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 Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 10:32 pm
Roland looked over in Sammy's direction, his eyebrow raised at her statement. After a few moments, he gave his usual goofy smirk, shaking his head.
"Rest shmest. I've been resting for a solid month now." he told Sammy, twirling his right hand around.
"You'd never get better if you don't move around after a wound like this." he grunted, looking down at his chest. After a moment of silence, he gave a sigh.
"I hope Oz is enjoying her night in the town. She was going insane keeping an eye on my bum a**." he giggled.
His demeanor suddenly changed as he looked over to Sammy with a dull expression.
"And just so you know, Rica is only trying to get with Stamos so she doesn't have to spend her own money." he told her, ********' b***h deserves to get thrown out of a bus."
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 9:16 pm
[[Sorry about the delay in a reply! This week was a little busy for me.]]
“Ohhh, Sergeant Serious now, are we?” As drunk as she was, she watched the second guy like a hawk as he touched her, taking her and of his friend’s shoulder. “I didn’t know there was a two-for-one deal tonight.” He was fierce, and she liked that. She had a boyfriend of sorts already, but – she wasn’t opposed to starting a collection. She always wanted a harem.
“O-Ozzy, stop…” Amaia protested her friend weakly, but just didn’t have the willpower or the presence of mind to put up much of a fight. Her hands were clasped together nervously as she took a step back, glancing apologetically at Damien. He really was cute, and now she felt bad about this all happening.
“You sure you wanna skip this?” The tall dark-skinned and purple-haired woman kept going, against all common sense and oblivious to Amaia’s increasingly frantic drunken, flailing motions for her to stop harassing the men.. “We could give you a night you boys will never forget~!”
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Sep 29, 2013 1:52 pm
 Connor & Damien "You should listen to your friend," Connor growled. He dropped her arm, but didn't back down. He could feel Damien's anxious eyes on him and it was clear that Amaia didn't want them to fight either. Still, it seemed that both Connor and Ozzy were not the types to give up so easily.
"Connor," Damien's voice was shaky, despite his attempts to sound confident. "Please don't. You remember what happened last time, right?" As he spoke, he stepped in between his brother and the women. He looked at Connor for a brief moment before responding to Ozzy.
"We-we're not interested, ok?" He didn't look her in the eye as he spoke. To be honest, she scared the crap out of him. There was no way of knowing what this woman would do. However, he would rather have Ozzy do something to him, than have Connor do something to them. {It's ok. I spent the last three days sleeping because I had to take Benadryll. On the plus side, for once I'm not tired.}
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 11:22 pm
 
Stars.
Hundreds of thousands of millions of billions of 'em. Every single one unique, every single one nothing like any other.
So many stars sparkle in the night sky above Celestial City, their light travelling aeon through space to reach this planet, this city.
How long does it take a life to travel the stars?
Maven's gaze lingered on the creeping blanket of stars as her pondering slowly shifted to a certain person from a certain past far and gone. A rare smile crept across her weathered face as a light gust of evening wind rustled her hair and breeches, and faded just as quickly as the wind.
Love knows no bounds, at least. She mused.
A soft light drew her attention to a neighbouring rooftop, one overgrowing with verdant plant-life. Maven, sitting on the raised edge of her own rooftop across the street, began to swing her legs as she watched the woman tend to her plants. Maven was fond of this one, and had been watching over her for a handful of nights. She had a way with the greenlife like no other, which fascinated Maven. The Green Thumbed Lady, as Maven dubbed her, tended life, cared for life, and gave life.
That, at the very least, deserved Maven's sentinel as the Green Thumbed Lady meditated upon that unusual rock several stories above the ground.
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Her eyes shot open in a sudden panic. Night had fallen, and Maven had inadvertently slipped into sleep. Raising her right arm, she rubbed her eyes awake and blinked into the night-time city glare below.
Ooo, coppers, she thought, with a flicker of excitement creeping in. Let's see where they're heading!
Maven stood upright on the roof's edge, stretched her muscles, cracked a few joints, and promptly leapt off the building.
Police usually led to something fun, if not mildly entertaining.
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