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 Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 2:12 pm
Aimee
Aimee seriously considered Vincent's offer. She regretfully shook her head. She sat up from her highly relaxed slouch; seeing him sit there, between her legs gave Aimee a little jolt of pleasure up her spine. A sudden flush crept up her cheeks.
"Unfortunately, I don't have time. I still have to do a s**t load of homework, my laundry and that pile of of dishes in the sink is starting to give me looks. Rain check?"
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 5:22 pm
 XXXC A N D YxLynnxH O P P E R
-----------------»I got birds in my ears, And a devil on my shoulder
-------------» And a phone to the other, And I can't get a hold of her
-----------------» And what's a crush to do? And what's a crush to do when he can't get through?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
// sorry for being gone so long >:[ //
Candy's mustang;; vroom
Candy drummed her fingers on the steering wheel impatiently as Colette got into the car slowly. She turned the key and listened to the purring of the engine as she waited. Her eyes slid over the the girl as she ran her hands over the white interior.
"Just you wait until you get to feel her go."
She said with a grin, her blue eyes flashing as she revved the engine slightly.
"As for the year, its a nineteen ninety four. Your going to be impressed with how far they have gone, especially if you haven't ridden in one since the twenties."
She grabbed some sunglasses; rather large zebrasun glasses and grinned as she put in the clutch and shifted, her tires squealing as she pulled out into traffic, without really looking, the sound of honking behind her as she weaved through cars. She couldn't exactly go fast until they hit the more rural areas of the city.
Glancing over at her she smirked, rather largely as she slowed down a bit, coming to a stop for a stop light and reached up, turning on her GPS and hit the address book on it, hitting one that was labled "Ricky" It popped up the route as she moved down to the radio and clicked the power button, going through her six disk cd changer as she waited for the light to change. She turned it to the disk she was looking for, though she kept the music down a bit, hardly able to hear the lyrics to Not Good Enough For Truth Or Cliche, though she hummed with it as it started. She shot through the light once it turned, and glanced over.
"So. Tell me about your past masters Colette. How long have you been around?"
She asked, once more drumming her fingers on the steering wheel.
 
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 5:30 pm
Seth
"It all sounds familiar, well the club, Velvet Black Roses. Its down town. Give me a chance to take the bike out." The one thing that he had splurged on and made him stand out, whenever he rode the thing was his motorcycle. He grabbed her hand and pulled her from the room after grabbing two leather jackets. He had his and had bought a girl's jacket if he ever go a date to anything since his only form of viable transportation was the bike.
"You might not need this seeing as your a demon, but here." He draped the leather jacket over her. It was a little big and lead her along to the back of the dorm, out a back door and onto a side walk. There was covered form, and with a yank the cover slid off in one movement.
"The only thing I am proud, of the only thing that makes stand out, I never get to ride it, but tonight is one of those chances." He straddled the massive bike and kicked it to life. It was a new bike, but he had specifically asked for a kick start. The beast roared to life, the noise just short of deafening. The state they were in didn't require helmets and he tied his hair into a ponytail and then wrapped a bandanna around his forehead donning a pair of sunglasses.
"Let's ride, we can kill some time just cruising." Seth was clearly excited about riding his bike.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 5:46 pm
Vincent
Vincent sat back on his haunches and looked around. It wasn't as messy as she claimed, but the pile of dishes were mountainous. With a wave of his hand water flowed from the faucet, engulfed the dishes and rose into the air. A sponge was sucking into the now floating and steaming water. It scrubbed them clean in a matter of seconds and then set the dished down to dry on the rack. The water gently fell into the sink and drained.
"Well that takes care of the dishes. I'll do your laundry, step out after wards to take care of business and come back for that rain check." He got up and stepped into her room. It sorta looked like a miniature of a city after he had passed through. He collected the discarded pieces of clothing quickly and the same process began again, this time though he exerted more power and sucked the water off each fiber of each thread of each clothing. He was done in ten minutes.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 7:04 pm
Libby
Being manhandled by a mere human was not her cup of tea but Libby went along with it as Seth seemed fairly excited about something. He put a pretty rad jacket over her and continued his tugging and pulling of her arm until they were out in the back of the male dorm building. She listened to his gushing half-heartedly as she was still mesmerized by the motorcycle. It was absolutely delicious! The noise of its kick start awoke her from her reverie and she looked up in time to see Seth donning a tacky headband, followed by an even tackier pair of sunglasses. The only cool thing, besides the bike, was that ponytail.
"Are you kidding me?" Libby asked, taking away the bandanna, ruffling his bangs in the process as well as removing the sunglasses. "I know you're excited but you will not be wearing these things. What is this, the movies?" That did not stop the demon from forcing the sunglasses into her corset and placing the rag in her back pocket. "You'll get them later and yes, I suppose we could ride around a bit before hitting the club."
Libby straddled the bike behind her Master and wrapped her arms around his chest. He could be mad about her confiscation of his items but that will just in her mashing them into the ground. He did not need them to be cool. He was cool already. It was just to own that part of himself now.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 7:32 pm
Seth
Seth actually didn't protest, he just acted and reached back plucking the sunglasses from her corset. "No I use these to keep the dust out of my eyes at speed." He put them on and then the bike gave a throaty roar and the front wheel lifted as the flew forward. He leaned forward and the wheel slammed into the pavement, a sharp banking brought then onto the main sidewalk, it was clear and he gunned the engine and they hopped off the side walk and onto the asphalt. The air was warm, but cool as it whipped past them. He cruised the main drag, passing a cool blue mustang with a Saleen sticker on the front windshield. Seth pulled even and then hit the throttle hard lifting the front wheel again as they flew past the car.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 7:41 pm
Colette
[Sexy ride...]
