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 Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 2:54 pm
This is not my Idea, this is based off of the tv show.  §тσяɣSixteen... The age every teen and child alike look forward to in their life. Driver's license, new responsibilities, high school, parties, the whole nine yards. Usually most kids worry about tests, exams, relationships, what they're going to wear tomorrow, and popularity right? Well what if you had to worry about hair growing on your face and hands.. your eyes turning gold, your nails growing, or eating someone for that matter? What happens when a teenage boy has lived half of his high school life practically oblivious to everyone around him, girlfriend-less, always sitting the bench in lacrosse games, gets bitten by an Alpha Werewolf? This young man will have to face the animal instincts inside of him from full moons, controlling his anger, hunger, and keeping his secret from everyone... Including his new girlfriend he's had his eye on.. Who's family has hidden a dark secret for years that threatens his very existence. Wanna find out? Join me and we shall see...
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 3:24 pm
Hello all rpers alike. My friends refer to me as Natty, and I am looking for someone to play the male in this rp; as I have horrible skills in playing male RPCs. >.<
Now, I have just a few.....
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1. You must be semi-lit to literate. I hate text talking.
2. Every post will be no less than 4-5 sentences at the least. I know all of you are creative enough to come up with something.
3. Posts will be pretty, you rpc pic will be in each post, and we will be using real pictures as well. If you have trouble finding a picture, don't be afraid to ask. :3
4. If clothes come off, time skip is going into play.
5. Pm me your profile and title it "Ah! Don't eat me!". At the bottom of it, put "I'm alive.." To show me you have read these simple rules.
I hope one of you are capable of doing this, and I look forward to rping with you. smile Also, notify me if you're interested please.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 4:04 pm
ϩӄєʆεϮσɳ & Ῥʀσʄɪʆεș [imgright][INSERT IMAGE HERE. REAL PICTURES ONLY!][/imgright]
[color=#C0C0C0][size=18]My Name is:[/size][/color] [INSERT NAME HERE]
[color=#C0C0C0][size=18]I am:[/size][/color] [INSERT AGE HERE]
[color=#C0C0C0][size=18]I'm obviously a:[/size][/color] [INSERT GENDER HERE]
[color=#C0C0C0][size=18]Most people would say I'm:[/size][/color] [INSERT PERSONALITY HERE]
[color=#C0C0C0][size=18]This is my life:[/size][/color] [INSERT BIO HERE. 3-4 SENTENCES]
[color=#C0C0C0][size=18]I really like:[/size][/color] [INSERT LIKES HERE]
[color=#C0C0C0][size=18]But I hate:[/size] [/color][INSERT DISLIKES HERE]
[color=#C0C0C0][size=18]Oh, and by the way:[/size][/color] [ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW]  My Name is: Calvin Harris de'Ronario I am: 17 I'm obviously a: dude Most people would say I'm: self-contained, calm, innocent and naive, awkward, loyal and firm in my beliefs This is my life: Recently immigrated from a bad family...read, Mafia...situation in Sicily, Calvin is new to school. It's stressful, being the new kid and already having a crush, but also dealing with the strange USA. It doesn't help everyone wants him to speak Italian, when his first language actually was English. And they keep making fun of him... Already a quiet person, Calvin's become more withdrawn, shy, hardly speaking unless it comes to a debate and he has a solid opinion. This has given him the approval of the teachers, his calm yet maintained behavior, until he gets into a situation he doesn't understand. If that happens, then it's adolescence again, tripping over his own feet. While he enjoys sports, and is somewhat athletic, Calvin isn't a jock. So it's hard for him to deal with the extra strength, speed and agility he's gotten from being bitten by a werewolf. An alpha one, at that. Not that he understands any of it. He just wants the urges and sensations to go away, leave him alone. And, whatever would his crush say, if she knew? No, barely speaking to anyone, having to control his new temper... It's been Hell. I really like: books, cats, horses, the forest, learning, models (like airplanes), a certain girl...and now, meat. But I hate: being bullied, teased, taken advantage of, cities, crowds. Getting wet. Oh, and by the way: Calvin always carries a cross with him, a gift from his grandfather still in Europe. He also is now super-sensitive to silver, and harsh smells, and when he's mad his eyes with turn a silvery-grey-tinged blue now. He also has a broadsword that he'd found when in Scotland.  My Name is: Riley Hemsworth I am: 16 years old I'm obviously a: Girl Most people would say I'm: Sweet, kind, caring, fun, smart, determined, strong-willed, A major tom boy, a bit clumsy sometimes This is my life: Riley's parents are from France, before moving to the U.S. and had Riley. She doesn't really have much of a accent though. Riley doesn't really know if she's considered "popular". She's cool to everyone unless given a reason not to. She always defends her friends if she thinks it's what's right. Since the new kid Calvin from Italy came, a lot of the kids have been picking on him. She couldn't and still can't understand why. And a few days after he came to her high school, she couldn't help but develop a crush on him. She may be open and sociable, but believe it or not she's rather a little shy about that kind of thing. But lately, He's been acting kinda weird... I really like: Playing the guitar, Thunderstorms, skating, surfing, sports, animals, horror movies, hanging out, the beach, and a particular Italian guy... But I hate: Animal abuse, jerks, idiocy, pink, anything girly, screwing up on a trick or missing a chord Oh, and by the way: Riley is pretty Bad axe at playing the guitar, both electric and acoustic.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 9:11 am
