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 Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 1:33 am
(( I understand IAC. It's Innocence And Cuteness. But UAP? You got me there... )) Lysander made that 'tsk' sound when the quiet one said that they didn't know where they were going, and looked away, intending to just go back in his corner. Then Mort decided to rape everyone's ears with sound. Lysander didn't jump, or even ball up, instead he turned his head awkwardly, like it would somehow work. When the rape ended, Lysander actually shuddered. He looked at Mort, indescribable look in his eye. Then he talked, which prompted Lysander to respond.
"Obviously."
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 7:06 am
((U.A.P. is for Uptight And Proper. Heheh. I'm an evil b***h, coming up with something so hard to figure out. XD))
Anna cringed at the sound of the instrument. It reminded her slightly of herself when she was trying to learn flute. Eventually she had gotten the hang of it, but for the first few months or so she had sounded like that. "Y'know...normally I would tell corner-boy off, but I kind of agree with him. Next time, don't blow so hard, and the note will be a little lower. And not as similar to a shrieking eel."
((Note: She's referring to The Princess Bride.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 11:28 pm
((I'm really sorry that I haven't been able to get on for the past couple of days. I have a very important presentation that has to be done Thursday. So finishing has become my top priority. I promise to make more of an answer to get online.))
It amused Ainsley that she would never have thought about cleaning the mouthpiece before someone played it. She was so used to hanging around with friends that it did not matter if they shared drinks. Afterward, of course, she would have, but not before. She watched as the young boy placed the instrument to his lips.
The sound produced was entirely the opposite she had expected. The school girl winced visibly, her face contorting into pain for a few moments. Ainsley gave the boy a soft smile and nodded, "And it was a good thing you managed to get a sound out. You were close to the proper embouchure on your first try."
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 11:54 pm
Sasha brushed her lips against Yoh's neck as she pulled away from him, walking around to stand in front of him. She gave him a small smirk, and settling into a pose that flaunted all of her assets. "Baby, tell me, Steven was my friend," she put on a pouty lip. "Was he hurt or not?" In all honestly, Sasha didn't actually believe that he was actually killed, but it was a wonderful excuse to talk to Yoh. As she looked him over, her eyes with a smoky haze, she wondered if he was a virgin. Either way, it was fine. She bet he was big. And wonderful. As her thoughts strayed, she licked her lips slowly, bringing her plumb red (lipstick) lips to everyone's attention.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 2:45 am
Aya had barely flinched when the sound was produced. She had heard it so many times before, when her friends had tried to play it, that she had grown used to it. "Anna is right. Try to not blow so hard," Aya said. She had noticed the reference to Princess Bride, but now was not the time to get off topic.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 6:40 pm
Mort grinned in an embarrassed way and nervously handed back the ocarina. Still smiling nervously, he tried to dig himself into the seat by his shoulder blades.
(Small post, sorry)
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 8:00 pm
Ainsley gave him an encouraging smile, "Don't just give up now, you'll never learn that way." Though she was desperate to try the instrument herself, she instead was making plans to ask to practice after they went to bed. Ainsley sneaked out on a regular basis, so if she had Aya's permission to borrow the ocarina, she could probably easily find a place away from everyone else.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 8:31 pm
Lysander's eyes flicked from place to place while the rest of them discussed, squinting his eyes at the little one. Then, he heard the other one speak. And said something he actually agreed with.
"Surprisingly enough, I actually agree. If you want to do well at something, keep doing it until your the best."
Lysander shifted Nyx and propped his legs up again. He took out a large coin and began playing with it, doing a knuckle roll.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 1:46 am
Ainsley turned to nod at Lysander, a silent gesture of gratitude. But in the few seconds it took, he had already began to fiddle with some other toy. Mentally, shrugging, she wondered if he was ADD. Watching the coin roll over his knuckles, she said softly, "You're very dexterous. Is that from playing your..." she paused for a moment, studying the case to be sure, "bass guitar? Or are you just ADD enough you had to learn it to entertain yourself on long car rides?" Her tone was playful, and not mocking at all. She wanted to get him into the conversation other than occasional interjections.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 7:11 am
Lysander paused in his knuckle roll. Could he have ADD? He thought then shook his head.
