or at least that was going through Emily’s mind as she glanced between the two of them. But like she was trained, emotions stay in, never out; so on she went suppressing her worst nightmare; Atlas falling for someone new. Which reminded her of how often Atlas would charmingly flirt with Celeste, and how the angry would rumble beneath Emily’s skin and tears sat behind her eyes. Granted, she never expressed how she felt to either one of them, but it still hurt to see the only man she ever loved to say sweet nothings to her best friend. She could never impose such feelings onto Celeste; it wasn't like she owed Emily anything.

As Atlas placed his hand on the small of Emily’s back as to attempt to guide her into a hug with a complete stranger, Emily let out a ridiculously nervous chuckle and shook her head, taking a step back from Rania. [“My apologies, but I'm not one for hugging, you see. It’s not polite, Atlas, you know that.” She said with a twinge of annoyance in her clear voice as she gave a quick side glance to Atlas. Her cheeks now radiated a bright red with somewhat anger and embarrassment as she burned a hole into the cement below with her eyes and fiddled with her jacket zipper. Changing the subject back to Rania’s father, she spoke once again, “Your father is a very generous man, Miss Rania. I’m sure the teachers greatly appreciate his donations.” Her heart beat so quickly and so loudly, she could have sworn Atlas could hear it. Already her night was becoming too emotionally draining for her liking.



s e x y t h y m e

[T1CKL3D]

𝔸 𝕋 𝕃 𝔸 𝕊 ➸ ℂ 𝔸 𝔻 𝔼

𝔭 𝔢 𝔱 𝔢 𝔯 𝔭 𝔞 𝔫
﹙ ｏｆ ｎｅｖｅｒｌａｎｄ ﹚

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The nervous sounds this girl would make were enough to bring absolute ruin upon any man. As Emily escaped his touch, Atlas could only look on with genuine delight, taking in her bashful features; the red cheeks, the nervous chuckles. "You and your manners." He let out a soft laugh, playfully rolling his eyes, half out of annoyance. In their previous relationship, he would be the one to charge forward towards adventure and the exploration of things unseen and uncomfortable, and the love of his life would know how to reel him out of his fantasy land, back into her embrace and affection. It was so good to be loved and admired. Their first year together was absolute bliss, something out of a storybook. He'd share his hopes and aspirations, listen to her worries and comfort her. It was perfection. Somewhere along the road, he had taken her for granted and chose his stubborn self over her. Yes, although she had officially cut their ties, Atlas was not without fault. He knew Emily. He knew she was different than most women, in that she cared for the little things. She enjoyed things properly folded and put away. She felt safe in the comfort of their apartment, fireplace roaring, sipping tea, nose in her favorite book. Her love for him was shown in the way she would continuously fixing his damn stray hairs and never fail to remind him that his beard was becoming unsightly. Ultimately, Atlas would test her patience, coming home late at night from working on his backyard helicopter. He would accuse her of sucking the life out of him when she would tell him he needed to rethink his priorities. And worst of all, he would shut himself away from her. Instead of introducing her to his thoughts, dreams and aspirations, he would keep them to himself jealously. Why was it so easy to open up to children and not the love of your life?

So rather than loving the girl for who she was, he chose to resent her and put himself before her. God knew he was afraid of change, of anything or anyone that would threaten his being. He chose to view Emily as a threat, not a lover. At the end of the day, if he was truly honest with himself, every night that he would look at himself in the mirror, he did not see the man that could love Emily properly because he could never stop putting himself first... and that was his greatest mistake.

Atlas grinned at her comment. She truly knew the words to stroke his ego. "History books, you say?" His mind drifted for a moment, as it normally did when it came to things about him and fame. He certainly wanted to leave his hand print on the world. "Well that'd be a lovely thought." At this point, he had rudely dismissed Rania, disregarding Emily's comment about how grateful the teachers must be to Mr. Bakari. Yes, this was true but in all honesty, he was the kind to lose interest quickly. But to his credit, he was interacting with his ex which makes it pretty difficult to focus on much else. Now Celeste was a different story. She is Emily's and his closest, mutual friend. Which makes things quite... interesting. She is an incredibly beautiful girl, vibrant and mysterious. There was certainly very attractive qualities about her that made it very easy to casually flirt. Little did he know that this would affect Emily, and to this point, he is oblivious. He didn't think about Celeste nearly as much as he thought about Emily though, for obvious reasons.

