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 Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 5:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 5:44 pm
 Ezio Giordano de Roma
Ezio smiled softly as he felt Lora kiss his cheek and the smile happy birthday she gave him. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and texted her a message really quickly, using her business card for her cell.
"Thank you Lora, for making my morning memorable, really... thank you." He sent her that before he put on a shirt and went back into the window. His stomach started to growl and he started to laugh.
"Damn I really need coffee and something to eat... should I brave breakfast here, or head out for a meal..." He pondered as he stepped out of the window and locked the door behind him. Looking out his window he smirked and jumpped down and out of his window to land on the soft grass below, he had always loved how he learned to fall and displace his weight by simply rolling as he hit the ground for short falls. Taking his keys he hand he was going to the garage and after getting breakfast he was going to head to the beach again, maybe the woodlands, he needed a little time to think to himself.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 1:43 am
 ☆ . 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 » Yellow by Jem[ j u s t . p r e s s . p l a y . ▶ ] • o o c » - e m p t y - The coffee shop was the same one she had been going to since the start of her time here. She realized, on her first day, that she had found a promising one, because they made her Cafe Mocha beautifully. She liked the sweet drinks, after all... Even with a dash of peppermint here and there. It reminded her of Christmas... Her favorite time of the year. And so, it was no surprise that she would order a large Cafe Peppermint Mocha, with an extra shot of espresso. With that came the usual breakfast sandwich. Picking up her things, she found an empty table off to the corner near the window, and took to sitting on the side that had an ocean view. She liked the morning colors in the sky, and she sighed, taking a sip of her beverage.
Being in her sweatpants and sweatshirt made her feel as if she were home again. The fact of the matter was, she felt as if she always had to look good when she was around anyone from the mansion. After all, what kind of millionaire would wear crap? It would seem people there were into fashion. She paused, thinking a moment. Ezio would be into fashion, would he not? Being a model and all... Kara sighed and sipped from her drink once more. It was lucky, perhaps, that she would unlikely bump into him at that cafe, seeing as she had never seen him there before. Just because she was a creature of habit, Kara made the assumption everyone was. She figured that, by now, everyone would have their usual spots. This cafe, was hers. A place she could get away...
Sitting up in her chair, she began to eat, pulling over a nearby newspaper, flipping through it, her poor French being little use to her... . . . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . . .     look at the s t a r s
look how they s h i n e for you
and e v e r y t h i n g you do
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 10:47 am
Ezio Giordano de Roma
Ezio went to his car and smirked a bit, opening the trunk he pulled out a Fedora and slipped it on his head, he was wearing a simple plain white t-shirt and knee high faded blue jeans, with a pair of dark sunglasses. He was part society man, part blue collar worker, to some they might think he was walking around as a model but he was just being himself as he started his car and drove off at regular speed towards a place to eat, at first he thought of going to Lora's place off the beach, but he felt a bit awkward going there at first without her. That and as much as he liked her he wanted to take a step back from her, he was getting too physical with her already and he didn't want to start that right off the bat. He had a balance with Meredith of mental and physical, and Kara was mental with tiny bits of physical.
At least that's all what he thought and then found himself at a little coffee shop. It was the one he stumbled upon earlier where he got to know Kara more and their mini-date at the dress shop. He went up to the counter and ordered a Mocha Latte with espresso, whipped cream and a shot of vanilla. Also a bagel with butter just because he could finally have butter when he wasn't modeling. After he paid for it he stood against the side of the counter where he would pick up the latte and he took off his sunglasses. He stared out and looked at door with a pensive, deep in thought look. He hadn't noticed Kara was sitting in a corner reading the newspaper. OOC: Hey Saera just a thought, but assuming Time Flies comes back. We have 4 active women, and 3 active men. May I suggest.... we attempt to get back a dude from the originals, or bring in a new one and then just leave it as the four and four.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 11:36 am
☆ . 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 » Yellow by Jem[ j u s t . p r e s s . p l a y . ▶ ] • o o c » - e m p t y - Putting the newspaper down, she sighed and closed it up, finally giving up on trying to make what little French she knew, work for her. What she had read about, however, was interesting enough for her... And it had pertained to the entertainment section... Of course. There were a few small shows she read about, little indie bands, that were playing around the city in small clubs, and she had put reminders in her phone as to when and where they were... So that she might catch one.
Finishing up her breakfast, she took another sip, looking around the cafe. To her surprise, and partial dread, her eyes fell upon none other than Ezio. For a moment, she felt her eyes widen in shock, and she quickly placed the cup down, running a hand through her partially messy hair. Glancing at him once more, she noted the way in which he stood... A sort of elegance showed through. Well, that, and the quirky attitude of his. She wanted to laugh, but held back, turning her gaze away. Why was it that he had to show up there in that cafe? Oh the ironies of thinking of things. It bothered her a little, and she sipped her coffee, wondering whether he would notice she was there...
