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 Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 6:02 pm
〖★Clothing: Extravagant ★Money: $1000 ★Mood: Fabulous〗 Despite the cold Izzy had managed to wake up early, just a few minutes after the sun had started to rise. It had been a busy day between her jog around Pasadena and her work out session at home, she had actually managed to work up a sweat which had lead to a shower and then a two hour long rummage though her closet, dresser and shoe trunk, throwing away old clothing that had some how managed to fit her from five years ago. She had called her father yesterday and he had said that he would send some new clothing via UPS within a few weeks which made Izzy amazingly grateful considering she didn't have enough money to replace everything that she had chosen to throw out. After her initial tirade though her closet she had had barely anything decent to wear, all the shorts that she normally would have worn on a cold day just because she would have wanted to look sexy even with the cold weather where all to small, so she had ended up wearing a more sophisticated looking outfit made up of black pants, a baggy shirt with a low cut V so low it showed her belly button, high heeled ankle boots, and red earrings. She walked into Moonbucks cafe, the sweet smell of Vanilla and Almonds following her though the door. She had come to the cafe with the intent to lay back and relax. She didn't want to cook or clean today, it just didn't seem like that good of a day to do things in her own home, her home was just to big for her own being, each step she took in her home echoed though her mind to remind her of just how often she was alone. Shaking her head Izzy took a seat at the front of the cafe, sliding back on one of the chairs and crossing her feet at the ankles as she read over the menu and then she looked up at a waiter and smiled, her small pink lips pulling up at the sides slightly as she handed the menu up to him "one Cappuccino to start please" she said and then when he was done writing down her first order she then ordered "and if you don't mind, when I'm done with that I would like a slice of pie and a cup of earl grey tea" she said and the waiter nodded before walking back to place her order leaving Izzy looking up at the walls.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:08 pm
 Quoth The Raven: "Nevermore"═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ✗ Izzy ✗ Shared link: ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Sweat suit/ Driving✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming✗ Today's deadline: -- ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ Tyrese took a cab down to the beach, leaned into the leather in the backseat as he stared at his phone screen. To text or not to? After two days ago...she was supposed to be back by now, but he'd received no word. The wolf stuffed his cellular device into his pocket, accepting some space between them and turning to see the snow out the window. It wasn't freshly fallen this morning, it was riddled with foot prints and half built snowmen. He hoped he had Sela sometime soon so they could build one too. He'd never done so as a child, since it was too hard to stack each round ball a top another, and as a teen he'd lost interest. Now, he anticipated everything about the season. Decorating with lights, chopping down a tree, making gingerbread houses and eggnog. A faint smile parted his lips, practically seeing it already. He'd be easy and let Lillian have her on Christmas Day, but for Christmas Eve, she'd be with him opening presents and watching classic holiday films; Frosty the snowman, Rudolf, Charlie Brown, all of it. A warm feeling filled his chest as he paid his driver and scooted out of the car, pushing his crutches out of his lap to help himself up. The snow was the hardest to get through, the wolf ended up retreating into a cafe at the warm smell of coco and baked goods. Inhaling deeply, he hobbled up to the counter and ordered tea with a muffin. Sounds good. Looking for a table, Ty then noticed a familiar face. he, hopefully a little quietly, made his way to her. "Izzy. How are you?" ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
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"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 10:27 pm
