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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-20)
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 Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 2:15 pm
Dylon grinned widely, giving a whistle as Nevada stripped her jacket out of sympathy. "Looking glam, girl!" Otto, on the other hand, looked for a moment before looking away. Nevada always looked cute, but that was a really nice look for her. Hoodies and leggings were one thing. That looked more elegant than casual.
Dylon puffed proudly, sitting with his chest out while Nevada got herself a closer look and feel. Once again, Otto looked a moment, sneering and then looking away. Getting all touchy and freely over some dude just cause he had a body. Grumble, grumble. Jealousy was not a good look on the boy. Not that he desired to be felt up in public. He quietly thought to himself that maybe they ought to skip the game and just grab themselves a room. It was a bitter thought.
He shrugged, deciding he wouldn't divulge into the survey he was nearly a part of thanks to America.
"So they say~" Dylon answered with a keen grin. "She was certainly pleasurable company."
Otto impatiently cleared his throat.
"Right, right. Sorry!" He laughed it off and looked over his cards. He slammed them down, thinking for sure he would lose. It was a hairsbreadth of victory. "I win this one! Shirtlessness gives me power."
Otto rolled his eyes and pulled off the hoodie.
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 2:29 pm
"Such a compliment..." She breathed in, feeling for once, more normal. Just because they were a group of people, sitting around. Dicking around. She didn't even notice the attitude from Otto, because it didn't cross her mind that this would bother him. Of course she was never serious about things like this...and coming out of a break up where she knew she was the problem well...
She took the cards and moved back to poke at Otto's loss of hoodie. "I always forget that you have those." She gently touched the scars from his arm and smiled up at him. "Battle scars. Worth of a death hunter."
"See, America is the type to admire." Nevada nodded sagely, turning back to Dylon, shuffling and bridging the cards. "Besides being named after our great nation, she's got this like natural charisma and stuff. I really should get to know her better, she'd be a great gal pal." She dealt out the cards one more time, picking up a piece of candy. "I plan to have you out of your pants Dylon by the end of this game..." She grinned, "for my benefit of course."
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 2:38 pm
Otto rubbed his arms when she pointed it out. Scars always reminded him of failures, or taints of Halloween in his skin. Nevada helped make him consider it otherwise. Even if just for a moment.
"She's a whole lot of fun, for sure." Dylon agreed. "We should do lunch." Lunch with the ladies~.
The young man raised his brows, a sly smile spreading over his face. "Ohya? And how do you feel about keeping me out of them?" He waggled his brows. Otto made a gagging noise in retaliation. "Lays it on thick, don't he?" He scoffed after ward.
The hands laid down, Dylon could only laugh at himself. "Shucks." Off came the pants. "Wish granted, Princess!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 2:51 pm
She grinned as the pants were gone, standing up now and leaving to gather up all of Dylon's clothes.
"Asking me on a date after a break up?" She held all the clothes together and looked thoughtful. "I don't mind then, It's not like we're going to do much else with a hurricane going on, right?" She laughed at Dylon's obvious pervertedness and shook her head.
"Should've seen him during the winter, couldn't keep his hands off my waist. He's as bad as I am, but a man." She pointed a finger at Dylon and then his clothes. "I plan to keep you out of your pants for now, I'm confiscating your clothes as we are the winners." She dumped them on Otto's lap, "But he gets to decide what to do with them." She waggled her eyebrows. "Cause we are the championsssss~~" And then she leaned back, picking up another piece of licorice and biting down on it and giving Dylon the laziest smugiest look the female could muster.
yes...this had been a good distraction.
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 2:58 pm
Dylon gleamed with pride. "You mean as awesome as you are right? Kindred spirits? Birds of a feather?" His smile froze as she scooped his clothes and gave them to the kid. Worry came over him, if only slightly.
Otto stared at the clothes with a sour look for a moment. They were still warm, and smelled of the tall pervert's cologne. However, this would be his vengeance, right?
He gave the man a flat look. Dylon chuckled. "Ahaha. So what'll it be, Otto?"
Otto stared.
And then he got up. "Deus needs a new flag."
Dylon's smile faltered. "Aahaha... but it's raining outside. You'll get wet and... well, it's a hurricane, you know? Not safe!"
Otto blinked slowly.
"...Right? You wouldn't...."
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 3:05 pm
"Birds of a feather often flock together yes?" She watched the small moment of horror on Dylon's face, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"That's gonna be tough Handsome..." She was talking to Otto of course, "Considering they have the doors barred close for now. Hurricane remember." She nudged him.