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Riley was on her skateboard going to school, since she was only a few blocks away. She liked skating anyway. Her backpack hung on her right shoulder, and a few folders full of papers tucked tightly in her left hand. She wasn't late, All the kids that were hanging out side of the school entrance still had 15 minutes left before the first bell. She lowered her right foot and pushed it against the pavement to increase her speed. Her eyes scanned the crowds of kids, smiling and giving a wave every so often to a group of kids or a few guys and girls who called her out. Unfortunately, when she was paying attention to a group of football players who asked her if she wanted to throw a few, her board caught on the curb. She fell off, rolling on her side a bit before stopping on the grass. It was a good thing she was wearing skinny jeans otherwise she may have gotten a nasty scrape. She looked to where she fell, and found her folders and notebooks all over in the one spot, her papers in a cluttered mess. s**t..She mutter then steadily stood up and walked back over, kneeling down as she started to pick them up with a sigh.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 7:32 pm
Calvin Harris de ' Ronario
Hell, it's been Hell...but I might have found my Heaven. If she doesn't think I'm a monster...  Calvin looked up from where he sat at a bench, shoulders hunched and uncomfortable under the stares of a few of the same jocks Riley had been petitioned by. He almost winced as he heard the crash, the skateboard's death rattle of a skid loud to his ears, but he hid the minute twitch. Slowly getting up and slinging his army-material olive drab tote over his shoulder, Calvin went ahead and made his slow silent way over to the girl. It took more effort than he liked to ignore her perfume, her shampoo and shower gel or soap, her skin, her flesh... With another indistiguishable shudder, he snapped out of it, slightly messy bangs covering the eyes that gleamed with an inhuman light as he bowed his head. Crouching as far away from her as possible, in the street so she wouldn't be, Calvin silently picked up the papers and folders before handing them to Riley. He tensed slightly, just before a car filled with loud students and head-banging music turned the corner with whoops and hollers.
Ducking his head, Calvin made sure Riley had her stuff before practically running away, although his gait was still calm and controlled. And negligently unhurried, making a show of no fear. Except for the tightness of his shoulders, and the near-panicked look on his face... There was nothing to really show Calvin was concerned with dealing with the group that had made it clear to him they didn't like "giglios"...without really knowing what they were saying, even if the word wasn't vile the tone had been. He made his way to the lockers, hoping and silently praying that they wouldn't decide to bother "Calvin Hairy Romeo" today. He could usually deal with teasing...even in Sicily, he had some so it wasn't anything new...but Calvin wasn't sure what would happen today. He had taken a week off since...then...but. Nothing was sure in life, and Calvin didn't want to have to deal with that much extra stress. Not now. Just the thought of more "swirlies" or sudden spooks...there was a shrill shriek to pierce through his head, and he just stared at the slight impressions his clutching fingers had made on the steel latch to his door. "s**t..." his surprising baritone muttered, shaking his head as he jerked the latch to open his locker with a concerned...and angrily frustrated...look that could almost be called a snarl. It was quickly gone when scents threatened to overwhelm him, an especially sweet one close, but the frustrated pressure of emotions remained in his eyes. Music in My Head I'm feeling pulled into The Night
I currently have... tight-fitting (but not skinny) dark blue jeans with slightly faded knees, a black suit jacket over a simple grey T-shirt. Silver chain hanging out of a pocket belongs to my cross, the black leather belt having metal not-quite-pointed studs. Black Motorola Razor in my left pocket, a black and hematite bracelet tight to my wrist.Out of Caramel
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 7:49 pm
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Riley was reaching for the last bit of papers before Calvin was there in front of her handing her her belongings. She blinked, a light blush taking up the top of her cheeks as she gently took the folders and papers from him. She had never really talked to Calvin,and she was about to before he left before her eyes. She stood up, grabbing her board and tucking it in her back pack, then holding her things to her chest. She watched him leave quite silently as a car full of metal heads pulled into the lot. She tucked a rogue strand of hair behind her ear and took a deep breathe. After debating mentally inside her head for a few moments, she started to follow Calvin into the school.