〖★Clothing: Extravagant ★Money: $1000 ★Mood: Fabulous〗 Izzy was drumming her fingers on the table bobbing her head to invisible music when her coffee came and she smiled "thank you" she said as she picked up her coffee, sighing softly she sipped at the coffee, feeling the heat numb her tongue the first sip. She closed her eyes and reminisced about her travels. Sighing Izzy heard the door open but she didn't turn her head, she had very much liked the climates of Berlin when she had stopped their for about a month. Closing her eyes Izzy blew into the mug before tipping her head back to take another sip, her sleeves slipping up on both arms when she moved which caused a slight tickling sensation to run along her spine. She put her mug down and enjoyed the warmth spider webbing along though her body from her stomach. She was so busy enjoying herself she hadn't heard Tyrese come up and when he spoke her eyes opened in surprise, but it wasn't bad surprise. "Well, Hello" She said as she looked at him, smiling as she saw his cast and she couldn't help but smile a little bigger "Still sporting the paper mache look? it doesn't suit you..." She paused as she leaned forward and let her head rest on her scarred arm "...Being restricted by that weight, in case no one has told you that yet" she said as she looked back up at him, bringing the tips of her fingers under the pressure of her cheek in order to warm them up. Picking up her cup with the other hand she sipped the coffee again and could feel it working, finally "I'm doing well, got hired not to long ago, feels nice working" she said as she quickly took another sip before putting the cup down, the content sloshing against the sides of the cup "Would you like to sit with me? It doesn't look like you're here with anyone." she smiled, her offer was a friendly one, honestly she could use the company.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 1:21 am
Quoth The Raven: "Nevermore" ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ✗ Izzy ✗ Shared link: ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Sweat suit/ Driving✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming✗ Today's deadline: -- ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ Tyrese leaned his crutch into his side, raising his hand to scoop back a wave of hair. The dijin adjusted herself and his brows have a slight raise along with a smile. He nodded a second acknowledgement, careful to shuffle out of the isle where he'd be a roadblock easy to sound further. "Don't you know? This is the look of the season." He informed with a flash of faux confidence and a snap of his collar. He gently tapped the plaster vessel, heading a hollow knock until the vibrations buzzed against his flesh. His gaze fell to the blonde as he fingered at the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. "Not aloud they haven't, I've only gotten pitied glances." He replied with ease of mind, appreciating the comment anyway. "You look like you should be cold in that." He pointed to her thin sweater that couldn't possibly do much against the snow. Maybe she didn't feel the cold as much, sorta like he himself. He moved his hair again, needing it have it trimmed after so long. It was now at his shoulder blades and at the bridge of his nose over his face. Un-styled, un-spiked, it was a mop that he'd only strapped back with his fingers almost every few seconds. "Oho? Where'd you get hired?" He asked, gingerly accepting her offer to sit a moment later. The pressure off his leg was welcome and reliving, if he was up for too long his toes felt swollen and hot when he wiggled them. His order was brought to the table for him and he asked for milk before touching his tea. While he waited on the touch of dairy he picked at his muffin and ate the walnuts first. Banana but had always been his favorite. ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $467.75』
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 2:35 am
〖★Clothing: Extravagant ★Money: $1000 ★Mood: Fabulous〗 Izzy rolled her eyes as she sat back again and picked up her coffee again, drinking down half the cup. She didn't like the dainty thing, it bugged her that it was served in such a tiny cup, but she didn't voice her complaint. She chuckled slightly into her cup before putting it down, she was starting to smell her own coffee breath, yuck. Watching him run a hand though his hair Izzy smirked "I'll keep that in mind if I ever break anything, I'll make sure its my arms so I don't look like a drunk every time I go out" she said as she watched him sit down. She watched him pick at the muffin and she sighed, hoping he was going to eat it and not leave a crumbly mess, she knew how she got around messes ever since she returned to California, she turned into one of the neatest people her family had ever spawned, and well, self employing herself to the Cafe's cleaning service didn't seem like a good way to go. So instead she brought her eyes back up to his face while keeping a smile on hers "Neon Lights." she said as she brought the coffee back up to her mouth and took a small soundless sip "Met the most interesting guy, He looked like a pansy drinker and an amazing dancer but he was exactly the opposite" she said as she took another drink before setting the cup down " Held is liqueur, but a cabbage could out dance 'em " she joked. Izzy's eyes wandered away from Tyrese for a moment and found the face of the waiter who looked her way at the best time because Izzy couldn't held the grin that spread across