"Gotta think of something inside the HQ." She nudged at Dylon, "While I admire the view."
"When would you like to go to Lunch Dylon?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 3:09 pm
Damn. Amazing plan was foiled. Otto looked disappointed. Dylon looked relieved.
"Any time, babe! With or without clothing." He laughed, "Though with would be nice. It's kind of chilly in here..." That and being nearly naked in a place where everyone else was very clothed? A little bit embarrassing. Even for Dylon.
Otto still looked to be thinking.
"I'm gunna put your jacket in with the red laundry." He dropped Dylon's pants and top, and left with the hunter jacket.
Dylon's mouth fell open. "He's uh... quite the little spitfire himself, eh?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 3:19 pm
Foiled by a hurricane Otto. Blame mother Nature.
She watched him head out, saluting him off. "Laundry speed to you Otto!" She grinned.
"At least he didn't take all your clothes?" She offered and fondly commented, "Not sure if I'd call him little-" Even though he was just a inch shorter then her, except he almost seemed to be growing...or something. "But he's got a mouth and attitude. He's one of the closest friends I have on the Island." And her first crush of the Island. SO he always held a special place for her.
"I hope though you aren't looking for anything serious Dylon..." her smile sadden almost immediately, "Not to turn down a great opportunity of easy sex...and lunch but....I'm not really looking anymore.." She closed her eye, "I really don't think I suit anyone on the Island anymore. Too far broken, and too far selfish to be anything but." She brought her legs up, dress hitching up. "Sorry, emotional dump feeling coming now that I'm not distracted."
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 3:25 pm
Dylon's smile softened sadly, pulling on his pants once more. Rather than comment with sassy quips or perverted jokes, he got himself fully dressed and sat beside the girl.
"You're just hurt, hun." He wrapped an arm around Nevada, offering a kind smile. "I'm not going to sleep with you. You're too raw to be jumping into bed with someone." He squeezed her shoulder assuringly.
"Don't feel bad. You're human. You have every right to feel like crap. You're allowed."
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 3:30 pm
She leaned over to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I'm always hurt, I've been hurting before I even got together with Chelsea. I expected so much of her and gave nothing in return." She bit at her lip, "Good to know, so you're one of the better perverts." She nudged him with her elbow and closed her eye...just to stop tears from forming again.
"Stormy and I had this talk, I feel like I've had this talk so many times. I'm trying so hard not to feel things, to let things slide off me..." She shrugged, "I've done so many terrible things, to really good people. Whether it be through love or hate...."
She laughed because her she was, one moment admiring his nice body and now using his shoulder to cry on.
"Usually I'd tell these things to Otto or Stormy, but I don't want them to be disappointed in me again." She bit her lip. "I don't want them to see me as a pillar that's crumbling."
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 3:35 pm
"No one is perfect, hun. Anyone who expects you to be an unbreakable pillar is a fool themselves." He kissed the top of her head, rocking her slowly side to side. She just needed a shoulder right now, he told himself. She couldn't be a ball of sunshine and sass every day. No one could. Not even him.
"I won't sit here and tell you that you can do no wrong. You know yourself better than I do. If you want to improve yourself, that's fantastic, and good on you for trying. If you slip and fall, it's okay. I don't what went down with your girlfriend.. but it isn't something you can undo. Just take it and keep it in mind."
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 3:41 pm
She laughed and thought of the times when Stormy had been the pillar...when Stormy had held her up in her state and how quickly the roles reversed. Same with Otto,,,though she hoped she never would bring him these things.
She never knew why it seemed that she wanted Otto to see the best side of her, and not the worse.
"You're good with your words Handsome." She gave watery chuckle, wiping the small trail of wet from her cheeks and huffed, "I'll owe you lunch for more then just letting me see the goods."
She settled as he rocked her, feeling more at ease...more relaxed then she had before. "Keep growing...Can only go up from here right?" It wouldn't just be Chelsea but what happened with Aria too. 99 Problems....but at least a bro wasn't one of them.
"Thanks for listening to me ramble. If Otto comes back, can you let him know I went back to my room" She reached up and kissed Dylon on the cheek. "I'll see you soon for lunch." Moving herself away from the moon hunter, she gathered her belongings and jacket and waved. For now, it was probably best she spent a little more time alone.
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 3:45 pm
Dylon nodded, waving her off as she left to have some alone time. A girl needed her space, and he'd let her. He'd done all he could, for now.
Later on, Otto did come back.
With a pink hunter coat for Dylon.
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