"No, I mean what is the year? You know, date? I want to know how long I have been away."
Despite her mild anger, Colette couldn't help but snuggle back into the soft leather seats. Beneath her feet, she could feel the engine purring; she didn't know much about automobiles, but she could tell this one was tuned to perfection and tuned with sincere, unadulterated love. Out the window, the demoness could see the city rushing by in a blur.
She didn't so much as know what city she was in, much less how it had developed since she'd last been in the world. Where are we at? What city? What country? Clearly not a french speaking one; and from her accent, probably not a European one...What continent are we on? Her thoughts were scattered and shelved when Candy flipped on her music; Colette cocked her ear to the quiet strains, trying to gauge the new pervades of the society at hand from the lyrics. Dimly she recognized that her mistress had asked her a question.
"Trop longtemps...eh, by who's standards? Mine or yours? We are immortal, or near enough to it. I was sowing death and plagues before your Holy Bible was even considered of being drafted. I've only been locked away in those earrings of yours since the nineteenth century or so."
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 7:45 pm
Aimee
Aimee hardly even acknowledged Vincent's words, she was so enraptured by the act of the dishes cleaning themselves; it might as well have been a miracle, if she didn't already know how it worked. She licked her lips and turned towards Vincent.
"That was...way cool. Not only are you wonderful at foot rubs, but you're an excellent dishwasher. Lilly's going to be so jealous."
She grinned widely.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 8:14 pm
Vincent
Vincent laughed with her. He was still trying to work out this whole meet the roommate thing. He finally broached the subject to Aimee.
"How are you going to explain all this off? Just gonna say you finally dumped his a** and found a better guy? Or are your gonna lie. Its not very safe to tell the truth, and if it spreads the government will come. I know, its happened. Japan." He shrugged his shoulders at the dilemma.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 8:21 pm
Aimee
"Oh."
Aimee's face fell; she hadn't really thought about that. She and Lilly didn't keep secrets from each other, not a one, although she wished that Lilly did sometimes. But Aimee definitely did not think that Lilly wouldn't hesitate to tell someone else almost immediately.
"Well, you've been around longer then I have; what do you suggest? What's worked in the past?"
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 8:40 pm
Vincent
Vincent mulled over what had worked and realized nothing had. He was seen as a constant companion of every person he was attached to. Some just passed him off as a friend others a lover. A few told the truth but only lies and secrecy actually worked.
"Lying is the only thing that worked. And about the only thing that will work in this situation is telling her you have dumped your boyfriend. I'm mean you were going to do it anyways, and I was going to make him hurt for hurting you right. So why not start acting like it now?" Vincent was folding her clothing, turning her panties into perfect squares and hanging shirts and jeans up to keep them from wrinkling.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 8:56 pm
Alexandria
Hearing Vassili's voice in her head was different and almost awkward since she wasn't used to it. Since she was right by the boss she projected what Vassili said in her head of her mouth to him and since the guards had radios they could hear as well. She made sure her voice was kept quiet so no one could hear nearby as the guards started spreading out as well and she walked into the warehouse with the boss. The merchandise they were selling was in a bag and a guard was with them as well holding it.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 9:19 pm
Libby
Libby hung on for dear life out of habit as Seth continued his speed. Silly humans, it was in her nature to live dangerously but so many of her charges had been weak females. As they zoomed flawlessly through the streets, the demon allowed her powers to pulse aimlessly into the atmosphere but not too much in her Master's direction. For some reason, on the bike, it was a different young man in the same body and in her arms. He was where he was supposed to be at that moment.
"What do you do for fun?" she shouted as they slid close to the ground on a bend, "You don't drink, do drugs or anything else that your generation supposedly deems as fitting fun. But, besides this bike, what do you do without fear of being rejected?" She rested her head on his shoulder and squeezed his waist momentarily. If she could figure out, what was wrong in his life, she could fix it, watch him die of old age and move on to the next lonely soul.
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 6:49 am
Vassili
Vassili now watched the preceding through the scope of the massive rifle, it was trained not on one of the other members, but on the boss. He was ready for anything that man might do.
Boss
The Boss watched the ten men in front of him. He had heard what Alex was whispering into the attached mic and wanted to kill the man in front of him now. They had agreed upon ten en each and that was all he had brought. Well at least he had his ace in the sleeve. He motioned and the man came around with the duffel bag. He handed it to the boss and the boss stepped forward.
"Gentleman, I have what you asked for, one hundred and fifty kilos of high grade explosives. Detonators to be delivered upon successful completion of this deal." That was what they trafficked to the high end, in exchange for an equal amount in cocaine, heroin, and meth. He couldn't sell these weapons on the street, but drugs he could. The man before him began to laugh and the boss threw the bag away, pulling his pistol free. All ten of this man's bodyguards fell to the ground, heads ripped off. His men turned their guns on the hiding places and shouted for the hidden guards to come out.
"You double crossing son of a ******** b***h. Well we're going to make an example of you. Alex get Vassili down here."
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 6:55 am
Seth
Seth could just hear her over the roar of air and the growl of the engine. He leaned his head back so his words wouldn't be lost in the air as well.
"I race, I race this. I win as well. Its the only thing that kept me sane at my house. I stole my dad's Harley and raced the hell out of other people. Taking there cash and once their bike. Took me three years of drag racing his bike to afford my Beast." He throttled down and down shifted they took the next corner, so low to the ground that they could have reached out and picked up a piece of gravel, if you wanted your hand ripped off.
"I am trying to get into the amateurs bracket at the track, been practicing track racing." He shifted and the bike responded with a throaty roar, and shot forward. It was five till and the music from the club was starting drown out even his bike. He slid to a stop and backed the bike up walking it to the curb.
"That's what I do for fun, and I only get to do it once and while."
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