"I doubt I have ADD. Then again, I've never been tested. While I get easily distracted when I'm bored, when I'm actually focusing on something I can't focus on anything else. I just picked up these little habits since I was a kid. You can learn a lot from con men. And not just conning either. And you're right, it's a bass."
Lysander started up his knuckle roll again, staring out the window. He watched as they went through the neighborhoods, with kids gawking at the limo and adults scratching their heads. Lysander shook his head and turned away from the window.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 12:17 pm
Embarrassed, Yoh shrugged away from Sasha's touch. "Um...yeah. He was bleeding. A lot." Sasha made him feel uncomfortable. The obvious way she was trying to seduce him made him feel like she didn't quite realize they were surrounded by people. And people like that, especially women, didn't mesh well with him.
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Anna clapped quietly when Lysander was done talking. "Congratulations. That's more than you've said this entire car ride." It was a little mean, she knew that, but kindness was not exactly her forte, and pissiness was the alternative. Also, it was that time of month. And hers hurt like the dickens.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 2:34 pm
Dakota looked up when she acutally heard Samuel call her name. He had said it about five times now but she hadn't really been paying much attention to him. But she knew she had to explain his job to him, she had kept it from getting to him because she wanted it to be a supprise.
She looked up in his face and instantly regretted it. She bit her tounge so she wouldn't scream names at him. It wasn't like she didn't like him...its just that he shared similarities with someone who had been close to her. She would have to ask Mr. Big Shot about something after everyone was in bed. Either way she took in a deep breath to tell him what it was that he was supposed to do.
"Samuel. I am sorry that you haven't been infromed of your job yet and that is why you are here. And I also know that this is kind of short notice. But I wanted to see how well you would do with the others before letting you know what it was that you are going to be doing when our guests arive. You are going to be the one training them...more so to fight and defend than anything but you are their trainer."
Samuel tilted his head to the right. He was going to ask if she was alright but she had started talking already. He waited till she was finished to speak. "So I'm training the guests to fight and defend? What kind of thing did I sign myself into." He smiled and heard her sharp intake of breath. "Did I say something wrong?" She shook her head and told him that he could leave but something seemed to be bothering her. Samuel just shrugged and left Dakota to whatever miseries she had.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 5:31 pm
Lysander paused in his knuckle roll again, this time more or less glaring at the small one. The words she said could have been taken as a genuine compliment, but Lysander knew better. Two things tipped him off: A. She had already shown him her general outward personality, which was that of a pissy child. B. Her tone was literally dripping in sarcasm. Lysander used it enough himself, so he ought to recognize it. So, smiling while he did it, he spoke back to her.
"Congratulations. You actually managed to speak without blushing in front of the Brit."
Lysander then turned to him, actually acknowledging him.
"Then again, I'm only assuming you're a Brit from your accent. For all I know you could Portuguese."
Lysander then drew himself back in his corner. He felt what he had done was enough.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 6:13 pm
Mort was stunned, he had thought that his accent was quite convincing, but this guy saw straight through to what he was.
"I-I-It's not that obvious is it?" He asked as he nervously shifted in his seat and pulled his hat down over his eyes. "Oh oh oh...this is not good..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 6:28 pm
Lysander rolled his eyes at the Brit. Great.
"Look, it's not a bad thing or anything. Besides, my power of deduction isn't exactly the worst."
Lysander shook his head.
"Look, I don't care if you're a Brit, Jap, black, white, green, whatever. As long as you're not being a pissy little brat..."
Lysander then shot a glance to the little one before looking back at the Brit.
"... you're fine in my book."
Then, Lysander stopped. He... he was being nice. That never happened, he started looking around, wondering if there were drugs in the air. Was the driver smoking a peace pipe?
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