Wait... SAORISE WAS A MOM?! Ceres hadn't known that much until now. Or... maybe Saorise did tell her but she forgot? Who knows, but whatever the case may be, it was surprising info, nonetheless. Actually, thinking more on it, it definitely wasn't a rare case. As long as the two had been alive, it was more surprising that the Dryad was never engaged too/ had children of her own at this age. Sure, there were times that she was smitten with someone, but... she didn't know... The romance never lasted long enough for marriage to even be considered. Whatever! She was more than happy now! Hearing her companion's reassuring words, Ceres felt a bit better about the whole thing. She definitely wasn't as nervous... at least in this moment. " Yeah, maybe I'll talk more about it with him tonight. He's been married before... although his "wives" were more like slave owners, but that's besides the case! " Ugh, she had to shake her head off of the topic. Just thinking about his wives made her blood boil a bit, but she did her best to not show her irritation in front of Saorise. " If we decided to have a ceremony, even if it's small, I want you to be in it! What do they call them again? Maid Brides? Erm... or is it Bridesmaids? "
"Willing zombies walk the streets Golden age, dead century Brothers, sisters, lovers, wh*res Casualties of long and lost wars Dead. dead. dead We're a degeneration Get it on The same old song Everyday it will be the same Listen to the song that still remains Under violent clouds we break No time for healing again and again"
Saorise☥O'Crom
Her words seemed to do the trick, so that meant there was going to be an irate drow gunning for her neck. That was always a reassuring feeling. "I dannae what they be called, but even if it means I'm yer maid, I would do it. Fer a day. Fer ye." If Drizyrr's past wives had been that horrible, then it was likely he wasn't going to have much input on the wedding. Likely, all he would care about is that they were together and he felt safe. That was a terrifying way to live, and she couldn't even imagine what it must have been like for him. Now that the wedding jitters were settled for now, Saorise had a question she was just burning to ask. For anyone else, it would have been too awkward, but Saorise was bold, and Ceres was her dear friend, so she felt she could risk it. "If I be asking too much, just tell me, but...I'm curious. Ye two planning on settling down? Maybe getting in the family way? Just curious. Always interesting to see what others like us plan to do." Actually, it would have been really cute if they both got pregnant at the same time, but the likelihood of that was minimal, and it might make Ceres feel like Saorise was crowding in on her special moment. Though at the same time, it might make Ceres a bit more reassured to know there was someone else going through the same thing as her at the same time. Either way was fine with her.
"Another mother's breakin' Heart is takin' over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme Since nineteen-sixteen In your head, in your head, they're still fightin' With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their guns In your head, in your head, they are dyin'"
At the bar sat a young man waving good bye to a woman he barely got to know, his time spent chatting with her also spent sharing a single drink. While the lad was here to check out the competition in service and drinks he began relaxing and hearing out the song which softly strum along to a smooth beat. It let the lad think about his current condition and think well of how he was to regain his memories. An actual flood of ideas came to mind thanks to the calming rhythmic music but funny enough this sudden epiphany of good ideas left him staring and spacing out into his delicious glass of French Connection; It having sat so still the glass was sweating from the melting ice within.