In this moment, it dawned on him that this was one of their better conversations since their parting. He was truly grateful, desperately hoping for more of these in the future but knowing their personalities, things could get destructive pretty quickly. "So, how are things?" how awkward.




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“ａｎｄ ｐｅｔｅｒ ｌａｕｇｈｅｄ, ａｎｄ ｗｈｅｎ ｈｅ ｄiｄ, ａｌｌ tｈｅ ｄｅｖｉｌｓ ｇｒiｎｎｅｄ, ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｐｅｔｅｒ'ｓ ｌａｕｇｈ ｗａｓ ａ ｍｏｓｔ ｃｏｎｔａｇｉｏｕｓ ｔｈｉｎｇ.”

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[wwwdotugh]

Despite every atom in her being screaming for joy over seeing Atlas after so long of avoiding him, Emily could feel her old self boiling just under the surface of her finely tuned mask that she adorned currently. She knew trying to be friendly with Atlas would just turn into an ordeal she cared not to be a part of; and yet her heart ached and yearned to feel his touch again. Nothing was more soothing than his hands on her cheeks and his lips on her forehead; nothing more liberating than being kissed in a crowd with no reservations or fears of judgment. He was everything she needed to make her free, but she cowered. And she fled, fled to the lonely recesses of her brain to where she was yet a child again, being trained and raised into what she detested.

Emily could distinctly remember the last words she had said to Atlas the day she walked away. Emily’s family made plans to visit America on vacation for a few weeks and serendipitously had a layover in West Bay for a few hours. She and her family made plans to have lunch and tea at her work where she promised to introduce the love of her life, despite how absolutely terrified of her father’s impression of him she was. She knew if given the chance, her father would humiliate her. He’d stick his nose in the air and his condescending voice as always say “Darling, how many times have I told you that a man with a petty job such as his and no ambitions will never support you? Really Emily Elizabeth, it’s not complicated.” She knew her father was just waiting for the opportunity to be right about Atlas, to shove the reality of her situation right in her face. And she expressed this fear to Atlas countless times. Just the night before she stayed up late crying in his arms pleading with him that for just this once he could do something selfless and be on his best behavior; he stroked her hair and rocked her to sleep with false hopes and a lullaby of empty promises.

That morning they departed early for work, with a kiss and a goodbye. Things would never be the same after that day. The time came for lunch and for her family to meet the “man who completed her”. And Atlas was nowhere to be found. Her worst nightmare, shoved onto her lap with a side of betrayal. Some love of her life. At home, there he was in the back yard working on that damned to hell helicopter, as if he had not a care in the world. This was the last time he would ever hurt her, she thought to herself. Charging forward and grabbing the toy, she chucked it into the fence in front of her. As it shattered, he bolted up to his feet, turning to face her; startled and confused. She screamed. Oh how she screamed. And oh how she cried. She furiously rummaged together some of her things and as she started to leave she turned to him one last time and said with so much ice in her words. “Just this one thing Atlas; just this once, but no; You could never someone like you love yourself.” And then the words she would regret for the rest of her life sliced through the air and left her empty. “I hate you Atlas Cade.”

She didn’t sleep for days, she drank every night until she cried and called her mother to tell her she was right. And every night her mother would gently sing to her until her crying stopped and then tell her, “Give it time, m&m. You love each other, I know.” If only she knew how bad things really were.

She couldn’t even look Atlas in his forest green eyes that glowed with joy. He probably hated her for what she said to him; probably thought she was crazy or something. How could she have thrown away something to special? And yet, he made small talk. He seemed to actually want to attempt a civil relationship. She could do civil right? How are things? How painfully awkward. “I…uhm. We received a shipment of flavors in at the tea shop. I…. oh that’s dreadfully boring. Fine-fine, things are fine. I- I’m sorry I can’t do this” Emily could feel her chest tighten in preparation of the tears to pour. How could she tell him how she really felt? How could she tell him that every night she held a pillow in hopes that she wished hard enough it would actually be him there beside her? How could she explain that she wanted every word of venom she said back? She fought the tears as she turned around and began to briskly make her way through the crowd, hoping to escape and hide in her little home and cry. She knew she shouldn’t have even come to this stupid thing.




