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 Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:43 pm
 ☆ . K a r a . L y n . O ' R e i l l e y . ☆ ☀ t h e . h e i r . t o . e m i ☀ ↘ ¤ ↘ ¤ ↘ ¤ ↘ ¤ ↘"These violent delights have violent ends
and in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume." ♥ • m u s i c » Cannonball by Damien Rice[ j u s t . p r e s s . p l a y . ▶ ] • o o c » could someone please answer this?
around what time is it in this role play?
i remember Saera moving it forward a little more
but i want to be sure. Arriving to the dining room, she grabbed a plate and began to make a sandwich on it, grabbing a couple slices of wheat bread and spreading honey mustard on both. Grabbing provolone cheese, she placed one slice on, including a couple slices of turkey, a tomato, lettuce, avocado, cucumbers, and some sprouts. Grabbing some chips and salsa, she picked up a bottle of water and followed after Meredith. "I wouldn't say I don't know how to eat, persay... But I do try to eat healthy as much as possible," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. Perhaps the habit had been picked up from her mother, who was a very healthy person. When she thought of her mother, she thought of a woman who enjoyed going for runs in the morning, taking her daily vitamins, eating salads and nicely cooked fish... Bland-tasting food that Kara had gotten used to over the years. Not to mention monthly cleansing with something her mom called the "Lemon Diet"... Lemon juice, maple syrup, water, and cayenne pepper, mixed together, and drunk for ten days straight with no food, drinking, or smoking.
But now she was here, and although her mother wasn't watching, she still ate healthy... Or at least, she would try to. When she went home, she wouldn't want to get bombarded with "Fat" comments about how her stomach had grown. Her mother had a strange fondness for saying those kinds of things, too. As they walked back to the room, she thought a moment, biting her lip a little. "Well, how should I act? I mean... Is there an appropriate way to act on a date? Things I shouldn't do or say?" she asked curiously. . . . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . . .    
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:29 pm
☆☆☆☆I stand in the rain for one simple reason...  Gwen smiled as she weeved through traffic. She looked around and slowed down a bit. She then smelt the ocean and smiled. She parked her bike and grabbed her bag. She pulled off her heels and placed them in her bag. She walked through the sand listening to her Ipod. The smell of the ocean and sand soothed her. She arrived to a small rock formation and sat down next to it. She leaned up against and rested....That way no one can see me crying...☆☆☆☆
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 8:13 am
 Ezio Giordano de Roma
"It was the red one that for anyone over the age of forty would be a midlife crisis mobile but for us its something desirable in America." Ezio looked to Lori, he had grown somewhat used to this type of music so it didn't bother him. Go into one Sweedish underground club, you hear a lot of the same types of music. Heh, its been awhile since I heard them, not since I took my week of madness in Sweden's underground." He laughed and relaxed a bit not realizing the blonde grey eyed girl next to him was from Sweden. "The car suggests British, the confidence suggests German no accent, the body and hair.. Your either from Norway, Holland, or Sweden. Leaning towards the Norse or Swish." He suggested trying to figure her out more. OOC: I'd say about 1-3 Monet.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 10:18 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 1:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 3:53 pm
☆☆☆☆I stand in the rain for one simple reason... Gwen opened her eyes and saw the waves crashing against the shore. She smiled softly and looked up at the sky. She stood up and walked to the waves. She let the water caress her toes and sighed softly. "I do miss this place" she said softly. She walked back to her bike and pulled on her shoes. She mounted her bike and sped down the highway to find someplace to eat.
Moments later she came to a Cafe. She smiled softly and parked her bike. She grabbed her bag and walked inside. The smell of fresh coffee and pastires floated around her. She smiled and walked up the front and ordered a latte with a giant banana walnut muffin. She sat down and sipped at her latte and began eating her muffin....That way no one can see me crying...☆☆☆☆
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 3:58 pm
Ezio Giordano de Roma
Ezio looked to her and smiled. Heh, my father is CEO of Giorgio Armani and sorry about before, I was trying to figure out if I could guess your nationality, the others have been easier to guess on. He stated and shrugged off her slight look to her. "And as for your goal.... your father is the fifth wealthiest man, and you want to be number one? Far be it me to judge if you want to be the richest man in the world." He teased a bit trying to let her into his humor with something she probably didn't catch.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 4:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 4:32 pm
☆ . K a r a . L y n . O ' R e i l l e y . ☆ ☀ t h e . h e i r . t o . e m i ☀ ↘ ¤ ↘ ¤ ↘ ¤ ↘ ¤ ↘"These violent delights have violent ends
and in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume." ♥ • m u s i c » Cannonball by Damien Rice[ j u s t . p r e s s . p l a y . ▶ ] • o o c » ah, thank you lance ^^ "You think so?" she asked as they entered Kara's room, and she motioned that Meredith could sit where ever she wanted to. "I mean, I don't really know who I am... Because I seem to act like different people when I'm around different people," Kara explained as she took a bite of her sandwich, plopping onto her bed, her water bottle next to her. "But, I guess you're right... Jon asked me to go to dinner with him for a reason... I just, feel like I'm trying to be someone different than usual. I don't usually wear nice dresses or heels... And I mean, a nice dinner kind of requires that kind of attire, does it not?" she asked as she picked up her bottle of water and took a sip from it.