Company:: No one in particular Clothing:: Today's outfit Feeling:: Inspired Condition:: Healthy Location:: Wallet:: 3,531$ Items:: Fake I.D, Grendel P30, Prepaid cellphone and his car
┏┉┄┈┈┈┈┈⌣̊┈̥-̶̯͡ ː̗̀ǁ Slowly walking into the Captain's Deck, Shula couldn't help but look around at the bar she had just entered. It was different from what she was expecting, but it was a good different in her eyes. With a slight smile, the female began walking towards the bar where she took a seat, across the way from a man who was wearing a hat. She decided to order an electric lemonade, which happened to be one of their alcoholic drinks, and waited as it was being made. The slowly jazzy songs that were playing in the air made Shula relax, minute by minute and want to dance on the dance floor, but with the way her foot was, the orange hair female knew it would be a bad idea. Heck even wearing the heels she was wearing today was a horrible decision on her part. ǁː̖́┈̥-̶̯͡⌣̊┈┈┈┈┈┉┓
┈⌣̊┈̥-̶̯͡ ː̗̀ǁ Location: The Captain's Deck ┈⌣̊┈̥-̶̯͡ ː̗̀ǁ Feeling: Annoyed as well as Relaxed ┈⌣̊┈̥-̶̯͡ ː̗̀ǁ Thoughts: Bad decision on my part to wear heels. ┈⌣̊┈̥-̶̯͡ ː̗̀ǁ Wearing: Outfit ┈⌣̊┈̥-̶̯͡ ː̗̀ǁ OOC:
Lord Hedo
Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2019 3:28 pm
Ryan Martinez Torrez
Things went smoothly and quiet as Ryan sat and relaxed to music and drink. His second round was that of a Black Russian and it mixed well with the mood, and it was there he saw her enter the place. She made her way with a soft sort of swagger with lights accentuating her warmly inviting sunrise hair. As she sat across the bar from him he turned his gaze as not to stare. He didn't wish to be rude, or a creep, and so kept swaying his foot to the swing of the song.
Something he noticed by the end of his drink, as he places down the empty glass from his sip, was that the woman from before seemed restless. She moved a little to the beat and anxious moving legs gave away her desire to dance. He overheard the woman order an electric lemonade. With his tab now up Ryan calmly paid for his current drinks and then told the bartender he'd be paying for the lady's electric lemonade while also asking him to slide an extra one over, since he'd be joining her soon.
Ryan also asked for a pen from the bartender which sounded odd at first but was given anyway. With a thanks Ryan took of his hat and quickly wrote his number on the inside, sliding the pen back to the man before getting up and making his way to the restroom. A wash of the hands later Ryan returned, perhaps in time for the drinks to have been done, and saunter his way to the other side of the bar; a calm swagger as he took a seat next to the well dressed woman.
"Hi, how you doing?" He opened up calmly with a soft but warm smile. "You enjoying the music tonight? They pair well with the drinks they've got here."
Company:: Orange haired beauty Clothing:: Today's outfit Feeling:: Confident and bold Condition:: Healthy Location:: Wallet:: 3,531$ Items:: Fake I.D, Grendel P30, Prepaid cellphone and his car
Just as Ryan had sat down and was getting going to try speaking to the woman at the bar a text came through. With the phone vibrating in his pocket Ryan excused himself from the lady for a second, keeping his butt in his seat, and then turning to the side to check his cellphone. The screen read a number he hadn't recognized but the words were clear. The person knee him, apparently, and while maybe not wise of him Ryan would play along with the text.
From: Ryan Yeah, I've got time. I'll meet you at the bench near the pound in the park. See ya there!
With his text sent Ryan would turn to the woman at the bar and kindly speak. "Hope you enjoy your night." Leaving his hat accidentally at the bar the young Latino man takes his leave of the place with his order of electric lemonade being given to the woman along with her drink; both drinks paid for as Ryan drove off to Soleil Park.
Company:: no one Clothing:: Today's outfit Without hat Feeling:: Confident and bold Condition:: Healthy Location:: In his car Wallet:: 3,531$ Items:: Fake I.D, Grendel P30, Prepaid cellphone and his car
Oliver jogged up to the door of the burlesque bar from his car, using his jacket for cover. The rain was starting to lessen, but that didn't mean it still wasn't raining like mad. A boom of thunder caused the older man to look over his should and up to the sky for a moment, before finally slipping into the warm establishment. Who knew a coastal town could have such crazy weather! Although, he wouldn't know to much about it because he had never lived in one before. Boy, was he learning! Shaking out his jacket as he let if fall back to his shoulders, he silently greeted a waitress and bartender with a friendly wave as he took up a seat at the bar. There weren't to many people around because of the storm, but the place had a comfortable buzz in the air. "Bourbon on the rocks, please," he ordered when the bartender came up to him. Straightening as the music changed, his amber eyes moved to the stage to see a show about to start. The lights dimmed low, spotlight on the navy curtains, what little crowd there was went dead silent; everyone was waiting with anticipation for what stood behind the curtains. Everyone that is, for the employees.