Then again, she wondered if he would notice her, seeing as she wasn't dressed as nicely as usual... Sweatshirts and sweat pants made people look different after all, right? . . . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . . . look at the s t a r s
look how they s h i n e for you
and e v e r y t h i n g you do
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 1:22 pm
Ezio Giordano de Roma
Ezio looked around for a moment as he saw a girl that looked a lot like Kara in the corner. In that moment his drink and food had been called up as he turned around and grabbed the begal and coffee. He turned around yet again to look at the girl and smirked a bit, he realized it definitely was her. How ironic, the first time he saw her here she was wearing what he thought was a sexy leather riding outfit and now, she looked like a college girl the morning after. It didn't matter to him though, he wondered if he was wrong and would embarrass himself if he was.
Without any fear he went over and sat down across from her, getting that close confirmed it was her as he looked down at the paper. "Good morning Kara." He told her sweetly as he looked up into her eyes and smiled. His eyes slowly glanced down at the paper in front of her. He opened it up to the entertainment section and started to read it, taking a pen from his pocket and a napkin he started mouthing and writing down words he had trouble, only one or two before adding several things to his cellphone calander, he had also looked into the little indie bands, as well as an open mic night for friday night. "So what brings you here so early in the morning?" He asked her with his usual charm and smile as he looked up at her face.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 6:07 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 » Yellow by Jem[ j u s t . p r e s s . p l a y . ▶ ] • o o c » - e m p t y - The movement at the table confirmed the dreaded situation she had been playing out in her head. Looking up, she offered a small smile and nodded. "Good morning, Ezio," she said in a soft voice, watching him as he took the newspaper she had just been looking at, and do the same thing she had done just moments before. "We should go to one of those shows. It'd be fun," she said with a nod of her head as she picked up her cup and sipped from it momentarily, placing it back down.
Hearing his question, she bit her lip a little, thinking of a reason as to why she would be up so early. Sure, she woke up early often, but that was mostly to go running, and she wasn't in the right apparel. "Uhm... It's your birthday today. Happy birthday," she said with a smile as she leaned over and gave him a small hug. Why did she feel this way around him suddenly? Had the nights of planning out the perfect birthday present upset her nerves to the point of being unable to put together coherent trails of thought? She picked up her coffee again and took a sip. The caffeine just wasn't hitting her... She felt she might still be in a dream.
Focusing her chocolate eyes on him once more, she bit her lip a little and ran her fingers through her hair. "So, say someone wanted to give you a birthday present... And say that it's meant to take up a bit of time..." she asked him, catching herself, a small blush flooding her cheeks. "I don't mean it in that sort of way... Innocent stuff... But, just say. When would be the best time to give a present like that?" she asked curiously, looking around a little nervously before she turned her gaze back to him, her eyes carrying the look of hopefulness. She was horrible at giving gifts, and this one was important... Was it not? . . . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . . . look at the s t a r s
look how they s h i n e for you
and e v e r y t h i n g you do
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 8:11 pm
Ezio Giordano de Roma
Ezio looked at her and smiled a bit softly while he sipped at his latte and nibbled at his bagel. "Heh, yeah it would be really nice, just the two of us." He smiled at her a bit as he looked over into her eyes while he nibbled at his bagel. There was something off to her, he didn't care about her appearance that didn't bother him at all though her uneasiness around him made it clear she did.
As she hugged him he smiled a bit and hugged her back. "Aww thank you so much Kara." He told her sweetly as he moved around the table to sit next to her. With a smirk he put his arm around her shoulder hopefully it would help her nervousness unless he was causing it, which he probably was. He finished his bagel with one hand as he moved on back to his latte.
He stared into her eyes when she stared to stare into his. Though at this point he hoped this would help the shy girl. "Kara... Kara.... Kara." He smiled a bit as he reached up and stroked her hair gently back behind her ears before he stylishly took off his hat and slipped it on her head. "Well..." He smiled a bit and kissed her cheek gently with a warm smile and look to his eyes. "I would say that if it would take some time... maybe before seven tonight, when the house has the little party for me... or after it... but whatever you've gotten me Kara... I'll like it, because I can see it in your eyes that you've worked hard on it, and just that... means more to me than you'll know." He told her honestly and gave her a little peck on the lips, just something for her to think about for a minute. "And stop being embarrassed by the way you look right now, your still the prettiest girl in France." He winked at her.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 8:34 pm
Nathaniel Focus drew back into Nathan's eyes and he glanced back at Gwen. He nodded breathing slightly heavily but pointed up to the IHOP and Listed his plans out to her. "So, We're gonna get something to eat. Then jog back, I sorta forgot it was Ezio's birthday so I need to stop by His place to give him his gift at least. Did you get him anything?"