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Celeste had left the diner and was now slowly making her way around the Festival stopping and checking out the different little tents that were around. She stopped and got a hot cup of coco to keep her warm as she wondered around. She sipped from her cup slowly as she walked along the path. She hadn’t yet run into anyone that she knew. Seemed everyone was either busy or hadn’t gotten to the festival yet. As she wondered around slowly her mind wondered. She thought about how much her adoptive parents loved coming to the festival and walking around. Her mother would usually set up a tent herself and sell baked goods from it. Sometimes she and her father would help her out or other times the two of them would wonder around and look at things. Her father loved looking at all the little things that were being sold. There was just something about tents like these that were so appealing. All the neat home made things that people worked so hard on. That was what caught her eye the most was that most people made these things their selves. Sewing, sculpting, or carving them. It was really neat to think that people could put so much work into stuff like these.

After her hot coco was gone she dropped her empty cup into a nearby trash can and started her walk back the other way. She’d passed by every little vender that was here already and figured that it was probably time to head home. She’d picked up a few little things here and there, just little things to decorate with, stuff mainly for the fall season. She was excited to start pulling out all her Halloween decorations and decorate the shop. She also really loved to decorate for Christmas. It was her second favorite season. All the lights, the music, the shows on tv, the snow and of course the Christmas tree. She almost bought a small one for her apartment and also one that she would put in the shop window. A real live tree that she would spend hours decorating. This time of year was always her favorite. Halloween, Thanksgiving, and then Christmas. She didn’t really celebrate with anyone but herself and maybe a few friends if they didn’t already have plans. Though the holidays for Celeste could be kind of sad because it was a time that she really did miss her family and not having them around to celebrate with. One day she hoped to have her own family to celebrate with.

After making two more small purchases Celeste started the walk home again. Maybe on her way she would run into someone. The thought about not closing the shop had crossed her mind. Probably wouldn’t have hurt to keep it open for another hour or so. She could have totally managed on her own. Oh well, it was too late to go back and open up the shop. Maybe she’d stay open a little bit later tomorrow, so people getting off of work could stop in for some coffee or something. Sighing softly she sank down into a nearby bench and watched the people around her as they chatted happily, held hands and stopped to look through the tents. It was a nice night for this, a little on the chilly side but other than that pretty nice.

OOC : I hope this is alright. I had no idea what to do with her. I'll work on Caroline's post soon.

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[qifreys]

The hustle and bustle of the main street during the night festival gave him just the right amount of energy. It was a perfect night to give the festival goers a nice tune. Tonight, Richard decided to pack up his trombone and join the rest of the crowd into the night. Of course, his dalmation, Paavo, had tagged along. The giddy canine nearly tugged Richard along by the leash as they ventured out into the streets.
"Slow-... Slow down, Paavo ol'boy!" Richard tugged on the leash once as they entered the main street.
Lights all around him to illuminate the booths surely spread a small, content smile across his tired expression, and the small lights that hung on strings across the air, weaving between booths swayed in the light breeze like small fire flies.

He only purchased a cup of cocoa from one of these vendors along the street, then found himself a place on the corner of the street, where he laid his instrument case open (not that he was expecting any sort of pay, but a tip would be lovely). Before he would begin playing, he loosened the scarf around his neck, and took in a deep breath. Paavo sat beside him obediently, with his tail wagging across the sidewalk in a sweeping motion. Richard knew Paavo was a good, trained dog and wouldn't wander off. In fact, sometimes he wondered if he and his dog were connected in some way. Both bachelors, both quite handsome, and both kept a positive attitude. He tucked the end of Paavo's leash around his belt and began to play. A tune that wasn't too upbeat, or too slow, but a moderate song that went with the flow of the night.
It was nice to receive a few tips from passers; some had stopped to enjoy a bit of his tune and seeing others smile was very much worth the effort of leaving his home for the night.
Until, in the middle of his tune, he was caught off guard and the sound of his trombone was terribly high-pitched as the musician was suddenly tugged at the belt. Paavo had nearly run off, if it weren't for his leash being wrapped around Richard's belt.
"What on Earth- Paavo! Stop it, what're you-"
Before he could finish, Paavo had tugged once again, releasing the leash from Richards belt. Oh no..
Paavo took off, in almost a full sprint, within the crowd and across the street. Richard began to panic, "No! Come back!" It was too late to reach for Paavo's leash, and left Richard no choice but to abandon the case of his instrument quickly as he carried only his trombone in his hand while chasing after his dog.