Running calloused hands through his damp hair, it slicked back in compliance with his motion. "Ah, thanks," Oliver whispered as drink was placed in front of him. Picking up the glass at the rim, he took a sip and smacked his lips together in satisfaction. He knew Bourbon was best served neat, but he liked his drinks cold, no matter what they were; except maybe coffee. Leaning against the bar, Oliver watched as the curtains flew aside and a lovely woman walked out on stage. Once again the tempo of the music changed and she began dancing her routine. He smiled as he watched, entertained and impressed. While he patiently waited for his blind date, he could enjoy the show. Amber eyes skimmed over the crowd; where they here before him perhaps?
Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2019 6:28 pm
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"Here love, fancy a bag'a chips?" "Sure we had a whale of a time!"
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Stevie is not feeling confident once so ever. Her dating experience is limited to say the least, meaning she has not dated much. She can only remember ever doing it twice in her lifetime and both of them did not go so well. Both times she can blame herself for. It usually starts with her arriving late, which is definitely going to happen on this date as well. At least this time she can blame the weather for this. Being an ocean creature, this storm ought to make her feel more at home based on her experiences with storms like the one happening today. However, once her body is soaked, she transforms into her true self, and she does not have much clothing for her true form, much less flattering dresses for a date. Its best to go with her human form and wardrobe for the first date. However, should she come into contact with enough water to soak her, she will bring something to cover herself. Her dress would not survive the transformation and she has no idea how her date would respond to her Atlantean form. She packed a beach bag with several items, including a stretchable sports bra, stretchable yoga pants, five water bottles, and a towel. The clothes and the towel are way too big for her human body, which may seem odd to her date assuming he or she inquire about it. In addition to the weather slowing her down and making her extra careful about not getting wet before arriving to The Captain's Deck, she also spent more time than she intended picking out an outfit to wear for the date. Should she go formal, casual, or semi-formal was one of the thoughts going through Stevie's mind. In the end, she ended up picking a form fitting black dress and matching mid heels. Hopefully the Captain's Deck is not a fast food place. The last thing she needs is to look entirely out of place. With her dress on, a bit of mascara, beach bag slung over her shoulder and an umbrella so wide that there is little chance that she will get wet, she made her way to her car and drove to the Captain's Deck.
According to the information provided to her, she is suppose to meet someone named Oliver. Even though she has not been on this island that long, she believes she met someone with that name prior to today. It could not be the same person she is thinking about, but she will find out as soon as she gets to the Captain's Deck. Upon arrival and after safely navigating through the rain with protection from her umbrella, she is relieved to find out that the Captain's Deck is not a fast food joint and that her choice of outfit for the date is not outside the norm. However, she did not expect the place to be a jazz lounge. There are some women dancing on stage, going with the flow of music. If she were to sum up her thoughts about the place, it is like a classier version of an Irish pub with female dancers. Her eyes searched for whoever and wherever her date is. As she looked around, her eyes caught someone familiar. Where has she seen this person? Wait...Oliver...Oliver...she has seen this man at Taste of Italy. She is suppose meet an Oliver today...perhaps he is the one she is supposed to meet. At the risk of embarrassing herself, she walked over to the bar where he sat and said,
"Um...are you Oliver? My name is Stevie. You might have been waiting for me. If so, I apologize for being late."
///BASICINFORMATION
NAME ▲ [Stevie Collins]
AGE ▲ [23]
GENDER ▲ [Female]
EYE COLOR ▲ [Green/Purple]
HAIR COLOR ▲ [Red/Blonde]
HAIR LENGTH ▲ [Shoulders]
HEIGHT ▲ [5’5/7’2]
WEIGHT ▲ [130/250 lbs]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ▲ [Pansexual]
ETHNICITY ▲ [Irish]
/("Sit down there and relax while I go wet the tea.")▲▼("Look at you there, happy out leaping about the place.")