Nathan's focus on his relationships left him. Deep in his thought he didn't really care anymore. He had established that the girls here were all wrong in some way. Gwen was too Picture perfect, Lora was... Well, a b***h. And that Raven girl was just too quiet. He also hadn't met her much. Why can't there be a decent girl around here?OOC: Can we seriosuly get like 6 to 6? It seems like so many people have left and it make's options of who to visit difficult.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 1:01 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 » Yellow by Jem[ j u s t . p r e s s . p l a y . ▶ ] • o o c » - e m p t y - 'Just the two of us...' the words echoed in her mind and she blushed a deeper red, turning her eyes away from him momentarily before letting out a small laugh. "Yeah, it would be nice. I love small indie bands that are just getting off their feet. Sometimes, if I like them enough, I can talk to my dad about giving them a shot..." she said, her voice fainting off. After all, everyone deserved a chance. She wanted people to know that dreaming big wasn't a bad thing... That dreams do come true. She had already done that for a small band back home... Although, the members of said band would never know it was she who had helped them getting the label...
Looking back up at Ezio, she smiled, feeling the hug back. Now, he had moved nearer to her, sitting beside her, one of his arms around her shoulder. For a moment, she realized, she had stopped breathing, and she let out the breath she was holding, resuming to a semi-normal composure. What was wrong with her? She felt as if she were a kid again with a crush on a popular boy in school. There were butterflies, and a certain giddiness that wouldn't quit pestering her.
Feeling the kiss on her cheek, she blushed and looked up at him, her eyes glittering gently as she focused on his light blue, almost gray ones. She sighed gently before feeling his fedora placed gently on her head, and she looked up at it, laughing a little. Of course, she hadn't been paying attention much to Ezio's actions, only his words... And so when he gave her a peck on the lips, she stopped and looked wide-eyed at him, a gentle blush forming on her cheeks.
Silence.
But it was broken fast enough with his comment of her low self-esteem and worriment over her appearance. With a soft smile, she breathed out, feeling a bit more relieved and nodded. "Later tonight, then? After the party. Keep a slot open for me, promise?" she asked, holding up her hand, her pinkie extended. She knew it was childish, but in Kara's opinion... Promises weren't proper promises unless they involved pinkies. . . . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . . . look at the s t a r s
look how they s h i n e for you
and e v e r y t h i n g you do
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 1:17 pm
Ezio Giordano de Roma
Ezio looked down into her eyes as he saw her blushing a bit from his words. He would always find it so strange at times how some women could blush and others wouldn't at certain expressions of flirting or playful banter. Yeah I enjoy most of the ones I hear, though I do find some to be annoying, mostly the surprise screamo ones." He laughed softly as he looked down into her chocolate eyes again enjoying the warmth to them for a moment as he leaned away and sipped at his coffee before keeping her to his side.
"Heh, sorry I didn't expect you to blush so much from my kisses. I see someone isn't keeping up with their games." He teased her a bit hoping to distract her for a moment so she would be more relaxed and get back into some control again. She did not seem like the type who enjoyed not being in control so he wanted to give her some of it back. His arm stayed around her as he finished his coffee. "That was just a quick little show of thanks for being such a wonderful friend and for trying so hard to make me happy on my birthday." He told her as he stared into her chocolate brown eyes. "Of course, after the party I'll keep a slot open for you, I pinkie promise and swear it." He smirked as he let their pinkies wrap around each other and he leaned down and kissed his hand to show her he was serious.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 2:23 pm
❤❤❤❤Guienevere Luna Averus❤❤❤❤ ☆☆☆☆I stand in the rain for one simple reason...  Gwen shook her head truthfully. She rubbed her arm sighing. "Kinda hard to get someone something when you barely know them." She said. She thought about the things sh knew about him. He played acoustic. She figured dhe copuld get hima a new acoustic. She figured after she got back, she would dress quickly and hop on her bike and go find a nice one....That way no one can see me crying...☆☆☆☆
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 4:30 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 » Yellow by Jem[ j u s t . p r e s s . p l a y . ▶ ] • o o c » - e m p t y - She laughed, relaxing a bit more, thinking about how she agreed, very much, with what Ezio was saying about the few bad indie bands she had heard while frequenting small shows and open mic nights. Of course, she was too afraid to perform, although back home... And she would never admit it... She had become a frequent singer at a small cafe in a quiet neighborhood. But the audience there was kind, and no one ever really bothered her, except to tell her she sounded lovely. She figured people were just being nice...
