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 Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2016 5:58 pm
Enough time had passed since the Great Bird s**t-Storm (as Misha privately tried her best to think of it) that the other Chosen had started to venture back out to their regular lives. The campus had become slightly more empty, off and on, as people came and went. Misha herself had returned to her small apartment back in Philadelphia to gather another suitcase or two, spend some time with her parents, and check her work schedule at the boutique. She had also picked up a stack of letters from the paper that needed to be answered and a few flyers for upcoming show auditions. She hadn't stayed long, though. She felt uncomfortably out of place there and that frayed her sunny temper. She was never out of place. Never. It was part of her nature to just take the stage and go with it. It will pass, she told herself. It would just take some time and then the groove would be back. In the meantime, she had plenty on her plate to keep her busy. Some of which were those letters, in fact, and how she ended up sitting on one of the convenient rocks surrounding the bonfire pit. A small, cheery fire was crackling - freshly lit as the sun had finally started to sink towards the horizon. She had thought she would work on the letters and responses, sitting out in the open, enjoying the natural beauty of Prytaneum. Instead, the letters all sat in the folder beside her and she was leaning forward, elbows on her bare knees, as she watched the flames dance. A small, distracted smile played over her lips. The scent of wood smoke drifted on the breeze. She began to hum softly, just beneath her breath. The tune barely had time to solidify before it drifted to something else. WC: 306
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 3:17 pm
Things seemed to be settling down. Whether that was from people recovering and falling back into the usual groove of daily routine, or the fast that the compound seemed to be a fair bit emptier than usual, Edward wasn't sure. Possibly a little of both. The former would have been better, the latter just made him bored. There were only so many people here that he'd gotten even remotely close with, and half of them were exploring their new found freedom to travel. Maybe it was time he went out of his way to actually talk to his fellow chosen, rather than simply sitting content behind his personal walls. It was this thinking that drove him out of the dorms and towards the fire pit that had been a gathering point in those first few days, but it was significantly less crowded now. In fact, there was only one person sitting beside the merrily crackling fire. An unfamiliar woman with dark hair. Probably not an Ares, since he could at least identify most of them on sight. For a moment he thought about just heading back, but the moment passed, and he found himself sinking down on the stone resting beside her's, mimicking her posture. "Sitting out here all on your own. You might either really enjoy your privacy, or somethings resting heavy on your mind."
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 10:41 pm
"Hm?" Misha started a bit at the question, surprised by the sudden company. As she turned to look at the tall, pale-haired man, she decided that it was a very pleasant surprise indeed and she offered him a star-bright smile. "Me? Something heavy on my mind? Nope, it's just fluff up there." Then she straightened so she could better twist and look at her new company. With absent ease, she brought one leg up to tuck under the other. There was a hint of laughter in her smile; it was clear her answer was just as much fluff as she claimed her head was filled with. "I spent the day back home," she explained. "Well, the old home, I suppose. So we'll say I'm recalibrating." A small, delicate hand was offered. "I'm Misha. Misha Durand... And I don't mind some privacy invasion if you want to sit and enjoy the fire with me." WC: 459
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 2:41 pm
Edward's gaze flicked up, lingering on the woman's hair and brow line. "Just fluff, are you sure?" He sounded fairly amused. "I bet there's more up there than that." She seemed like a bright. He could have been wrong, of course, first impressions weren't always accurate, but there was an intelligent light in her eyes. He nodded as she explained her trip back home. A lot of the chosen were doing that, himself excluded. It wasn't that he didn't want to, it was just that so much had happened over the last couple of weeks, and he just didn't feel up to it quite yet. A few days to decompress after the affair in the Alps, then he'd consider it. Just not before then. Too many emotions to consider at the moment for it to be a good idea, at least for him. She offered a hand, and he took it, giving a careful, though firm squeeze as he gave a shake in greeting. If she was here, she wasn't some delicate flower. He didn't have to worry about hurting those lovely fingers. "Nice to meet you, Misha. I'm Edward Hughes." His smile brightened. "And I certainly don't mind keeping you company."
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 10:25 pm
"Just the answer I was hoping for." Misha matched his smile and upped the amperage a few notches. She liked the sideways compliment on her intelligence as well as the firmness of his handshake. Plus, in all honesty, he was very easy on the eyes. As he released her hand, she motioned to the spot beside her. "Make yourself comfy and are you strictly an Edward or do you accept Ed? Gentleman's choice, of course." She lifted one shoulder in a delicate shrug. "Misha is short for Mishael," she explained by way of elaboration, "so I'm all about nicknames but not everyone is. I like to check." WC: 564
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 3:50 pm
Grin lingering, he took the offered seat, leaning back so his hands rested on the edge of the rock. The picture of comfortable laziness in that moment, and not half as grumpy as he usually looked. Perhaps his mood improved as the sun went down. Actually, given his previous employment, that could very well have been true. Adjusting from working nights into being an early riser hadn't been, and still wasn't, easy. "Edward, Ed, whatever you want." He didn't care either way. In his experience, people tended to call him what they wanted anyways, so having no preference tended to work out better for him. "Where is that from?" he asked curiously, head tipping in her direction. "Your full name."
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 7:39 pm
"Mishael?" She repeated her name, lingering a bit over it in a mixture of amusement and fondness. "My mother picked it out even though it was a bit out of the norm for her family. I think Nan and Pap probably swallowed their tongues over it." She laughed, face bright with the imagined apoplectic fits. Then she adjusted her posture a bit with a squirm and a lean until she was braced one one arm and angled to better face Edward. "It's Hebrew. For who is like God." Misha tilted her head a bit and her dark hair slipped down over her shoulder in a heavy dark waves. The corner of her mouth quirked up, slightly wicked. "Guess she had high hopes for me."