her face when he jerked back a step in surprise, guess he didn't get pretty girls looking at him every day. Izzy raised her hand slightly off the table to signal she wanted the pie slice and the tea now, and when he brought over the pie and the earl grey tea Izzy nodded her head in thanks before he walked off, taking her coffee with him. Izzy sighed slightly as she leaned back in her chair "Ah, and the weather, It doesn’t bother me much any more. After Skinny dipping in Russia..." Izzy paused to chuckle slightly as she picked up a fork and cut into the pie, slicing an apple chunk in half and manoeuvring her fork around in order to get the piece onto her utensil "this cold here barely phases me, its like a chihuahua behind a chain link fence you're walking by. It registers, its annoying, you don't particularly care for the noise, but once you're passed it you're past it" she said as she brought the bite to her mouth, bringing her lips together to blow on it softly before taking the bite and setting her hand down on the table the fork resting against plate. She closed her eyes for a second and then opened them, looking up at Tyrese " What about you, you working anywhere?" she asked, not knowing about his writing career considering she hadn't held a book since high school.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 10:29 pm
Quoth The Raven: "Nevermore" ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ✗ Izzy ✗ Shared link: ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Sweat suit/ Driving✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming✗ Today's deadline: -- ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ Tyrese debated and hassled with a location to stick his crutches, eventually settling for under the table closest to the wall. It was less trouble to get it from there then to have emoloyees and customers tripping over them. Grunting as he got upright once more, he thanked the table attendant for his milk and poured half the serving into his tea. He stirred, added a packet of cinnamon, and took the first small drink. He nodded at the blonde as he dried his mouth, perhaps unneeded table manners that were too ingrained of a habit to forget. "You'll also save several pairs of pants from a pair of scissors so they fit over the damn thing." He added, putting down his porcelain cup. Not even Aubrey had been shown his delicate sets, tucked safely in a wood cabinet for an occasion no holiday seemed special enough for. He wiped them so they didn't often pile up with dust, the only one who knew of their beauty was the person who bought them. The wolf knew Neon Lights well, it was the club closer to La Mer and could be heard from the roof of his establishment. His reaction wasn't disapproving, but distasteful as the snow made the light that much brighter. "Not a very quiet crowd, and even less so ever since they added a strip club." More power to her if that was the position she was hired for, although he wouldn't ask to be sure. He paused before raising his brows, and soon smiling faintly. "That bad? Doesn't sound like your job lacks in entertainment." He stirred his drink again, mostly to keep his fingers busy. He was tempted to text his ex and ask about his daughter. He didn't miss the furball that had been following her around since a week or so ago, it wasn't even potty trained. He'd already gotten begs from Sela not to lose his temper when the mutt pissed on his hardwood. A growl was enough to send it scurrying. Then here was the barking every time it saw Bach. That's what he gets for agreeing to let Sela have a dog. Speaking of which, she had him shaking his head with mirth as she mentioned chihuahuas. The cold felt that way to him too, it was just there. Lillian seemed to enjoy his warmth for that reason, a long time ago. Dear Lord, don't let anyone catch hypothermia this year. "Hm? I write, that's my primary source of income. I own a bed and breakfast down in the beach too now, it's practically nonexistent." He replied with curtesy, finally biting from his muffin. It was dry but he appreciated the sweetness of it; the tea was enough to set his gullet after each bite. The wolf wiped crumbs from his fingertips. "Do you live close to Neon lights? Or closer to Lumiere?"═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 11:34 pm
