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 Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 9:30 pm
 Zus placed his hand on top of Ayil's head and brushed her hair softly before kissing her cheek once again. "I never knew my parents, I was told by the other's on the street that I had been left on the doorstep of some church and they never let me in." Zus' mind reverted back to his past, he remembered the way it felt, to go days on just tomatoes and other food that they found on the road and in dumpsters. He was rather glad to be gone of Paris really, he didn't care for this place, and he didn't want it growing on him. Not that he knew it or not but Ayil was growing on him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 9:47 pm
Ayil smiled meekly, "Then who named you?" She asked curiously, who taught him all he knew, who had taken care of him as an infant? Ayil's hands softly felt for one of his. "You don't like your first name, so if you have no parents, no one will be mad if you change it, will they? My middle name is Catherine, it was my grandmother's name." Ayil said, she was impartial to the name, didn't like it nor dislike it. She liked her first name, though, she had never met another Ayil.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 9:58 pm
"It's not that I don't like it, I just prefer Zus; I was named by the militia leader, Alexi was the name that was on the note in the cradle, and Parker was the name they called all the guerrillas. Zus was my choice, when I was older." Zus looked down a bit, his mind was filled with the thoughts of all the times that he had to do things that he used to hate. Now he was familiar with all those kinds of things and kind of liked most of them.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 10:36 pm
Ayil nuzzled her head on his shoulder, "Why did you pick Zus?" She asked, her curiosity much like that of a young kitten's. Instead of asking about his past, Ayil would rather focus on things that made him him, like his name, and what he liked to do, and things like that. Ayil should have known life wasn't made of dreams and hopes, and voided any thoughts of an actual love with Zus, but the whimsical side of her just couldn't.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 10:50 pm
His head now resting softly on top of Ayil's head Zus' thumb began to massage her palm softly. What was he doing, that's what lovers and romantics did, not murders and drug dealers. "I was apart of a group of kids that called themselves the little Bielskis, when I asked why, they told me that Zus, or Alexander Zeisal, was one of the leaders of Partisans in world war II, I liked the name so." His voice was steady for once, but it sometimes had that same purr through out it. He was still rather new to speaking English fluently so of course his Accent made him sound like he was saying something else sometimes.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 11:22 pm
Ayil smiled, "I like it, too." She said, her voice sweet enough to give someone diabetes. It had only been a few days since they had met but Ayil was extremely attached, despite what her sister said. "What do you like to do? Ayil asked, thinking about adding in a besides have sex, but refrained. Even if she had had to drag him to the tomato festival, it was nice being there with him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 11:34 pm
"I kind of helped the Guerrilla's how ever I could until I was fifteen when I found a steady income in trade, and started to see the rest of France." This was a skewed truth, Zus had done horrible things in his life time and by trade he meant selling drugs. He didn't want to tell her that though. Why, something was wrong with him. Something deep down inside of him was making him grow attached to Ayil. He didn't pay attention to that though, his hand gently caressed Ayil's palm before he kissed her once again softly and closed his eyes. Now he could not see like Ayil could not see, He tried to paint the picture of beauty in his head. He could only remember her soft red hair... and he unmentionables. Wow... he was really picking up this girl's features quickly he thought softly.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 11:43 pm
Ayil nodded slightly. Ayil didn't know what it would be like to live on the streets, nor did she have the intention of ever finding out. Ayil kissed him back tenderly, her fingers intertwined with his as she wondered what he would look like. Like if his eyes were like grass, like Anya said hers were, or like dirt paths, or maybe like water. Ayil didn't understand colors, most blind people didn't, but Anya had put colors to things Ayil could touch and feel that were of the same color, to give her a feeling. Her crimson hair caught in a breeze and nearly drowned her before she got a hold of it again, having to pull away from Zus slightly. Anya had made a point of telling Ayil that use her, and devour her soul slowly, and leave her withered and dead on the inside. Ayil refused to believe her older sister, who carried jaded perceptions of everything. "Do you like faerie tales?" She asked, curiously, trying to gauge her luck of romance, which she felt iffy about, maybe because of Anya's influence. She was trying to keep slight hope out of her voice, and had possibly failed slightly. Was it wrong for a woman to fall for the first man she came across? Ayil was sure school girls did it all the time. Could Ayil pretend to be a pretty school girl that swooned whenever Zus spoke? She'd gladly pretend.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 11:27 pm
Clearing her throat obnoxiously loudly, she waited for the romance to occur! “Ahem!”
