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 Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 4:34 pm
Micah Boyé "Atleast let me drive you home, to make up for the way I acted." He was really just saying this because he wanted to go driving, he liked to drive reckless, it was fun, the feeling of his life on the line. He was a daredevil, adrenaline junkie, he knew that it was dangerous, and he liked it that way. After all he had dated a drug addict who threatened him with a gun several times before.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 4:41 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ALANIS LEBLANC
LIKE TINY GODS RESTING ON MY WINDOWPANE ☆ ☆ ☆ WILL I EVER BE THE SAME AGAIN? ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
Well, that was a tough choice. She loved to walk outside while being acompanied by the various animal of the island, while doing a musical number, but, cars were so rare on this island, it would be like a privilege! Oh, why not. "Alright, you can drive me. I live at the Inn." She informed him. She had been asked to go live with her Grandmother a lot of times, but she had politely refuse every time. Living at the inn was the only way she could be close to her mother who still lived in her zombie-proof bunker. Funny how a simply chinese inn could have three of those..."Are you done changing?" She asked him, as she took a little peek.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 5:03 pm
Micah Boyé She had peeked just at the right time to see his exposed sexual organs... He chuckled to himself as he tucked himself into his newest pair of jeans, they were straight legs and a very dark blue almost purple, like the deep V-Neck he put on over his bare chest. "Sorry about that, unless you enjoyed it..." He said softly as he walked up to the girl and gave her a soft pat on the head, a sign of a form of affection, more of a sign of care for he knew she had a lot to look forward to, and he knew she wouldn't understand anything. He made his way slowly up the stairs, picking the gun up and tossing it onto his bed. Micah hurried into his Car, into the driver's seat and revved the engine as he got inside, the sound of the V6 engine would send girls in France fall to their knees in orgasmic admiration.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 5:15 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ALANIS LEBLANC
LIKE TINY GODS RESTING ON MY WINDOWPANE ☆ ☆ ☆ WILL I EVER BE THE SAME AGAIN? ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
Of course, Alanis blushed a little when she saw Micah wearing nothing. While it was still a nice view, it wasn't as good looking as he-who-shall-not-be-named. Not that he was alive anymore. She had made sure of it. "I've seen better" She said with a roll of her eyes and a shrug of her shoulders. Yet, the blush was still there. She made her way up the stairs and looked at the car. Unlike any girls from France, she wasn't impress by the cars. Big loud noisy things, they were.... still, useful to go somewhere fast. She climbed in the passenger side and waited to be driven home.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 6:00 pm
Micah Boyé Micah stepped on the gas pedal, taking off down the dirt road and heading towards the town, he kicked up speed every now and again. On the drive to the Inn Micah only looked at Alanis once, half giving her advice, half admiring her... figure. "I want you to know, Bad boy's aren't worth it; believe me... I know from experience, they bring about things that will only hurt you, and because you seem pretty innocent, I don't want to see you get hurt." He said in a very caring tone, while on the inside he pictured what she would look like naked, being filled by him, he was rather fond of the thought of taking another girl into his room, but he knew that this girl... she wouldn't be welcome as she is.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 6:47 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ALANIS LEBLANC
LIKE TINY GODS RESTING ON MY WINDOWPANE ☆ ☆ ☆ WILL I EVER BE THE SAME AGAIN? ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
"Oh, don't worry. I know. I was ust expecting you to become my second main love interest with whim Lucas would have had to fight in order to win me back at the end of the year." She said to him, rather mater-of-fact-y. That was usually the ultimate proof of true love, when you love interest was ready to give his life (or his turtle) for you. Well, it wasn't like she didn't already knew that Lucas was madly in love with her. She was just getting tired of always being the one to push him! She wanted him to take actions into his own hands... Oh leave her for Micah to become a gay couple. That could work too and it would be really cute. She could deal with that. As long as he didn't go back to his whore of an exgirlfriend current bestfriend Blair. Well, rumours had it that they had stopped seeing each other since she had had started seeing the blonde boy who worked at the cafeteria. All the beter. She could die for all Alanis cared... In fact, she had already tried to kill her three ties. She had just been lucky to survive all attempts. "You're looking at me weirdly..." She commented, noticing how Micah had looked at her. She couldn't peg what he was thinking.
