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 Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 7:26 pm
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 7:55 pm
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 8:33 pm
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Alistaire made no effort to stop the girl from leaving, nor did he attempt to do more than acknowledge her hasty goodbyes with a slight nod in her direction. She had run off awfully quickly, he saw, but considering that most of Alistaire's attention was focused on Harland at the present moment, it was barely noticed.
He could not think of a single thing to say that was not you idiot, so he remained silent for several long moments, just watching Harland who was watching the floor as though it were something to be studied, his expression distant. Alistaire's stomach was twisting with nerves, anxiety rippling up and down his spine because too many people too many people and he had just - he had blurted it out -
"I thought," said Alistaire evenly, his voice quite calm, though his tone was low so that only Harland would be able to hear, "that we had an understanding, Mr. Belle." His cheeks were flushed, red creeping across them. "That what I do - that what we do - in my room is considered private."
Too many people.
Too much too much too much -
Humiliation was a terrible emotion. Alistaire tamped down on it and gave a little sigh. There would be no reaching out to Harland, most definitely not in a public place where people could see, but he turned towards him, his eyes flickering slightly. "I consider it no one else's business but ours."
His hands had started to tremble again. He curled them into fists in his pockets, hidden from view from the rest of the world, Alistaire's tone subdued.
"Why is that girl so important to you?" he asked. "And what exactly are you doing in this...pageant...thing? I don't understand what exactly it is."
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"I think my pride was left somewhere back in that Haunted House, so I'd be okay with you carrying me," said Ian as they made their way to the training fields, Ian relaxing back into his chair. He flicked his gaze towards Shiloh, a devilish grin tugging at his lips.
"Does that make you my prince, then?" he asked innocently, but they had come into view of the field, and Ian could see people crowded around - several whom he knew, and one in particular that he didn't really care to see. Alistaire was given a sideways glance, but Ian said nothing to his brother, instead lifting a bandaged hand and waving to Oliver.
"The Terrible Two aren't bullying you too badly, are they?" he asked conversationally, with a nod of his head towards Ripley and Finn, the latter of whom he carefully avoided eye contact. "Oliver, you know Shiloh, right? Shiloh, Oliver?"
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 8:41 pm
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 9:01 pm
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Harland watched Lilac flee with a heavy sigh and a sad smile. It seemed to snap him out of whatever he was stuck in, though. He shrugged one shoulder, as if saying Guess it can't be helped. He'd gone out on a limb by admitting they were both important to him aloud. It had pretty much backfired in the worst way he could have thought. Oh well. It would get better. He'd felt this low before, and he'd likely feel it again.
Alistaire didn't mean it. He was just scared. "All I told her was that you're important to me," Harland said, defending what he'd actually said. "I didn't even touch you," he said, more quietly, trying not to let the sadness infect his eyes as well as his smile.
"Say that I told someone I'd only kiss them, an' no one else," he said, looking away again, "An' say I was someone's secret, but I knew it an' I'd never admit as much to a livin' soul no matter how much it hurt me that it seemed like I was a source of shame? Hypothetically speakin'," he said.
"Say all of that was true. I'd keep my word, like I always do, an' no one'd hear of it from me," he finished. "She was a friend to me when I thought I had none," he explained, "An' she generally brightens up my day. Can't be helped, but it's not quite the same an' all."
Harland ran a hand through his sunny hair, looking suddenly exhausted. "Thought it'd be fun. Maybe they'll let me withdraw," he said. "Sorry I brought ye all the way out here an' all. Sometimes I think..." He couldn't bear to finish his sentence. Sometimes, I think it would be nice to do things together out in public, because he knew better. It's not even like he forgot, because he could never forget, he just kept being an optimist at the memories and imagining that he could rewrite it so that they were happy.
"Sorry. Ye don't have t' stay," he said, quietly, smiling at Alistaire as best he could. He had just wanted to share something with him, but he didn't hold it against him that he was upset and out of his element. |
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 9:08 pm
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Miss Deus Ex.
Miss. Deus. Ex.
For a moment, Kylee could only stare transfixed in horror at the message from an anonymous sender that was on her phone. When she had signed up for the Academy, she certainly hadn't been expecting a pageant to emerge from the depths of a place where they were basically learning about monster hunting.
"You should join." Akila purred in her mind, and Kylee groaned out loud, burying her face in her scarf. "No!"
"Oh please, you prude."
"I'm not a--!!!" It took a few minutes of pacing back and forth and her weapon attempting to convince her in her mind to at least go check the competition out, plus some twitter conversation, that Kylee Chang finally decided to go take a peek; not for the competition, but just to see exactly what was going on.