♦ ℛℯℊiℴn :: West Bay, Main Street.
♦ ℭℴm℘ɑniℴnsℎi℘ :: Paavo! BAD DOG!
♦ ℰnsembℓℯ :: Clothing from work still. (There isn't a whole lot of pictures of this guy, so, bear with me!)

[T1CKL3D]

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𝔭 𝔢 𝔱 𝔢 𝔯 𝔭 𝔞 𝔫
﹙ ｏｆ ｎｅｖｅｒｌａｎｄ ﹚

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God was it good to see her beautiful face again. And in person! He had forgotten that last time they had exchanged so many words and he looked forward to how this conversation was going. Sure, it was a little rough but it was a start towards the right direction. Atlas couldn't let go of the grin from his lips. It never faded as his eyes met Emily's. Those eyes. How many times has he seen those very eyes flooded with tears? They would cloud over with sadness, from frustration of Atlas' ignorance and stubbornness and even at this very moment, they began to cloud over again. What was she thinking about? Was it the time when he was backpacking for two days in the forest by himself and did not bother to tell her because of the spontaneity of it all? Was she thinking of all the times his socks were scattered over the apartment, found in the most unnecessary places? He had noticed the long pause before her response to his question.

She must have been thinking about that last night together. For an entire two weeks, Emily had been reminded Atlas of her parents dropping by for a few hours for a layover. His heart sunk at the thought of meeting the girl of her dreams' parents. From the way she had described her parents, they were not necessarily people he would move heaven and hell to meet. That morning, the two woke up right next to one another. Emily had already been awake, her eyes glued to Atlas', the first thing to see when he would wake up. Those beautiful eyes, so hopeful, so trusting. How could he say no to her? With that and a heavy heart, he kissed his girl goodbye and the two went off on their days, and unknowingly, to their ruin.

It was 11:30am and the family has reservations for noon at a quaint yet classy cafe for lunch. Atlas had tightened his tie, looking at himself in the mirror. He had spent the last hour and a half trying to find the perfect shirt to wear. He had eliminated any short sleeved shirt as a option as they would reveal his tattoos - something he knew Mister Deering would not approve of. He practiced his smile and greeting, repeating "Good afternoon, Mr. Deering! What a pleasure it is meeting you!" over and over, with different tones and pitches of his voice. Never before was he so nervous for anything. Not the first time he met Emily, not the first time they had kissed. This was his greatest anxiety. How do you meet someone who has already formed a tough opinion about you, without even exchanging any words? How do you face the father of the daughter you are dating, knowing you aren't good enough for his little girl?

With wild frustration and panic, Atlas ripped off the tie, throwing it against the wall and ran his fingers through his thick hair, tugging at the ends. He let out an agitated grunt, beginning to unbutton his shirt, and when his fingers were fumbling too long, he just started ripping the shirt apart, buttons falling to the floor, followed by the shirt, soon crumpled into the sad pile other shirts. Atlas, blood boiling and gritting teeth threw on a plain white tee, jeans and shoes and began his way to the backyard to escape. The fresh air instantly calmed him, bringing relief to his frenzied thoughts. He uncovered the tarp covering the large helicopter he had been working on for the past few months and dove into his obsession, choosing to forget about the lunch, about the father, about Emily. All that mattered at the moment was this helicopter and it was nice. Until about 1:30PM did the front door slam shut and Emily returned from lunch.