Once she walked in, she asked around if someone had seen where Calvin went. When she finally get a answer, she walked down numerous halls and found Calvin. She smiled, then slowly made her way to him. Um.. hi She said then looked down. I just thought I'd thank you for helping me pick up my things earlier. Don't know what I would have done if my five page report got blown away by the wind. I owe you one. She said with a small smile and it wasn't until she was done talking that she looked up at him. Her dark chocolate eyes looked up at him as her face was tinted pink.
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{ Out. Of. Cookies.}
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 8:10 pm
Calvin Harris de ' Ronario
Hell, it's been Hell...but I might have found my Heaven. If she doesn't think I'm a monster... A deep breath, and Calvin's shoulders tensed a little when Riley spoke. Kind of glossing over her beginning words, just enjoying his heightened impression of here voice, Calvin blinked and schooled his features into an uncertain jumpy smile as he closed his locker door. It would be present then kind of fall, his own fair cheeks rosying up slightly as their eyes met. His own pale black-ringed grey-blue eyes fell, his moment of weakness during her gathered courage. He finally ended with an expression almost more grin than smile, teeth white and naturally perfect without looking fake, before raising his own eyes. "It's fine, and only five pages?" he tried to tease, lips twitching again and his eyes getting worried as the idiots from before came around.
Calvin tried to lay a closed hand on the lockers, support himself and stay cool, but he had been subconsciously leaning towards Riley's sweet smell with uncertain eyes, and slipped. Stumbling a bit, they saw it and laughed, a strange expression crossing Calvin's face as he turned with hunched shoulders towards the group of mean jocks. In the lighting of the hall, his eyes almost seemed more grey, more misty, more...feral. A lip was raised, almost a snarl...but instantly gone, the only expression in his eyes a sort of controlled panic. Trying to get close to the madonna, eh? Don't you know you ain't got the moves? Oh, that's right...you're Ita-lia-no, ain't yeh? Boys, this little mob-man's trying to get a hit on one of our good ol' American girls...think he just wants her to be his moll? They laughed, shoving Calvin into the lockers and laughing harder as he raised unreadable eyes and a bright red face at the embarrassment. He was young, and new, and in a crush...and male, and such challenge wasn't to be condoned, he had to mark his territory, fight for dominance... Shaking his head with an aggressive emotion, Calvin almost looked boneless as he slowly slid up the lockers until he was standing again, and sighed. "I, ah...gotta go. And it was a pleasure, you don't owe me ANYTHING...your smile was enough," he said, voice quiet and hesitant, before Calvin grinned at his last statement; he meant it, his pale eyes meeting Riley's warm brown ones with their own happy look, despite their cool color. His baritone was smooth, like melted butter, a warm voice, surprising in the young face and natural brunet-rooted blond head. Giving Riley a nod, and the strange frustrated anger present on his profile as he glanced at the jocks laughing around the restrooms down an adjoining hall, Calvin walked off with hands in his coat pockets to class with a disturbingly serious expression. Music in My Head I'm feeling pulled into The Night
I currently have... tight-fitting (but not skinny) dark blue jeans with slightly faded knees, a black suit jacket over a simple grey T-shirt. Silver chain hanging out of a pocket belongs to my cross, the black leather belt having metal not-quite-pointed studs. Black Motorola Razor in my left pocket, a black and hematite bracelet tight to my wrist.Out of Caramel
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 8:28 pm
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Riley's face turned a darker shade of red when Calvin's eyes settled on her's. They were different, and she liked them. She smiled bigger seeing him smile.Then rolled her eyes in a playful manner. Well,I'm not exactly good at history..