There were already others milling about there. The Asian girl found herself walking extremely slowly up to the table; no one could see the mental struggle she was having that consisted of her wanting to just walk away from it all, and Akila telling her to flaunt what she had.
Finally, she reached the table, and simply stared down at the forms before her. One thing stood out in particular, and did not help the color of her face; already flushed from embarrassment.
Porn star name.
Porn. Star. Name.
Kylee looked like she wanted to bolt and flee immediately.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 9:45 pm
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Alistaire felt like a rubber band stretched too thin; one wrong move and he would snap, the tension in his shoulders making him stand stiffly beside Harland as though he were a robot. But the sadness in Harland's eyes diffused some of the tension, Alistaire's intense dislike of most of the popularity seemingly on hold for this one person that he still couldn't figure out.
Why, out of everyone, was Harland Leander Belle so different?
Alistaire's face was crimson now, and he was grateful for the fact that most around them seemed to preoccupied to notice the flustered way in which he shifted his feet, clenching and unclenching his shaking fingers in the safety of his pockets.
"Hypothetically speaking," he said, "the assumption that you are a source of shame would be incorrect. Assumptions do nothing but cause misaligned and misdirected theories without a proper basis. Hypothetically speaking," Alistaire continued, his tone low, and though his face was still flushed, he was looking at Harland with a great deal of muted intensity. "That person that you speak of has already made up his mind. He needs you."
And he wants to kiss you, was the unspoken thought, Alistaire turning away from Harland at last to look out at the rest of the people milling about. He didn't comment on the girl, instead saying, "I'm already out here; I might as well stay. Besides..."
His gaze flickered towards Harland, a faint smirk on Alistaire's face.
"It might prove to be interesting. I hear one of the contestants is an Irish cowboy."
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 9:55 pm
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 10:00 pm
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 10:28 pm
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Bashshar was pretty sure that he had made a solid life decision by joining Deus Ex the moment he received the mass text. Okay, no place could be bad if they were holding beauty pageants with the suspicious implications that they just wanted to see hot bods everywhere. He already had no intention of joining himself, even if the prize money was incredibly tempting to the trainee. A little tempting, but alas, Bas wasn't going to bite the bait, or even nibble at it.
Kanbo was already berating him suggesting that this was a terrible way to spend his time - but then again, she thought that everything fun he did was just wasting 'precious' time.
He was starting to be able to ignore her, but he already knew that it was going to be a finely tuned art, pretending not to hear a weapon that literally spoke to him in his head. The mental connection was kind of cool, sort of trippy, and definitely bothersome. Bashshar was about to take a seat down in the spectator stands when he saw Kylee shuffling up through the line.
That was interesting - he hadn't actually pegged her as the type of person who would enter a beauty pageant. Well, kudos to her! He sidetracked himself away from his destination, instead walking up alongside the small line until he came up to Kylee... just as the girl was staring flushed at the sign-up sheet.
"So you're joining?" He didn't quite realize it, but he was probably unintentionally trapping her into the action of signing up for the event. "You'd probably do pretty well." He kind of hoped she won - maybe she'd take pity on him and split some of the prize money. His basement room was so bare it looked as if it were uninhabited. Thankfully, no one had yet made the mistake of thinking no one lived in his little cellar-like room.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 11:06 pm
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 11:13 pm
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 11:16 pm
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Five thousand could go a long way toward repairing a house in desperate need of such. But in all honesty, this was revenge against all the pageants she'd gotten disqualified from time and again over bullshit excuses. Oh sure there was fire damage but nobody had gotten hurt. And that judge had totally had it coming he was lucky she didn't sue his a**. But this time it was Deus, where fires and fights, and the occasion compromising position didn't matter.
Quote: NAME: America Jones
SEXINESS: Off the charts. I'm ******** algebra n s**t.
SMARTNESS: Damn right.
YOUR TALENT: Singing while twirling flaming batons and doing cartwheels and flips n s**t. At the same time. And also everything else I put my mind to. Except maybe drawing.
THINGS YOU LIKE: Konstantin. Peyton. Tubadiah. Money.
YOUR PORN STAR NAME: Independent Lee
Offering a wink to both Cee and Maebe, America dropped off her form and went straight for the tiny, adorable twosome with the box of glasses, practically cooing as she reached them.
"So what this I hear about candy and cute pictures, hm?"
nio love would totally co-sign all maebe's claims
iloveyoudie possibly pinched cee's a**
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 11:19 pm
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