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 Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 2:49 pm
((I WANTED TO BE THE OTHER p***s...
but a dog beat me over the fence.
Soon to join as another housekeeper.))
The voices were talking again. So haughty they were that each had chosen an equally haughty name for themselves. Uriel-- the arrogant p***k, thinking he could equate himself to a Seraphim-- was begging Izzy to do something unruly. Just break into her room, he urged. Just a little prank. Dowse her with a bucket of ice water. Light the sheets on fire. Cover the walls with butter and vegetable oil. C'mon, something you little p***y! Uriel was easy to ignore.
Ulysses wasn't easy to ignore. He was dastardly, and confusing. He had the voice of a woman, a sweet and tender woman, and knew just how to use it. Isaac wouldn't let him do that tonight, though. No, there were guests in the house, and work needed to be done. He was on night patrol because Uriel and Ulysses were keeping him up, pestering him. Every so often he satisfied them with an audible response. He could hear the devilish smirks in their voices. Assholes.
Finally, he resigned to the idea of taking his medication. He didn't want to be a jerk, but Ulysses was getting out of hand. He dropped a pill down his gullet without water and continued his rounds. By sunrise Uriel and Ulysses would be silent and Isaac would be sullen: proof that the downers were doing their duty.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 10:48 pm
(( Woah... it moved...)) Lysander had been smiling, then the other guy showed up. This one was a bit more... mature. Lysander's smile faded incredibly quickly, and he actually stiffened. This guy wasn't quite as submissive, which meant Lysander saw him as a potential threat. Lysander's hand moved slightly, trying to get to his side, which meant it brushed/rubbed against Ainsley. Lysander, in full assessment mode, didn't recognize this, but normally he would have noticed and actually tried to subtly remove his arm. After all, they did look quite the couple. ((Edit by Mr. Lore: You're welcome.))
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 4:24 am
When the other boy got in the car, Aya put her ocarina away, and resumed staring out the window and watching the passing scenery. I wonder how much longer this ride will take... she thought.
((Welcome to both of the new guys. ^^))
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 11:54 am
((Ah! How wonderful! I've been ever so anxious waiting for this to start... Oh and welcome newcomers. I hope you have a lovely time.))
Mort smiled at the person in a way that could've made a glacier melt. He wanted to make any new people feel welcome because he knew how awkward it was to come into an unfamiliar situation.
"Hello! It's very nice to meet you! My name is Mortimer but you can call me Mort."
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 7:51 am
((YAY!!! WE'VE BEEN MOVED!! I feel so special now!^.^ Oh and by the way...just in case any of ya'll are interested...I started another rp not to long ago and its in major need of people. Weekend to remember))
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 10:42 am
At the new arrival, Anna felt the steel cord in her that gave her a backbone stiffen. This boy looked just like her father, but with less grey in his hair and no facial hair. It took her five minutes to decide to calm down. Until then, she just pressed her face against the window in some sort of fearful anger. She noticed that it was getting dark outside, meaning she'd been in the car all day without anything to eat.
Anna glanced back at the new boy. Fine. She'd just weird him out by speaking to him like a friend before she had even introduced herself. She tended to do that. "You know, you remind me of my dad. Only younger."
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 8:37 pm
((I'm really sorry that it's been like ages and a half since I've posted. I've been sick throughout the entire weekend--such a wonderful start to my Spring Break, eh? Thankfully, I'm getting better though.))
Sasha gave Nicky a smile as she watched her enter the bathroom. Calling after her, she teased to help, but did not except a positive response. She laid down completely onto her friend's bed, relaxing. It was just as comfortable as her own thankfully. She rolled over onto her stomach, her knees bent and the skirt of her maid outfit barely covering her. She was propped up by her elbows, and playfully nipped towards her in response. She got a tiny bit more serious of a look into her eye, before asking, "So, are you gonna tell me what happened earlier?"
Unlike Lysander, Ainsley was completely aware of his arm around her. She could not help the pink tinge that appeared on her cheek. She curled slightly into herself, half pulling away from Ly and half hiding her blush. She tried to ignore the warmth that the boy gave off, instead looked up at the one entering. Upon seeing him, she blinked twice, fairly surprised. He looked much older than his age, and she had to study him for a moment to decide he actually was closer to the group's average age.
She sensed Lysander almost tense, but could not decide why, and then Anna did. She glanced between the three of them, trying to see if there was something she was missing. Deciding to still be nice, until she could decide what was wrong, she leaned forward slightly. Instinctively she did not move far enough that Lysander's arm would move. Instead she stayed beneath it. She reached out her hand, giving the man a smile, "And I'm Ainsley. Welcome to our--for the time being--limo."