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 11:26 pm
Micah Boyé Micah looked back towards the road before he answered. "Just admiring your figure," he said softly, he wasn't interested in the girl but he wasn't going to lie. She was rather attractive. He floored the peddle and took off through the town. They were gone in seconds, towards the inn.//exit//
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 4:01 pm
 TristⒶn Boyé "Anarchists are opposed to violence; everyone knows that. The main plank of anarchism is the removal of violence from human relations. It is life based on freedom of the individual, without the intervention of the gendarme. For this reason we are the enemies of capitalism which depends on the protection of the gendarme to oblige workers to allow themselves to be exploited-- or even to remain idle and go hungry when it is not in the interest of the bosses to exploit them. We are therefore enemies of the State which is the coercive violent organization of society." --Errico Malatesta Tristan walked his way back up the road and into the house, he saw Micah's clothes on the ground and sighed as he proceeded to clean up the mess left by his son. He simply tossed the clothes down the stairs and into the sub-floor. The gun still laid on Micah's bed and Tristan did not notice it, at the same time he put the dishes in the sink and began to wash them. To keep his clothes from getting stained by the water he removed his jacket, vest and shirt. His Dark red Tattoo was as present as ever.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 4:26 pm
After Beach Day a few days ago, Romane, of course, hadn't let the idea of an underhanded criminal go, as anyone who had seen Romane should know. She had spoken with Rachel on it numerous times, but each time the woman only brushed her off as being too paranoid. Not that she had said it like that, but Romane knew that was what she was trying to get at! Just because Rachel was naïve didn't mean Romane wouldn't go on with her duties as she should, which included inspecting every threat before they could do something horrible to the public. ..She almost hoped that he would do something, just so Romane could shove it into Rachel's and everyone's faces for doubting her theories.. Not one of her suspects had given her anything! She was starting to l- Oh, the door. Romane had made it to the man's house during her own musings and, now, all that was left was to knock. So, she did, with one hand going to her holster in preparation for something, anything, that could be amiss.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 4:37 pm
TristⒶn Boyé "Anarchists are opposed to violence; everyone knows that. The main plank of anarchism is the removal of violence from human relations. It is life based on freedom of the individual, without the intervention of the gendarme. For this reason we are the enemies of capitalism which depends on the protection of the gendarme to oblige workers to allow themselves to be exploited-- or even to remain idle and go hungry when it is not in the interest of the bosses to exploit them. We are therefore enemies of the State which is the coercive violent organization of society." --Errico Malatesta Hearing the knock at the door Tristan in a hurry placed the plate in the dishwasher and turned off the sink. He grabbed a washcloth and began to wash his hands as he made his way to the door. Washcloth still in hand and shirt still on the table in the kitchen Tristan opened up the door with a smile. "Hello how may I help you." He said before he realized it was a cop, (if she's in her uniform) His voice was soothing, seductive and soft. His eyes looked at Romane with a kindness while the structure of his eyes made him look rather intimidating. His Anarchy tattoo was pretty much in Romane's face, he was tall standing at 5'10" and his tanned body reflected only that of one whom worked out enough. But one could see with the surveying eye, places where he had been attacked, shot with been bag guns, and other obvious riot type weaponry. Just by the places that appeared tender, this was of course only noticeable to those looking for it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 5:43 pm
She released the grip she had on the handrail and climbed the few steps she had hopped down to return to her previous position, albeit a few inches back so she wasn't so close to the male. “Good afternoon, Mr. Boyé. I am Officer Romane Bissette and it would be beneficial if you could allow me to search your home.” She stated her purpose curtly, looking up at him evenly and blocking out the blaring red tattoo that continued to disturb her as best as she could. “Mayor Sonata has misplaced one of his pets and there is suspicion that the animal could potentially be in the area. It is known to be dangerous, so obtaining the animal as soon as possible is in everyone's best interest.” ..Blatant lie? Yes. But, it was necessary! Fear drove most to comply with her actions and it was believable to anyone who had been here long enough to see the mayor's choice in pets.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 7:33 pm