Riley stiffened, feeling Calvin's presence begin to come closer to her. Then he slipped, and she immediately made an action to help him before he was fine. Her eyes darted over to the Jocks, and her expression hardened. Guys, leave him alone. She said in a harsh tone then turned back to Calvin. Her face went to worry as Calvin was shoved. Her heart sank as he was clearly embarrassed. However, she blushed hard at his last comment about her smile. Did he really mean it? She hoped so... She went off in a daze before she realized he was leaving. She blinked and shook her head. She walked over to the jocks and whacked each of them on the upside of their heads. She then quickened her pace to catch up to Calvin. Hey.... I'm sorry about the guys. They're not really all that bad. They're just threatened, worried you may pose as a threat to their popularity. She said in a cool tone and re-adjusted the strap to her black backpack on her right shoulder. She hooked her thumb inside her left pocket and looked at him as she walked along side of him.
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{ Out. Of. Cookies.}
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 9:02 pm
Calvin Harris de ' Ronario
Hell, it's been Hell...but I might have found my Heaven. If she doesn't think I'm a monster... Calvin carefully kept expression off his face as Riley came up, taking a deep inhale and enjoying her scent while also running hands forward through his bangs to the bag of his head. But it also looked like it was to calm himself, although the reaction to her scent was almost the opposite; it excited him, pulling things low in his gut tight, so sweet, so soft... Shaking his head of the intrusive reactions, Calvin turned his head away from Riley to hide the harshness behind his paler-than-before eyes. He shouldn't...COULDN'T...show Riley how, changed, he was. He just couldn't. Maybe if they were serious, then he'd feel obligated to tell her, and risk the loss, but...they'd have to get serious and become an item, first. Otherwise... Calvin shook his head again, the same grinning smile, amusement lightening his eyes to pretty much just a pale blue as he looked over at Riley. "How can you not like history?" he teased back, giving a chuckle as the history was so dryly taught in this public school, Calvin wasn't surprised it wasn't an easy subject for Riley. Nothing against her; he just knew he was the rare student that was so eager to learn that no matter what kind of teacher he had, he got good grades. Well, except in PE...but he suspected that was because he scared the jocks so much their coach was blackballing him in favor of them, to shut them up and keep them on their game.
Calvin shook his head at Riley's apology, his left and decorated hand up to hold loosely onto the strap of his school tote while the other one scratched insistently in a nervous gesture at the back of his slightly-bent head. "Don't apologize for anyone except yourself...and you have no reason to," he stated with a shrug, tone serious and the smile gone. But not the intensity of his eyes, as if Calvin was trying to pound his soft words home...or search her soul, ask questions he didn't dare vocalize. He almost ran into an open door on his side of the hall, stumbling over his feet and trying to recover without running into Riley next to him - he'd been looking into her eyes too long. With a bit of a blush, he managed to laugh it off and give an apologetic wave with an almost lost-puppy expression as he hunched his shoulders just the slightest bit with his awkwardness. He gave an exhale, eyes closed as Calvin recovered, the shy twitching smile coming again, blush still present as the young man tried to relax. He tilted his head back, squinting his eyes practically closed against the lights as he thought, waffling his shapely but strong-looking hand to show he was thinking.