Needless to say, this was a sensitive time for the both of them. There hasn't been a day where he stopped asking himself why the hell did he not go to the God damn lunch? Maybe that's what she was wondering at this moment?

Once her mouth finally opened, his thoughts were brought back to the present and his smile only widened. He nodded at her small talk but his smile began to fade as he noticed her eyes continue to well up and her voice began to tremble. Suddenly, she turned around and began walking away and his brows furrowed. "Em? ... Em... Emily! " He called after her but to no avail. Without another thought, he went on to follow her, bumping into other residents of West Bay, just trying to enjoy the festival. With a polite apology, he continued to make way to catch up to Emily.

Can't do this? He thought to himself. What couldn't she do? Concern washed over him, worried for her safety and health. He then grew upset himself, unable to handle another episode of Emily storming away from him. Not this time. He wouldn't simply let her go as he did before. When he made his way from the crowd, he saw Emily far ahead, making her way back home. He shook his head in disbelief and began to jog after her. It wasn't long before they made their way through a park and he had noticed a familiar face on the park bench.

"Celeste!" Atlas called, running over to meet her. His eyes were filled with worry and confusion. He was so fortunate to have Celeste in his life, a mutual friend of Atlas and Emily, she has heard both sides of their story, the good, the bad and the ugly of almost every single situation during their time together. "I need your help!" He desperately pleaded with the brunette. At this point he was breathless, mostly from shock and confusion. "Em and I finally talked for the first time in God knows how long and it was great! Until she just took off in the middle of our conversation! What should I do? Celeste, come with me! She went that way!" He spoke so fast, barely able to comprehend himself before grabbing a hold of Celeste's arm and pulling her up onto feet and making his way towards the direction Em was heading. He really had no idea what he would say after they caught up but Celeste was Emily's best friend and she would know what to do... right?

"Emily!"




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“ａｎｄ ｐｅｔｅｒ ｌａｕｇｈｅｄ, ａｎｄ ｗｈｅｎ ｈｅ ｄiｄ, ａｌｌ tｈｅ ｄｅｖｉｌｓ ｇｒiｎｎｅｄ, ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｐｅｔｅｒ'ｓ ｌａｕｇｈ ｗａｓ ａ ｍｏｓｔ ｃｏｎｔａｇｉｏｕｓ ｔｈｉｎｇ.”

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【 Location : FESTIVAL 】xx【 OutFit : KEEPING WARM ! 】xx【 Company : ATLAS > EMILY 】

Celeste was ready to head home. There really wasn’t all that much going on and everyone seemed to be either not here or really busy, which was totally fine by the brunette she had plenty of Café work waiting for her at home. She needed to finish up a bunch of stuff and go through the shop and recheck a couple of things anyways. It was where she spent a lot of her time when she was alone. That shop was really important to her and she wanted to make sure that nothing ever went wrong. Sighing softly she was about to stand up when Atlas came running up to her. She could see the panic on his face and was about to ask what was wrong when he mentioned Emily and that was enough for her to know what was going on. The two of them had a really complicated relationships and somehow Celeste had found herself dragged right into the middle of it. Where she even stood at this point was totally behind her. "I’m sure that she’s fine. We’ll go and find her." She said as he pulled her to her feet and she followed after him to and find Emily, one of her very best friends.

Things were kind of weird and complicated, because Celeste had thought the two of them were done with each other, but in reality they still held deep feelings for each other. See the brunette kind of had a very tiny little thing for Atlas. He was fun and adventurous, attractive and really smart. It wasn’t a huge thing, it was small and complicated and she honestly wasn’t even really sure what it meant. She’d been about to tell Emily and see what she thought when her friend expressed that she still liked the guy and so Celeste had stopped it right there. She shoved down what she really thought and listened to her friend, because that was who she was. She knew Emily really struggled with what was going on and Celeste wasn’t the kind of person to really complicate things more, so she kept how she felt to herself and that was that. They were both her friends and she’d be there to help them figure out whatever was going on the best that she possibly could. Relationship advice wasn’t really something Celeste was that great at giving, mainly because she hadn’t really been in that many herself. After a moment she finally caught up with Atlas and grabbed his arm pulling him to a stop. "Wow cowboy slow down a bit and just stop." She said a little breathlessly. "Let me find her and talk to her, alright. Give her a second to calm down. Just wait here." She said patting his arm before she started through the crowd again to catch up to Emily.