〖★Clothing: Extravagant ★Money: $1000 ★Mood: Fabulous〗 Izzy couldn't help the small girlish laugh that passed her lips as she brought her hand up to her mouth to keep her teeth from being seen, after all she was eating and she would have been mortified if she had apple between her teeth, and once she was confident enough to bring her hand down she brought it to her earl grey and took a drink, the hot liquid passing her lips and filling her mouth. Izzy closed her eyes and let the liquid sit on her tongue for a moment before she swallowed, making sure to make the movements as subtle as possible before she looked back up at Tyrese "Yeah, I'd prefer an arm. I like my pants, and as a girl I fully support the shopping spree stereotype. Not that you would understand, cutting your jeans, for shame" she teased, sticking her tongue out at him before bringing it back into her mouth, feeling it against the back of her front teeth as she cut another piece of the pie off in order to take another bite. With the fork halfway up to her mouth she let a half smile flicker over her mouth "Its never silent their people are either always drinking or always making it rain." she said with a sigh before taking the bite and chewing it, swallowing it, the apple pie felt a little like glue going down which caused her to put the fork down once again and pick up the earl grey again and sip it, letting a sigh pass her lips "at least I will never be without entertainment while I work...as you say" she said as she swirled the tea in her cup, a slight hitch appeared in the swirling of the tea when she heard he was a writer...well that explained the rich boy living up in the fancy pants ******** rich boy' she thought bitterly. She spaced out for a few seconds as she though about how she wanted to burn his house to the ground, and how easy it would be, no one would suspect the pretty little bar tender. She snapped out of it when she heard his question and slowly everything that she had spaced though snapped into her mind. He was a writing, he owned a B&B. Izzy smiled and shook her head, she wasn't on the island to make trouble, burning things down was not something she would do, if she had to do something like that she would go camping. Shoving the thought from her head Izzy looked back up at Tyrese "well I like to think of it as in the middle of everything...I live far enough from pretty much everything that I always need to bike it, a pain in the a** some times but convenient if I want to exercise" she said "but if I had to place it I would say my house it more towarrrrrd" she thought about it, her house really was pretty much in the middle of everything so instead she just shrugged "I'm in Pasadena" she summed up as she took another bite of apple in order to keep herself from talking for a bit and also to buy time so she could think of something to ask. Once she swallowed she leaned back in her chair, planning to let the pie, coffee and tea settle before she ate anything else "So Mr. Successful, Husband?" she asked and then followed up with "Wife?" she asked, wondering why that of all things came to her mind instead of literally anything else, but with the question out on the table she couldn't take it back...she wasn't a bloody time lord after all, just a genie. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx〖★Pocket Items:ID, Motorcycle keys, House Keys〗OOC:
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 9:27 pm
Quoth The Raven: "Nevermore" ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ✗ Izzy ✗ Shared link: ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Sweat suit/ Driving✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming✗ Today's deadline: -- ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ Tyrese held his heart as if he'd been shot in it, hanging and shaking his head while giving a depressed sigh. "I am very ashamed, three pairs of perfectly good jeans, wasted." He agreed mournfully. All he'd really do in the future is cutting the other leg and flipping the hem to be resown. Shorts, which he want a fan of, but would have to make due with. The wolf ate the walnuts he'd picked out of his muffin, hearing the TV playing in the background as they spoke. A skating competition today, something he could participate in given his condition. Life was moving on with or without him, he was one of the few stagnant victims sulking in his misery. As if fixing his life was easy! No, it would take months of work; even then, he may never mend back the break of the mating he bonded between Lillian and himself. The thought of his mistake now made him lose his appetite, he pushed away the tea and the muffin with a slightly paled face. "I've never gone to a club, it really sounds like something." The author mused while the genie froze at the mention of his career. It was subtle enough that Ty really only noticed the hiccup in her stirring. His most famous series would be a movie in less than a year: the book of his demons and his mental torture as he navigated through rejection and fleeting romantic encounters. If he hadn't overcome those things he wouldn't be as proud of them as he was now. He worried how he was going to rise above this current mess. His mouth dried out and he asked for water from a passing waiter, apologizing quietly that the other food had been rejected and disposed of too soon. Not that it mattered much when he'd paid for it already. He cleared his throat and looked at Izzy. "Pasadena? I have some good friends who live in that neighborhood." Aubrey and Finn, Sela and her mother lived