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 2:38 pm
The corners of Edward's lips twitched up in amusement, eyes crinkling slightly. "I guess you've got a lot to live up to, then." He wasn't sure what his own name meant, only that it originated somewhere in Europe. Name origins hadn't really ever been something he'd taken a great interest in. Of course, it wasn't as though he ran into many people(at least previously. It seemed there were unique names abound here) with curious names, and fewer still he had any interest in getting to know. Misha, however, was proving to be a delight. Small talk wasn't something he was usually good at, or bothered with, but he'd use it if only to get to know the lovely dark haired woman better. "I take it you're not Hebrew." It wasn't likely, not if the name wasn't normal for the family.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 3:41 pm
"Nope, not a bit, really. Lebanese and French but all over American and I'm doing my best to live up to whatever I promise." The way she said it hinted at some sort of slightly risque joke even though there was not the least bit of objectionable content in her choice of words. It just seemed to be her way... Especially when egged on, however subtly, by attractive strangers. Then again, Misha reasoned, she knew his name now and he knew hers so they were no longer, strictly speaking, strangers. With that in mind, she leaned back and twisted just a bit more so she could really take time and inspect her new company. Very fair, quite handsome, another one of those somewhat stern faces that seemed to appear frequently around Prytaneum... But he had a cute little sort-of smile. Then her eyes traveled down to his hands because hands were always important as well and she noticed the unusual tattoos on his forearms. "Oh!" Sitting upright, Misha thoughtlessly leaned into his personal space to see better in the firelight. "Are those tattoos?" WC: 871
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 11:08 am
"Well that's good." Another almost-smile. It was all just banter, good-natured and light. An easy way to break the ice, to get a little basic background information, a quick read of someone new. Ed had never been all that good at it, but every so often he'd meet someone that made it easier. Misha was like that. Out-going enough to compensate for the bouncer's less than social attitude. He blinked as her attention shifted rather suddenly downward, and there was a puzzled moment of arched brows before he realized what had caught her attention. "Oh, yeah." Chuckling under his breath, he brought an arm up so she could get a better look. Or as good a look as she was going to get in the wavering light of the fire they were sitting beside.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 11:37 pm
Without any hesitation, Misha wriggled closer and reached out to take hold of Edward's arm. Her hands were warm against his skin, much warmer than the fire could possibly account for. She peered at the ombre black-work for long moments, a smile curving her lips. The fact that he had freely offered himself up pleased her to no end; Misha Durand thrived on tactile stimulation and the smaller the personal bubble, the better in her mind. Besides what red-blooded heterosexual girl could object to getting a closer look at a very nice forearm? The more she considered him, the more she figured he had to do something physical for a living. She would have to ask about that. But first, the tattoos! One of her hands moved to hold his wrist and the other lightly traced a line down from the darker portion to the lighter portion. Her finger ended just over the inside of his wrist, almost tickling at his pulse. "I've never seen ones like this before," she said. "They're really neat. Did they hurt?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2016 9:54 am
The warmth of her fingers against his arm was unexpected, and it drew a wash of goosebumps along the length of his arms, up along his shoulders. He chuckled, self consciously, but didn't say anything as she looked over the dark ink work that ran up his forearm. Her fingertips tracing softly along his wrist insured the goosebumps lingered, and he found himself lifting pale ups from the small movements against his skin, and lingering on her face. Watching her as she took her time examining his arm. Until she asked him if it had hurt. "A bit, worst at the wrists, for obvious reasons." Not enough to dissaude him from doing the other arm, though. "Do you have any tattoos?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2016 10:15 am
She looked up and met his eyes suddenly. They were close enough for the firelight to play merry havoc with shadows over their faces and show in flickering gleams in their eyes. It made it easy, as well, to pick up the bright interest in Misha's light grey gaze. Her fingers lingered on his wrist, now circling casually and unthinkingly. It was just an easy sort of touch by a very tactile woman, no longer any teasing or tickling. "I bet. All of the bone there." Then she shook her head. "No tattoos yet. I can't decide if I want one and if I do why. They're pretty forever and I change my mind a lot. Plus photographers aren't really hot for them when you do any kind of modeling work. It takes extra make-up to cover them."
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 4:09 pm
She looked up, eyes meeting, and Edward blinked, head pulling back a fraction of an inch, her catching him watching her ad startled him. Which, it sort of had, but more because he hadn't realized he'd been watching her so intently. A little too focused on the soft warmth of her fingers where they lingered on his wrist. He nodded, perhaps a half second on the slower side, when she answered, and finally tore husky blue eyes from her face, looking down at her hand on his arm. "That makes sense. A lot of extra work for them, even if they went with photoshop to cover them up."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2016 12:18 am
"And Photoshop is a pain in the neck." Misha bit back a broad smile at his reaction as she drew her hand slowly from his wrist. She brought her hand to join with her other one, tangled loosely together and dangling between her spread and bent knees. They remained close enough, though, that she could feel his body heat in contrast to the fire. "Or so I hear. I caught hell when one photographer forgot to have me take out the stud in my nose." "So..." She eyed him speculatively, the smile tugging at her generous lips again. "Any other tattoos that you feel like sharing?"
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