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 8:59 pm
Lysander's head slowly turned to Ainsley, realizing his arm was around her. She really looked like his girlfriend like this. And, y'know, it may be possible to sneak your arm onto a girl, but it's even harder to sneak it off of one. Lysander noticed his bass still leaning up against the seat he had been sitting in, and used it as an excuse to remove his arm. He leaned forward, grabbing his bass, and sat back where he was, this time keeping his arm away from Ainsley.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 10:36 pm
Having gotten fairly used to it, Ainsley only half noticed Lysander removing his arm around her. It was only when she began to get cold again did she realize. Trying to surpress a shiver, she turned to glance at him, wondering what he was thinking. Ainsley was good at reading people, when it was relating to other people, but she had a tendency to be naive whenever it was about her. She studied his face, trying to figure out why he A. wrapped his arm around her, B. left it there, and C. removed it. When she realized that she wasn't learning anything, she turned back towards the new boy, unconsciously wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to keep from shivering. She should have brought a jacket with her.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 11:52 pm
Lysander was trying to avoid looking at Ainsley, but considering she pretty much took half his vision considering she sat right next to him. Lysander finally just looked off to the side, seeing Ainsley. Being cold. Lysander exhaled through his nose and took off his leather jacket. He whipped it around and put it on her back, covering her. Considering the difference in size, it was quite large on her, more long than anything, but the important thing was it was leather, which retained heat. And it was still warm from when Lysander was wearing it. Lysander's arms were now fully exposed to the air, showing off the definition and scars of a life-long fighter. Lysander pulled out his yo-yo again, now retreating into a mental corner, closing himself off from everyone else.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 12:26 am
Ainsley had turned her focus towards Will, so she jumped visibly as the heavy jacket fell over her. Almost instantaneously she knew who it was from, and not just because he was the only guy sitting next to her. Her hands went up, tugging it tighter around her, and she relaxed into the warmth it provided. She turned to face him with a blush on her cheeks, reaching to touch his shoulder as she did. Underneath her fingertips she was surprised at the defined hard muscle as well as the smooth skin from a scar. Her innocent eyes couldn't help but widen when she saw the obvious marks of battle. But how he could have gotten them, she was clueless. Even if he lived on the streets, a majority of his wounds would be gunshot, and the knife ones would not be on his shoulders... She pushed those personal questions out of her mind quickly, and just leaned forward towards him. In a sweet voice which somehow she made sound personally to everyone, she murmured, "Thank you." A smile had appeared on her face, bringing the glow back, though this time it was much softer, only complimenting her features.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 12:39 am
Lysander had looked away before Ainsley touched one of his scars. He turned to her, catching the blush.
She's blushing? What has she got to... oh. Damn.
Lysander watched her surprise and saw her wonder and could see the questions that were kept from her lips. Where did he get them? How? Why? He shrugged them away as she did and then felt himself freeze when she leaned towards him. Only his eyes followed her, but once the glow returned, he felt. That was a lot for him. Her voice coupled with her glow was a dangerous combo. It'd melt the coldest hearts. Thankfully, Lysander didn't have one. Lysander looked to the side, now wondering what the hell was going on. He was feeling. He didn't feel, it just wasn't his thing. So what was it?
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 12:49 am
Ainsley's smile widened just a bit, as she lingered a few moments in order to give him a chance to respond. Then she leaned back, pretending as if he had. She once again, tugged the jacket around her and tried to ignore the fact that she liked the way it smelled. She had an urge to curl up and bury her nose in it, and though it would be better than burying her nose against him, it still was bad. Besides, even though Ainsley had never had a boyfriend, it seemed as if Lysander really wasn't actually interested in her. It was more that he was being nice because she was being nice. It was simple and true, and her almost possible crush had nothing to do with it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 1:04 am
Lysander was still feeling a bit awkward when he noticed that Ainsley was smiling, and realized, she was just going for a kiss. At least, he was pretty sure. Just then, a million things ran through his head. What should he do? Should he go for it? Should he act like nothing happened? Should he be playful? Taunt? Embrace? Talk? What? Lysander's head started hurting from the speed of which he was thinking, he was literally thinking a million miles a minute. In the process of a moment, he came to a conclusion. Closing his eyes and breathing outward, he put his arm back around Ainsley and while he didn't suddenly pull her, he held her close. He then opened his eyes and scanned the limo, daring anyone to speak ill. Lysander then took his quickly-forgotten yo-yo and began playing with it with one hand.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 1:34 am
This time, Ainsley had kept glancing over towards Lysander so she was prepared when his arms went around her. At first she had expected a hug, so she went with the steady pull. She turned slightly towards him, to return the hug, but then she realized she was simply being held. It was an odd feeling. She had gotten plenty of hugs before, and been held by her mother of course. But with her friends she normally just leaned against them she had never felt another's arms around her. It made her feel safe, almost as if it was safe for her to relax-a rare luxury for her.
She raised her head to look towards him, the question clearly in her brown eyes. She wasn't shocked to find him not looking at her, but that he wasn't just staring out the window was surprising. She followed his gaze, realizing it was the rest of the limo's occupants. Her eyes mirrored Lysander's, silently reassuring them. She still couldn't help the blush that spread over her cheeks though, as she met everyone's eyes.
The brunette leaned against Lysander, slowly relaxing into him. Ainsley could no longer convince herself that he was not attracted to her, but she had no idea what to do. Of course she had seen couples plenty of times, but what had seemed silly as an outsider became almost overwhelming to her. Suddenly, she wanted to text one of her friends, but she kept herself from reaching for the phone. Though she knew she'd be full of advice, she would be full of questions more. And...Ainsley had canceled her line, to decrease the number of bills her mother was stuck with.
To fight the stress that came with her thinking of money, Ainsley turned her head towards Lysander and buried her face into his chest. It was only after a few moments of taking in his scent that she realized what she had done. Another blush flashed over her face, though this one was much brighter. She pulled back quickly, excepting that he'd want her to leave him alone, and lowered her head, "Sorry," she whispered submissively as if she expected him to get mad.
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