there too. And unknowingly, his kid sister. He was wondering why he hadn't gotten an email from her this week. He almost emptied his water cup and dried his mouth after, sighing deliberately slowly and licking his lips. To her inquiry he paused, and shook his head. "Unfortunately...or maybe fortunately, I'm as far away from being someone's husband as I could possibly be. I notice you aren't sporting a ring either? Or are you just teasing all the interested fellas?" the question made him want to cringe and maybe hack up a little too; no, that was ruined in its fanciful phase over a month ago, if not longer by now. He want getting married anytime soon, he couldn't even form a stable, healthy relationship right now. He was beginning to feel sick. ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 11:55 pm
〖★Clothing: Extravagant ★Money: $1000 ★Mood: Embarrassed〗 Izzy nodded her head as she listened to him and she smiled again "you should come to Neon some time, I bet it would rock you" she said as she leaned forward and took the last bite of pie before putting her her fork down. When the waiter came back to give Tyrese his water the worker also took her finished plate and now empty earl grey and she looked back at him and nodded "Yeah?" she said as she raised an eyebrow but then smiled as she leaned back "Pasadena's okay. Its not as silent as Lumiere but it's still to bit to much for me" she sighed as she leaned her head back slightly and blew hot air out of her nose "I'm always alone, It's always silent, and I'm always lonely." she sighed as she moved her head so she was looking at him again "No stimulating conversation" she sighed as she took out her wallet and pulled out a twenty, She whistled high and the waiter ran over and Izzy smiled as she handed him the twenty "Keep the difference" She said and the waiter nodded before walking off. Izzy leaned back in her chair ignoring how her long blonde hair had some how managed to find a way over her right shoulder and laid against the bare skin between the low cut V of her shirt, between her breasts and spilling into her lap. Izzy smiled as she listened and then she snorted when he asked if she just liked teasing " Please" she said statistically as she rolled her left arm free from the loose fabric of her shirt and put her elbow on the table in order to show him the scars running along her arm starting from her wrist. So many individual scars, some paper thin and some as thick as a pencil ran from her wrist all the way up her arm and under her sleeve "Who would be genuinely interested in someone like this?" she said as she brought her other arm over and used her pointer finger to run along one of the lines from her wrist down to her elbow, it was possible that the lines where either caused by a sword but with so many it was more likely that it was caused by a cat-o-nine tails or razor wire, but with all the tiny like spider web like scars it made it look more like her scars where elaborate cracks running along her skin that had healed over. She brought her hand to her sleeve and ran her hand up her arm to her shoulder and pulled her sleeve over so he could see her shoulder which held thicker scars. She smiled as she pulled her shirt back into place and sighed as she ran her right hand fingers though her blonde hair which caused the strands to move away from her skin and once again all her hair was behind her shoulders "so no. I'm not married" she said and looked away from him and muttered under her breath "haven't got laid in a few years" she said, a slight blush coming to her pale cheeks as she looked away from him, nibbling the inside her cheek. She then looked back over at him "I'm glad you're doing well...didn't know you well but I would have never expected you to become a writer." she said as the blush on her cheeks slowly started to fade as she leaned forward to rest her head in her hand "Are your books good? Sorry but I don't think I've read any of them." and in truth she never had, unless he was a published writer before he graduated, she hadn't picked up a book five years. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx〖★Pocket Items:ID, Motorcycle keys, House Keys〗OOC:
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2015 11:31 pm