"Yeah, those headache bands aren't really my style," she said with a shrug of her shoulders and she continued to listen to what he was saying. Looking up at him apologetically, she smiled sweetly. "Yeah, I'm not all that game-y today... I guess you could say that someone is making me a little nervous," she commented, poking his side gently and giggling, the smile on her face coming more natural now. "I'm not all that great when it comes to birthdays," she said with a shrug. Honestly, the only birthday parties she really went to were family ones... After all, being a rich kid, although it had its perks, had even more downsides. She had been invited to a few parties back home... As long as she brought a band along with her to perform... And bought a fantastic present... And gave all she could give. People back home were cruel, unusual.. And she hated it...
And yet, she would have gone back in that instant because she missed the warm hawaiian sun... the crystal clear ocean and the soft sand between her feet, still cold in the early morning. Ezio's voice interrupted her home-sick thoughts, and she smiled at him, nodding. "You should have a good birthday. That's all there is to it," she said in a matter-of-factly sort of way. When he made the promise, he pinkied before leaning down to his his hand. She, too, leaned in and kissed her own, laughing softly. "Good. I'm holding you to it, now. Don't let me down," she said with a playful wink and, sighing, she relaxed a little more into Ezio. . . . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . : . . . look at the s t a r s
look how they s h i n e for you
and e v e r y t h i n g you do
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 4:44 pm
Ezio Giordano de Roma
Ezio smiled at her and nodded about the indie headache bands. "Now why do I make you nervous Kara?" He grinned and poked her side gently and smiled a bit as he found himself and his chair next to her's as his other arm was now around the front of her. "Like I said just be yourself, I don't care about a lot of big gifts or material possessions. I prefer things from the heart. Thoughhhhh if you really wanted you could always come by my room, wearing nothing but a giant bow, that might be the only material I wouldn't mind." He winked at her a bit and smiled more letting her know he was teasing, though secretly he wouldn't have minded if she had done that.
"I know I will have a good birthday... I have good people in my life." He told her as he looked down at her and smiled implying she was one of them. As they both started to chuckle at their pinkie swearing he nodded to her statement. "I won't let you down, I swear it." He smirked a bit more finding her getting closer physically to him, his right arm was still around her and his left arm was down on her left hand, gently holding it softly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 7:46 am
 Jonathon Michael Rose
'Live Fast+Die Young+Leave A Beautiful Corpse' --:: O.O.C - Sorry I haven't been here in a while guys, my laptop is being intensely gay and won't let me use external keyboards (my built in one is broken) so im having to use the onscreen one. I'll try to be more post-active. sorry again guys.::-- Jon awoke, the daylight penetrating his room, a result of him forgetting to shut his window the night before. He crawled out of bed and walked over to the window. Sitting on the sill, he lit a cigarette and looked out over the gardens.
He was lost in thought, the past couple of weeks playing on his mind. Since the night of thier date, he and Kara had barely spoken. Wether he had offended her or not he was unsure, but he had made no particular effort to find out if there was an degree of animosity from her.
She had seemed to be getting closer and closer to Ezio, so Jon was keeping himself out of her games for the forseeable future. That reminded Jon, it was Ezios birthday today. Jon mulled over some ideas of what he should buy the guy who had everything.
Jon smiled as he remembered that his 1275GT Mini had arrived a few days ago and he was yet to drive her. Getting dressed, Jon grabbed his Laptop and headed down to the garage. Looking at the Mini he smiled, it was his pride and joy, the fruit of many many hours of labor. Opening the trunk he popped open the purpose built compartment in the trunk floor and inserted his laptop into it, connecting all the leads he would need to access the laptop via his speaker system. Closing the trunk he walked round and climbed into the car.
Starting the engine, he revved it a few times, warming it before he set off. The Hayabusa engine squashed under the bonnet, roared like a caged beast. The 172 bhp of the massive motorbike engine was capable of propelling the Mini at speeds of up to 197 mph, and Jon intended on using every single one of those MPHs to get to the Regional warehouse for his fathers business.
International, Nvidia had warehouses and factories all over the world, and Jon knew that one of his fathers research centers was only about a hundred miles away, so he was driving there to pick up some new products that he would give to Ezio. All of the products had passed the final stages of production and development, but they had yet to hit the shelves, so Jon hoped that someone of Ezios technological capabilities would appreciate the products.
Join hit the freeway, the roads opening up into long straghts and sweeping corners, the usually busy roads relatively quiet for the time of day, so Jon opened teh throttle all the way, flicking the stereo on as he reached the mid 90's on his speedometer.
The long drive to the Nvidia center and back had left Jon a little drained, he had spent the last 5 hours on the road, and he decided to pull into the town, he couldnt even be bothered driving the last five minutes back to the mansion, and he climbed out of the car, locked it and went into a quaint little restaurant.
He ordered using his basic french, soft drinks and sandwiches, and he took a seat, digging into his meal. Intent upon his meal, Jon didn't notice anyone in the place, the couple of locals that looked at him in disgust probably assumed he was American, or worse, English. They were right too, he was English, and damn proud of it.
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