This is Me | My Occupation: Professional Servant/Bodyguard | Am I taken?: Not yet~ Do I have a preference?: Men | I am feeling: Nervous | Who am I with?: No one of note | Where am I?: Lune Beach - Captain's Deck | My Wallet's status?: $987 ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ $1000 | My basilisk form?: Here! | My Voice?: This | OOC: So sorry for the delay, school work has been keeping me occupied.
Dates...a very foreign topic to the workaholic. Considering that his previous relationship was completely a secret, dates were not something he had the luxury of. His appetite also contributed to that fact. And his stomach gave a resounding agreement as it growled loudly. He had a three course meal and a candy that the neighbor so kindly gave him, yet he was still hungry.
He looks out towards the beach that was nearby, his hand closing around the little note card with his opening question he was supposed to answer. He could practically feel the drool wanting to come out as his stomach growled once more. He could just...maybe...go for a quick swim and consume a couple whales to hold him over for about an hour right? Ah no...that might alert someone to his presence. He wasn't exactly hard to spot with how huge he was. He would have to go really far out, which just might make him late on his date. Resisting the urge to do whatever he pleased, the leviathan sighed and looked back at the bar before making his way inside.
Bars were not...really his scene. So when he saw that he was going to be here, he wasn’t sure how to take it. A foreign concept of dating paired with the foreign location. This was not the usual for him at all. Not...that he was judging or anything but...was this supposed to be one of those...bars where people um...danced for entertainment? Why would this be a first date spot? His previous employer probably would have never come to a place like this. "Robin Averon...hmm.."
As he took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink and some chicken strips that might fill him up even a little, he wondered about what kind of person his date was.
--:::------::------------------->⛥<--------------------::------:::--- Where: Captain's Deck With: Strangers, Makoto? Age: 18 Orientation: Gay || Single Status: On a blind date, apparently Address: 1120 Etoile --:::------::------------------->⛥<--------------------::------:::--- Robin sighed as he walked over the beach to get to the Captain's Deck. He hadn't even been able to mentally prepare for today. The feline had had no idea that he was signed up for this until this same morning. His father rang his doorbell unholy early which had already made the Nekojin wonder. It had woken him up, he had expected no visitors. Let alone his father with whom he had a slightly tricky relationship with now. They used to be pretty tight, but over the years that had changed pretty drastically. Since the man was at his door, Robin couldn't do much else but follow what he was told. And he was certain his father had known that, which was exactly why he had done it. It annoyed Robin who was of age already and didn't need his father ruling his life any longer.
Yet here he was, on his way to the blind date as he pondered what this would bring. Still, even the feline knew that the one he was meeting couldn't help what had been done to him so Robin might as well give it a go. The nekojin sprung from his thoughts when he heard the unmistakable sounds of the bar already which were clear as day with his sense of hearing. Like the sound of glasses put on tables or bars and the music. Robin looked up and ahead towards the bar, his ears forward just a tad to pick up more sounds. Still since he didn't know this Makoto he was unable to recognize them in the wave of sounds.
Just how was he supposed to find them anyway? All he had was a name. Not what they were or how they looked or even as much as species to look for. Since he couldn't do much about that he walked into the building and looked around to see if he spotted anyone sitting alone who might be waiting for someone or something. Failing that he moved to the bar and ordered some soda before he looked at the people at the bar. At first it didn't look like the one he was looking for would be here but then he noticed the young man who was holding a card that looked suspiciously a lot like the one his father had been reading the feline his location and question from. Well that at least avoided a long, tiring search! When he was given the soda, Robin walked towards the blond at the bar.
They at least looked pretty good. That could really have gotten down on his day with this forced dating activity if they hadn't. Not that he was that shallow, but it helped to have a pretty face around. When he was near the male, the nekojin made a small sound to let them know he was there, it wouldn't do to scare them after all, and lifted a hand in greeting. "Is your name Makoto by any chance?" he asked and smiled. He might as well make the best of it now they were both here. And perhaps they would get along at the very least. If nothing else came from it they could at least have spent a nice time at the bar.