Quoth The Raven: "Nevermore" ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ✗ Izzy ✗ Shared link: ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Sweat suit/ Driving✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming✗ Today's deadline: -- ═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ Tyrese raised a brow and chuckled lowly, "Maybe, a very uncertain maybe." he replied before finishing his water. "I'm sure my ears would be ringing and I'll be no fun for you. I'm one of those dreaded 'drags.' " He allowed his empty glass to be collected and opted for remaining with his company until she was ready to leave of he had something come up. Something like Lillian calling so he could see Sela. He needed to get her sometime soon so they could go Christmas tree shopping. He'd rent an attachment for his car to get the damn thing to his home and ask his uncle to get it inside. Perhaps Aubrey would help them decorate it if his aunt and uncle went their seperate way. Or! Even better, he'd age it delivered to the B & B and let Sela help decorate along with the staff. He liked that a little better, he may or may not have his cast off in time to decorate his own home. The man rubbed his chin. "I'm a natural loner and I prefer it that way, but I hear you, Izzy. Not the best feeling." He was still getting used to calling her Izzy, even if he hadn't known her well back in school. Anyway, he knew that lonely feeling and the oppressive silence at times. His house was entirely too big for just him and the occasional Sela. Then again, he'd gotten claustrophobic once all the rooms were filled. Just can't be satisfied either way, can ya wolfie. He watched her display her arm on the table, cocking his head is surprise and apprehensive intrigue. "A tattoo artist, for one." He replied in terms of who'd take interest. The question didn't phase him much, people with scars and bodily mutilations usually wondered such things, but he'd seen the TV coverage of some of said people falling in love and getting married. There was someone for everyone. "At least you know for sure the shallow people will be driven away before it's too late." He remarked with a surprisingly bitter tone. He mentally shook it off as she withdrew her arm and pushed her hair over he shoulder. It was like all the women he knew had fine skin. The author heard her muttered comment and stifled a laugh with his hand. Turning his head, he looked downwards where he was tugging his phone out of his pocket before checking for messages. No good morning text from Aubrey. Nothing at all, actually. He chanced texting a hey to her to see if he'd get something, shoving the device back into his pocket. "Yeah..." The last person he slept with was a huge no-no, there was no way to pick through that for a silver lining. Nope, he was a screw up, no pun intended. The wolf scratched the nape of his neck and dropped the subject. "Writing has always been my strongest ambition. The irony was wanting to write romance books. As for how good they are, it depends on who's reading it. I wrote it for myself, and it helped some people in weird ways. I'm content if people find a connection with me through my words. Others can't relate or have never picked it up, it's bound to happen." And that was us best answer. He had critics and lovers alike concerning he book, but why should opinion matter? Red Thron and all the books that followed was his story. The others were stories of his friends and the world they lived in, nothing about those things could be changed by a yay or nay from any reader. "You mentioned skinny dipping in Russia? Was that before or after Koizora? I don't know many well traveled people."═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═ ║═
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2015 2:12 am
〖★Clothing: Extravagant ★Money: $980 ★Mood: Embarrassed〗 Izzy smirked " Even drags can be turned into bad asses" she said and then knocked twice on the underside of the table " Knock on wood that you're not a stationary drag" she smiled she said as she brought her hand back up and brought one hand over to he right shoulder and stretched slightly and then moved her arms back, pushing her shoulder blades together and then rolling her shoulders "and if you have sensitive hearing you might have some problems with the music but other then the loud blaring noise of techno and rap and...I think the occasional dub step, or what ever they play, its completely silent" she said and ended up rolling her eyes at the last part, it was never silent in clubs except at closing and even the rats liked to party at some points. She smiled and she would have poked his sides if she wasn't across a table so instead she settled with kicking his good leg just below the knee, only enough that he would feel it and know that it was just to be playful and not actually meant to hurt him " if you ever need help cracking out of your shell of lonesome just give me a call and I can get you a one way pass out of your wallflower like existence" she said as she tilted her head to the side slightly "even loners need to be social some times, its like....i think scientifically proven that we cant go without interaction or something cause it like depresses us..." she frowned as she tried to think "I'm not really sure, but its something like that" she said and shook her head as if to shake it off. Izzy sighed and was about to say something else when she heard his mention of a tattoo artist and Izzy snorted a little louder than she thought she was going to and quickly brought her hand up to cover her nose "Sorry" she said as she brought her hand back