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 Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 2:45 am
  Ѵȃɭεʈʈȃ Ϻӧяʀɩȿӧɳ, Ʌɢε ①⑨♥ Transport, Knives, Pistol.ℓσcαтισи: Home, Qilenie
cσмραиy: Freyr
єиєяgy ℓєvєℓ: █ █ █ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ⊰ Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire. ⊱Ѵȃɭεʈʈȃ... The girl's smile stayed exactly the same as it was beforehand. She just watching and for what she thought was a long moment, he stood in front of her, as if wanting her to move though there was plenty of room for him to pass through.
"Kind of hard when I'm the one with the motorcycle" She retorted with a smirk, meeting up with him at the front door before walking out into onto the front porch. A cool breeze tinkled her skin in a bone chilling manner. She actually felt somewhat cold but wouldn't admit it and couldn't have been bothered to get a jacket now she was outside. She could be very lazy when she wanted to be.
She skipped down the steps and went over to the garage, pulling up the door in such a way that looked natural and didn't allow anyone to look up her itty-bitty skirt. And there stood her red motorcycle with matching red helmet perched on top. For a moment, she scavanged around the pigsty to only find the other helmet, this was black and covered in a layer of dust, causing her to sneeze. It was the helmet her ex-boyfriend and she personally didn't want Freyr to wear it, simply because of the fact that he was much nicer, and kinder and sweet than he would ever be. But she also didn't want him to die if she crashed the motorcycle, just because he didn't have a helmet.
⊰ But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. ⊱
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 9:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 11:16 am
  [ X ] [ X] [ X ]
There is no escape,
Though the soul burns on everlasting encapsulated within infinite time.
"Well, I could always walk there instead." He lightly ripost in a sarcastic tone as he closed the door behined him, before following after Valetta when she went into the garage to get retrieve her motorcycle, Then as Freyr got to the garage door, he stopped and leaned against the frame before looking over at her and watching as she stood close to her motorcycle while holding what he thought to be a somewhat dusty black motorcycle helmet. He guessed that the black motorcycle helmet had not been worn in quite a long time, because of the amount of dust that had accumulated onto the outside of it and the condition that it was in. As he stood there leaning against the door frame of the garage, he thought it was best not to comment on the motorcycle helmet that she was holding, being that it would most likely be rude and unwise to do so at the moment, so he lightly tilted his head before asking out of curiosity, "How far would you say it is from here to the town hall?" He then lightly raised an eyebrow as he seemed to look Valetta in the eye as he waited for a reaction.
(OOC: Sorry about the super late post, I've been busy with school and other stuff.)
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 11:29 pm
Ѵȃɭεʈʈȃ Ϻӧяʀɩȿӧɳ, Ʌɢε ①⑨♥ Transport, Knives, Pistol. ℓσcαтισи: Home, Qilenie
cσмραиy: Freyr
єиєяgy ℓєvєℓ: █ █ █ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ⊰ Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire. ⊱Ѵȃɭεʈʈȃ... "Fine, you can walk. It just takes a lot longer and it a horrible thing to do" She stated mock-cheerfully to him. She blew lightly on the helmet, disturbing some of the dust that lay upon the sleek black surface. The rest she cleaned off with her bare, seeing as how the shirt she was wearing didn't have any sort of sleeves on them. It could barely be classified as a short, it was a piece of stretching cloth if anything. She handed him the less dusty helmet while he asked his question.
"Depends how fast you're going" She said with a smirk. It usually meant it shouldn't take long if she was going at her usual speed limit. She Pushed the motorbike out of the garage, out of all the clutter so nothing could influence her driving. She clipped the helmet on under her chin and sat down on the seat.
⊰ But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. ⊱
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 12:03 am
[ X ] [ X] [ X ]
There is no escape,
Though the soul burns on everlasting encapsulated within infinite time.
"How horrible could it be?" He asked with a light shrug of the shoulders while slightly smirking before taking the black motorcycle helmet and wipping the remaining dust off of its visor until he could see through it better, He then put the motorcycle helmet on before adjusting the strap under his chin, so that it would not easily fall off it they were to crash into something as fast speeds. Then as Freyr walked over to the motorbike Valetta was one, He lightly glanced to her while slightly tilting his head to the side in an odd manner before mounting the motorbike seat behind her and without taking hold of the seat, seeming to have quite a bit of trust in her driving skills, though he had only drove with her the day before. "So shall we get going then?" He asked rhetortically as he began to ponder on what she might have been thinking at the moment.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 5:06 am
Alma seemed to roamed the deserted streets of the once free of infection city. she was one of the refugees brought here to escape the infection before it actually spread here but though she had enough time to get settled in and find shelter she seem not to and was a bit unorganized when it came to her objectives and goals but she seemed to be able to sneak pass the area unnoticed, sneaking pass the infected quiet easily "...man...how did I end up here?..."she said to herself losing track on how she moved from one city to one finally ending up there
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 8:15 pm
Ѵȃɭεʈʈȃ Ϻӧяʀɩȿӧɳ, Ʌɢε ①⑨♥ Transport, Knives, Pistol. ℓσcαтισи: Home, Qilenie
cσмραиy: Freyr
єиєяgy ℓєvєℓ: █ █ █ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ⊰ Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire. ⊱Ѵȃɭεʈʈȃ... "It just is" She stated flatly to him, not wanting to get into a lengthy explanation as to why it was. There was a thousand and one reasons as to why and she didn't have the time to even give a brief outline of it if they wanted to be at the centre of town while it was safer than usual, the middle of the day. She reeved the engine as soon as he asked whether they were going to get going and charged off down the street, the sound reverebrating through the entire town, as it did on a regular basis. With the sharp squeals of the tyres when she went around corners, she was surprised she had been in an accident yet. The tyres were surely wearing out and it would be somewhat hard to find a new pair before she got herself killed because of it.
In the very heart of the city was where you could see the true impact of the infected. Blood and guts, buildings corroding and breaking, streets cut off and endless over things to create havoc. Oh, and Infected of course. Val had always been one to forget that they are drawn to loud noises and bright lights, but whether painful sounds counted, she wasn't all too sure about.
The silver haired woman's bike squeaked to a stop, kicking the bike rest down with her foot before dismounting the bike, finding it quite surprising Freyr was able to stay on the bike without having to hold onto anything . It simply amazed her and made her wonder if he was just that skilled or what. She decided not to question it.
⊰ But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. ⊱
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