Hearing Meredith's compliments, she smiled, giggling a little. "Sweetie, you're just as pretty, just as funny, and just as nice as I am. You have nothing to worry about," she said with a nod of her head as she began eating once more. . . . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . . .
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 5:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 5:15 pm
Nathaniel Creasants... Nathaniel turned up seeing as the nationality conversation over. It annoyed him, and he saw how Lora was slightly irritated by Ezio. Well, if Neither I or Ezio seem to be her type... And me and Ezio are pretty different. Maybe She is gay.
"Creasants." Nathan announced quietly, "I am craving Creasants right now." He turned his head towards the door realizing it was the kitchen door. For some reason he was being very observent, and his stomach was regaining it's sanity.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 5:19 pm
Ezio Giordano de Roma
Ezio looked over to Lori and laughed at the thought of her as a man. "You didn't kick me out of your car for that one, I'm impressed, we'll get along just fine." He teased as he got out of the car with her. "No worries, I'll be a perfectly noble scounderal. He teased before he entered behind Lori ad heard her call to her Gran-dad, it made sense why she wouldn't talk about its name or location, and the manners and respect. "Ah now I see why you want us in good behavior." Ezio smirked before sitting down across from Lori, and turned to the old man. "If you don't mind me asking, what is on today's menu, sir?" He spoke politely and in perfect French, though sadly still with his Italian accent.(though I can't so I won't bother translating or finding it.) OOC: Anytime Monet!
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 5:31 pm
 ○ ● ○ ● ○ Lora Kamprad ○ ● ○ ● ○ But you know me as the princess of Ikea. I'm listening to [▶]
Lori looked at Ezio for minute only after a few seconds did she realize what he was thinking, she laughed and patted the table in front of him.
"No, no. He's not- I'm not related to him. I just, well I showed up here yesterday for lunch, then for dinner, then this morning for breakfast, and We've gotten to know each other, I told him my situation and He's sympathetic to my cause."
Lora explained to her new friend. The old man was not family, she just found him charming and lovable. Lori had a soft spot for older gentlemen. Nothing romantic, just a admiration that was hard to reproduce. The old man looked at Ezio and listed off a few things he had already made but shrugged after he was done saying that he could make pretty much anything if the boy wanted it.
"Ah, Gran-dad, Can I have a bowl of that? It smells good, and my friend here would like a pastry. Do you have crescents?"
The man shook his head and Lori looked and Nathaniel. She frowned. then looked back at the man.
"Do you have any pastry's like a crescent? "
The man pulled a covered bowl from behind the counter and opened it showing Lori a collection of a half dozen or so Raised bread rolls. He asked if they would do and Lori nodded smiling.
"That looks great, I'll have one with my soup too please."
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 5:36 pm
Guienevere Luna Averus ☆☆☆☆I stand in the rain for one simple reason... Gwen finished eating as she stood up. She grabbed her latte and walked out of the cafe. She walked to her bike and mounted it. She pu her drink in the cup holder and drove off. She sped down a familar street. She let a sad smiled grace her features as she parked her bike in the drive way. She walked up the steps and opened the door. She peaked in and saw that the whole place was deserted like she had hoped. "Le toucher tellement sage à s'ennuyer de sa famille" She said to herself. She walked to the living room and looked around. She closed her eyes remembering the time she and her parents sat here just to relax like a family. She smiled sadly and walked to the back yard where a part of the beach was sectioned off. She sat on her favorite rock and looked out at the ocean....That way no one can see me crying...☆☆☆☆
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 6:20 pm
Nathaniel He gave a devilish look at Lora as she corrected his French incorrectly. Although he imagined that she thoguht he was trying to speak to her Grandfather. Which he was not, He was consdering getting drunk the moment he got home. This b***h Lora was driving him Crazy, Lora. Had ruined his Lunch with Ezio.
Nathan Turned up and spoke, Moderate French. "Could I have Lobster Bisque and Perhaps... Some Panzanella? And Yes, The Creseants would be nice." He looked at Lora in minor disgust as he said Creseants. Nathan grew a bit of a smile thinking of the delicious food though. He turned to Ezio and licked his lips in appeal, "This is gonna be good. I'm looking forward to it."
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