"I can't imagine why they'd be threatened. High school dynamics are that the popular kids are that way from looks or athletics, yes?" He started sounding a touch Italian, at least European, even though it wasn't his language, that was English. But people expected it of him, and since he WAS raised in Sicily he DID have the accent... Calvin lowered his head, tilting it to the side almost like a curious animal, eyes sparkling as the fluorescent lights hit them just right, the pale blue almost like ice as they passed through shadows, the harshly unflattering lights bringing the grey back out more. "Since I'm not here for athletics, and am concentrating on my studies, I can't imagine why they'd be bothered." He tilted his head to the other side, a wide smile creasing his face and showing dimples, Calvin amused. "Well, I can think of a good reason to be threatened...but it's not up to me." Shrugging, shoulders ruining the flat line of the suit coat, Calvin gave Riley another intense look at the end of his last statement. The bell rang, and he jumped, waving to her and jogging off. "Well, see ya..." Music in My Head I'm feeling pulled into The Night
I currently have... tight-fitting (but not skinny) dark blue jeans with slightly faded knees, a black suit jacket over a simple grey T-shirt. Silver chain hanging out of a pocket belongs to my cross, the black leather belt having metal not-quite-pointed studs. Black Motorola Razor in my left pocket, a black and hematite bracelet tight to my wrist.Out of Caramel
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 9:33 pm
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Riley cocked her head to the side,wondering if she was bothering him by the way it looked like he was trying to calm himself. She bit her lip then smiled a little. It's just not really my thing. She said simply. She politely listened to him as he spoke that it wasn't her fault. She thought it was though... Those jocks were supposedly her friends. She was so disappointed in them and she felt responsible for them. So of course she had to apologize and think it was her fault. She jumped when he almost fell again, almost making another attempt to help him before he again straightened himself. She noticed just then how long they had been looking into each other's eyes. And thus, making her look away nervously with a bright blush.
She thought for a moment at Calvin's remark about the "populars". Well, yes. To me, you seem athletic a bit,at least you look like you take care of yourself very well. And looks your fine. Just then, realizing what she said, Riley's face darkened as she looked away and tucked her hair behind her ear. Mentally cursing in her head. Wondering why the hell had she just said that? She slowly looked back at him, hearing his Italian. She thought it was charming. She was unable to see his eyes due to his head being lowered, but maybe it was better that way as to not raise suspicion. She felt her shoulders drop, almost seeming entranced by his intense look he was giving her. She too, jumped a bit when the bell rang, snapping her out of her mind. See ya later Calvin. She said with a smile then walked off to her next class.
~Time Skip to Lunch!~
Riley walked over to one of the soda machines, rummaging through her pockets in search of two dollars to get a pop. She smoothed out the bills she found then was about to insert them before the cheer leading squad walked over to her. "Already hitting on the new italian kid Riley?" Riley just sighed and pushed in the buttons for a red gatorade. "Let's be honest though, its just real trashy to be hitting on guys so soon. Slut. Riley's fists clenched as the bottle of gatorade clattered to the bottom of the holder. Her knuckles soon turning white as she tried ignoring the head cheer leader." I mean Damn Riley, might as well take lessons from your mother. Riley's eyes widened as she looked up at Stacy, the head cheerleader. Too shaken up by it, Her eyes started to glisten, close to tears. Stacy smiled and rested her hands on her hips. " Of course your mother was the ideal attention whore. Always going about with other men every day. " Riley swallowed hard. My mother didn't go around with other men.. She said, her voice quiet as she refused to start crying, it would only satisfy Stacy and the other cheerleaders.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 10:11 pm
Calvin Harris de ' Ronario
Hell, it's been Hell...but I might have found my Heaven. If she doesn't think I'm a monster... Keeping his attention strictly on the lesson, and trying not to sneeze the biting chalk powder out too often, Calvin tried to analyze what Riley had said. Did she REALLY think he was good looking, and fit? In other words, desirable? Or was she just feeling bad for him, like when she apologized for the jocks? They weren't even the same jocks as the few that had called out to her before school...they were the majority of the team. He huffed a sigh, vibrating his lips, idly answering the teacher's question in an almost bored distracted tone. Classes went by, and then it was lunch.
Ah, lunch, a time of socializing and scandalous gossip. Calvin looked at his manicotti with a smile, looking forward to enjoying the cheesy dish along with some slightly spicy meatballs his mother had made for him to eat off to the side. He was alone, as always, the few people he talked to either having different, and/or just busy, schedules or already part of groups unsure about including him. So Calvin sat alone. Usually didn't bother him, since he seemed...charismatic?...enough that if he got to the cafeteria early, he was left alone. Which meant, he was a few tables down from the vending machine where the cheerleaders were ganging up on Riley. He could practically TASTE their anger, bitter hatred, jealousy...his heart pit-patted faster, his pupils dilated as he smelled his crush's despair, fear...