down and took a deep breath "No way I'm getting together with a tattoo artist, or getting a tattoo" she said as she once again crossed her arms as her cheeks turned slightly red from embarrassment. She stared at him, or at least tried to until her eyes started to water and then she blinked rapidly before bringing her hand up to rub the corners of her eyes as if she was stressed but she ended up smiling, a soft giggle escaping her mouth when she heard a little bitterness in his voice and she moved her hand away from her face to look at him, she was about to comment on it but she then heard his laugh and instead found herself once again crossing her arms just below her chest "Hey, I am an unwilling participant in the Celibacy crusade. Considering how long I’ve abstained I should be given a damn award." she said as she leaned forward, her mouth curling at the corners in a wicked grin "Not that you could go any longer than I have" she said. When he started speaking about his book she sat back once again and nodded every so often, she was a fairly good listener and considering she was actually sitting with a published writer she found herself taking in every word. When she was younger she had always wanted to meet a writer...particularly she had wanted to meet Dr. Seuss for the longest time and it had crushed her when she was ten and found out that the creator of the Cat in the Hat was dead, so Tyrese was probably the closest she would ever come to meeting a writer ever, and when he finished she sighed "I can honestly say I doubt I've ever picked up a single one of your books. To busy 'abstaining'" she brought her hands up to make little air quotes before she brought them back down and when he asked about the Skinny Dipping in Russia she couldn't help but laugh slightly and then nod her head "Yeah, It was after Koizora. After I got the guts to leave my parents house I decided to travel all over. Hopping trains, sneaking onto cruise liners, hitchhiking all over Europe and working odd jobs in order to get to farther places." she said and sighed "Wasn't particularly planning to move to the Island honestly, but about two....three..." she stopped as if she was trying to remember something but then she shook her head again "within the last two three or four years I lost my mirror while escaping hell and when I tripped over it on the beach here I decided to take it as a sign and moved..." she shrugged "but anyway, Skinny dipping in Russia, Mainly remember it cause it was so bloody cold!" she scoffed "Me and some of the others I was travelling with thought it would be funny to try swimming naked in...I think it was the Kara Sea? We lasted about ten minutes before we ended up running out and running back to shelter. Safe to say no one left the hut the next day" she grinned "have you ever, you know, skinny dipped?" she said as she wiggled her fingers "Theirs an ocean here if you wanna try ittttt" she drew out the last work as if trying to coax him into it. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx〖★Pocket Items:ID, Motorcycle keys, House Keys〗OOC:
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 8:48 pm
xxxx{ ① ①/② םαч тιмє sкιρ }
→ тυєsםαч, םєcємвєя ⑲тн ←
םαч ① σғ ① υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ⑦② ◦
( ② мσитнs, ⑬ םαчs )
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2016 6:31 pm
ᴏᴄᴄ:  Cʀɪᴄᴋᴇᴛ Wᴀʟᴛᴇʀs ▞ Cricket with a slight bend in her posture sluggishly walks into the cafe looking for a place to sit. While blowing a bubble with her gum she finds an empty table for one and makes her way over the table. Cricket sits down and starts to read the menu from the distance "What kind of overpriced place is this?" she mumbles to herself. Deciding not to get anything, she pulls an old book out from her backpack and starts to read. ▞
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2016 11:44 am
 Roy Valentine________________________________________ Health:Excellent Mood:Worried Thoughts:"Is he OK?" Company:Patrick Status:Single Account:$800.01 Profile_______________________________________ Roy quickly led Patrick in the cafe and towards the bathroom near the back "I'll be outside the door if you need me, OK?" he paused "Unless you're going to...throw up or something...then..." he said, wondering if he was well enough.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2016 12:12 pm
╔══════════════╗ Patrick left the cart on outside before following Roy's lead into the cafe. He nods to being okay with him being outside the bathroom door. He opens the door, "Then what?" he asked him. He wonders if the guy has some sort of reaction to the sound of someone throwing up. "There is no doubt there will be some vomiting because of my queasiness" he tells him. ╚══════════════╝
『ᏞᎾᏟᎪᏆᎥᎾᏁ: Moonbucks Cafe.sᏆᎪᏆus: Bachelor.mᎾᎾᎠ:queasy and appreciative.mᎾᏁᎬᎽ: $716.50. ᎪᏟᏟᎾmᏢᎪᏁᎽᎥᏁᎶ hᎥm:Roy, the Police officer.』
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