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 2:39 pm
 xxxBelaxxANDxxGemmaxxx
Abusive bastards, of course. Connor, Clark and possibly a whole lot of them she didn't know about. Bela, on the other hand, was plenty comfortable with her a*****e, instead. Alice could play around with her romantic all she wanted, the Queen B was not interested. After letting out a long sigh, she let her eyes wander among the crowd for the one-eyed woman. Alice wasn't here yet, huh. Maybe she'd gotten it in with the frenchman last night? Really, when were they not flirting and passing little looks? Bela honestly wondered what it was about romantic softies that appealed to her best friend, but after she actually took a moment to think about it... well, it was really a no brainer.
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Gemma tilted her head curiously, hearing about how she was... whispering. Well, maybe she liked to whisper! She wasn't the kind to like scrutiny and attention got her just that, if all fallen idols' downfall had anything to say about it. "Ah, yes. I understand now." Gemma nodded in agreement, but she wasn't sure how to really deal with that. She had never been loud in her whole life, except maybe when she cheered for Matt back in high school from the bleachers... but, that was clearly not the way this woman implied. Not in the slightest.
However, she beamed happily once her name was addressed. Especially so, by someone so pretty and lively as Leila! "Hmm, I can't decide." Gemma answered after a moment to think, "I do like honey, though... so, how about something like that?" she asked, her right index finger tapping thoughtfully on her cheek. Honey was goood... and even Pooh Bear could agree with that!
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 5:47 pm
  __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ - Alice 'Madame Mia' Ladd & Camelia 'Cam' Grey - __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Alice really should've just fired Keith right there. Instead she was joining the Tomato Festival with her best friend... and her a** of an employee. Really, if they had only asked she would've agreed. Okay not really. The woman tended to come to this festival incognito. Why? It just seemed funner that way. But no, Keith had to steal her eye patch. Mysteriously disappeared her a**. She was about to kill the boy... but to be honest she couldn't... That meant leaving her room and hell no.
Well the point was, she was here. If mutiny came up it'd be her throwing tomatoes at Keith. The woman shrugged at the thought and came to the festival grounds, looking through the crowd until she spotted a certain blond and a certain idiot. "Yes he is" agreed Alice, hearing the freak comment, as she made her way to the two.Another festival was here~ This one pretty much got her interest. Cam would've taken Lucas with her, but he was too busy taking care of a depressed Blaire. She kind of felt for the girl, but she didn't want to get involved in that. So instead the young woman was here on her own, remembering what her cousin said about this festival. She needed to find a team right?
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 6:21 pm
"I never read them as a child, but I did read a lot of stories when I was older. I do enjoy to read some fables from France, though French Fables and Fairy tales were always bitter sweet... I do not know anything about English stories sadly." Zus said softly, his mind tried to remember the stories had read, the Fox and the Raven, the Oven and the Lion. None of them were soft, they were saddening and not something most children enjoyed, but Zus had when he had read them. His black muscle shirt smelt of coffee and now, do to the disgusting smell int he air, tomatoes... ew.
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 7:03 pm
Ayil listened, "Anya used to read to me. If she ever decides to like you, maybe she'll give you her book. I like the feel of the pages." She said, but the likeliness of Anya every coming around to Zus was very slim. But maybe one day. But Ayil could only hear Anya propositioning Zus with How do you feel about twins? Ayil would hate that. It would possibly be a trap, knowing Anya, if he said yes she'd be very likely to kick Zus out of the house, with or without Ayil's knowledge. Or Anya would jump his bones, Ayil would be crushed... Either was tragic, in Ayil's opinion. Ayil loved the smell of his shirt, probably because if someone tried to wake up Ayil without coffee they were probably going to fail- terribly. And get splashed with the water she kept by her bed. Ayil smelled lovely, for some odd reason, the tomatoes didn't seem to push the flowery smell out of her hair. "How old are you? When is your birthday?" Ayil asked, running out of things to ask. "Also... can we leave before the fight because I don't want stains that I can't see, because then I can't get them out...."
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 7:12 pm
Zus listened to her words, he was rather glad she asked to leave. "Of course, I personally would like to go before it began, maybe go back to the house, I heard it's going to rain all day... so If you'd like I can cook us up something to eat." He said softly, he was really just using this as another chance to get her happy enough to let him into her again. God, to think he ever doubted the possibility of finding someone who was as addicted to Zus as he himself was. He never would of guessed it really.
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