TristⒶn Boyé "Anarchists are opposed to violence; everyone knows that. The main plank of anarchism is the removal of violence from human relations. It is life based on freedom of the individual, without the intervention of the gendarme. For this reason we are the enemies of capitalism which depends on the protection of the gendarme to oblige workers to allow themselves to be exploited-- or even to remain idle and go hungry when it is not in the interest of the bosses to exploit them. We are therefore enemies of the State which is the coercive violent organization of society." --Errico Malatesta Great, this just proved it, he was going to have to find something to do. He knew this girl would look for anything to put him away, but he had something she did not. Persuasion, care and the grace of his French accent. "Yes, Gaston is that brute of a man whom parade's exotic animals like they are toys, he is a rather sad sight to call itself mayor, but of course; come in shall I get you something? Tea? soda? anything at all?" His voice was soft and sweet, it was his one ace in the hole, he had witnessed woman upon woman fall for him. Though he had never stumped to the level to use that against them, he was much kinder than people gave him credit. He had that certain, how could one say it. Moral standing that people took for granted. His black hair dangled a bit as he opened himself from the door lending a fluid movement of his hand to allow the woman inside, he knew this would either turn to be a great success or an unfortunate decline. Either way he had to play it cool, he had to stand with purpose, never let himself fall into the bad view of the law, not so quickly at least.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 11:33 pm
But, regardless, Romane cursed that accent for it's familiarity. It made it harder for her to focus on her original goal whenever he spoke. Hell, it was hard to keep her eyes off of him when he spoke. It wasn't until after he was done speaking simply on Gaston's shortcomings that she could look around the home. Simple. Nothing dangerous. Everything seemed to be in order. ..At first glance. “Coffee.” She answered quickly before glancing over to him in wait for him to leave to the kitchen, remaining still and composed opposite of him as she had after her first step into the home.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 12:04 am
TristⒶn Boyé "Anarchists are opposed to violence; everyone knows that. The main plank of anarchism is the removal of violence from human relations. It is life based on freedom of the individual, without the intervention of the gendarme. For this reason we are the enemies of capitalism which depends on the protection of the gendarme to oblige workers to allow themselves to be exploited-- or even to remain idle and go hungry when it is not in the interest of the bosses to exploit them. We are therefore enemies of the State which is the coercive violent organization of society." --Errico Malatesta "Of course Mademoiselle, do you have a preference? Vanilla, Mocha?" His voice was a purring kindness. He had never liked police officers, but he was now on a small island, he doubted this woman would be someone he had to watch out for. She was most likely just a woman doing her job, she probably could much well be like him, a person with a goal, with a reason to live. His was his son and Anarchy. Not all people could share that goal but hey beggars can't be choosers. He remembered his first run in with the police, he was but a child, he had stolen a child's money, a child older than him. Tristan was a sad and rather taken advantage of child. During his childhood he ran with the thugs out of the need for people to care for him. The thoughts of those days made him disgusted, but he stood there waiting for Romane to answer his soft sensual question.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:04 pm
Romane's head snapped back to his in attention, listening to his words carefully and dissecting them on reflex, but not in search of some sort of danger, more so in watch for a test. A question on what kind of coffee she would like, however, didn't seem like anything that could influence his view on her, whether it be in criticism or appraisal. She answered simply with the same quick, curt, yet clear tone of before, “Regular, black.” If she hadn't stopped herself, it could easily have been followed with a 'sir' – thankfully, Romane was more mindful than that. The tattoo was still in sight as a constant reminder of her reasons for being there at the corner of her eye. She stared at him evenly, hands at her sides in slight impatience for him to leave her alone. True, she had already been cleared access to the home in search for the 'animal', but she refused to do so while being watched. Chances were it would end like her Tepes' investigation had.
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