It took a couple of seconds, but finally she caught up to her blonde friend. "Hey, Em! Where are you off to in such a hurry?" She asked her friend, as she fell into step next to her. Celeste glanced over and noticed the look on her face and inwardly sighed. She hated to see her friend so torn up over something like this. It was pretty obvious that the two of them really belonged together. The way they felt about each other. You could see it in their eyes every time they looked or spoke about each other. "I can make you some fresh coffee and something warm to eat and we can talk about it if you want too." She said, not sure if Emily really wanted to talk about it or not, but she would do anything she could to help her friend feel better. Celeste didn’t really know what she was going through, but she did what she could to sympathize with her. "The shop is empty, so I can make you whatever you feel like having!" She said with a smile and nudged her friend lightly.

OOC : Sorry, it's a bit lame. ): ]

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[SatansBltch]

It was finally time to close up her shop, she had sold some art and was pleased with the turnout of the crowd. As she was placing the sign up, she also placed a bowl beside it for payment. May trusted the people in town to pay for what they want, but then again, that was a lot of trust to put into a stranger. She started to hum a tune then closed her eyes and smiled as she heard a familiar sound of a trombone in the distance. It's melody enticing her body, she felt Pennie lay her head on her leg and looked down towards her companion. Yes Pennie, let's go for a walk. She answered, it was strange. Like she was connected and at one with her dog, like she knew what she was saying.

Picking up the leash, May traveled toward the sound of the trombone player then stopped and laughed as a horrendous sound burst from the instrument followed by a faint holler. Confused, she continued walking in the same direction only to be greeted with another dog, another dalmatian! Pennie tugged against her leash and tried running towards the newcomer only to succeed and bound towards the oncoming dalmatian. Pennie no! She called out as several people looked in her direction, possibly confused by her Britsh accent. She didn't care, her dog and someone else's dog was loose! Sprinting after Pennie, May was happy enough when Pennie stopped at the other, long enough for May to grab both leashes and crouch down to meet eye level with them. Pennie you naughty dog, you know better than that. She scolded then looked at the other, your mummy or daddy might be worried sick about you, you know. Sighing, she stood up and looked around. Surly the owner was here at the festival.

She had a leash in each hand, wrapped around her hands to keep them from running off as she traveled in the direction the new dalmatian had come from. Suddenly, Pennie freaked again and took off running and they had somehow ended up by the pond. Oh no. Pennie! Pennie no! She called out and as Pennie began to stop, May couldn't. Splash! Into the pond. Oh no! My clothes!


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ooc: I had remembered we said 'like the movie' when I was almost done with the post, so I added that bit in. Also, I didn't feel right controlling Paavo in the defeat of the pond~ c:

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He could see through a gap in the crowd that his dog had united with another, and a.. Lady? Paavo never was usually this excited around other animals.. Perhaps Paavo had never come across his own breed. Richard continued to push through the crowd and grunted under his breath, "Paavo, you- .. You-!"
He was thankful that the other had taken hold of his leash, but it wasn't long before his dog had tagged along with the other in a playful sprint off across the streets. The two energetic dogs nearly dragged the lady along, and Richard's eyes went wide with worry. Great.. He'd have to be paying for someones hospital bill soon.
The dogs sprinted towards the lakeside, and from the distance, Richard could see the lady lose footing and topple over into the water.

"Oh-! Oh my.. Miss, are you alright?" Richard had quickly calmed his dog (one extremely irated expression was enough for Paavo to know he was in trouble), then stepped into the lake water to help the lady to her feet. He didn't even care about soaking his shoes and slacks, but he only hoped she was alright. "I'm terribly sorry about all this! Paavo, I have no idea what's gotten into him!" Richard stammered in his apology, and held out his hand to help the other out of the water.



{ ooc:: No don't worry! You're welcome to control Paavo as you wish. biggrin }