Letting a low, barely-human growl seep through his lips, Calvin came up behind the girls with an empty smile, a languorous expression as he slowly pulled the spoon from the meatballs from his full, almost feminine lips. It wasn't how he usually acted, but if it took their attention off of Riley... "Allo, but wouldn't that make of me a man-whore?" he asked, eyes and expression openly curious, although he closed his eyes to look lazy, sensuous... "You is-a just a-jealous..." he added, with a secretive smile. Calvin grabbed around Riley's shoulders, his body warm through the dress jacket, making it look like HE was the lecherous b*****d. "Sometimes, I can-na help myself...pretty girls, that hold their own without just standing there and looking pretty. Like-a my momma say, "Leetle Ronaro"...thas-a what she sometimes call me, "Leetle Ronaro"...."Leetle Ronaro", she say, "Don't find a girl with hair but no head." I asked her what she mean, all girls have a head, and my momma just a-give me this look, obviously I being stupid, no?" He kept the heavy, almost fake Italian accent, shrugging and gesturing with his hands as he spoke, eyes bright but emptily pale, as empty of happiness as the too-wide white grin he wore, like he was in pain but was being a good sport about it. "Later, I know what she mean...so many of-a the geerls here, all looks, no smarts. It's-a sad, how many bitches I find..." Still smiling, not really inferring anything while making it obvious what Calvin thought of their attitudes. A few girls seemed to just listen to his low baritone Calvin moved a touch lower so they had to get in closer to hear his tones.
Some of the girls blushed, Stacy's redness from anger. But Calvin kept on speaking, ignoring her, even as her fists clenched. The cheerleader was practically trembling with her emotion, Calvin seeming to completely disregard her as he kept on speaking, calming some of the other girls with stories of his childhood...and basically being the attention hog. Ignoring the "prettiest" head girl for others, nicer ones almost afraid when Stacy stamped her foot. ENOUGH! she practically shouted, the room going quiet. Calvin looked confused, turning to her. "Oh...I'm sorry, were you busy with these ladies?" he asked, eyes uncaring because she was OBVIOUSLY busy, his words implying she needed to be elsewhere. Again, they would look icy blue, softened just slightly with silvery misty grey, the black edge of his eyes leaking spikes into the pale color a bit. There weren't nice eyes, predatory locked onto Stacy's face. Something in his expression, turned away from Riley, made her pale and take a a step back. Angry again, her eyes widened as Calvin just smiled, and it wasn't a nice smile. Could almost be called insane, with a different face than the lazy expression he wore.
Calvin's face didn't stay lazy long, backing off from Riley's personal space a bit as the cheerleaders all left. Sighing, he scratched at the back of his head, shoulders tense and slowly relaxing from their tight hunch. Shaking his head Calvin turned to Riley with a concerned look, taking a plain handkerchief from a coat pocket, folded and white, and offered it towards her. "If you need it...probably a bit softer than napkins," he suggested quietly, back to the rest of the room as he looked down the inch or two he was taller down into Riley's eyes. "And thanks for your kind words earlier..." he made sure to add, a soft smile gentling the look in his eyes. It hardened, face taking on displeased lines as he glanced at the doors the group had left through, low voices audible to him as Stacy complained to the head jock, Steven. Sighing, Calvin ran his hand through his hair a bit, smiling again like a light switch on and off, on and off, constantly, lightening when he looked at her. "I have meatballs...as momma always a-say, meatballs can solve anything..." he joked, the thick accent coming back slightly as he tried to cheer the girl up. Music in My Head I'm feeling pulled into The Night
I currently have... tight-fitting (but not skinny) dark blue jeans with slightly faded knees, a black suit jacket over a simple grey T-shirt. Silver chain hanging out of a pocket belongs to my cross, the black leather belt having metal not-quite-pointed studs. Black Motorola Razor in my left pocket, a black and hematite bracelet tight to my wrist.Out of Caramel
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 10:32 pm
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Riley was close to losing it as Stacy went on and on. She jumped a little, hearing a thick Italian accent enter the conversation. She looked to the side and her body flooded with relief seeing Calvin. Oh how she was glad to see him. Riley froze up as Calvin wrapped his arms around her from behind. This made her heart accelerate, beating faster and faster, being so close to him like this. She couldn't help but smile at Calvin's accent. The cheer leaders were probably too stupid and hot headed to realize that it was a huge fake accent, but still italian since he was. Calvin was so sweet.. helping her out like this... One of the many things she liked about him. She watched as Calvin carried on with his stories, looking in amusment as the cheer leaders faces just became red, especially Stacy's with Anger. She jumped a little when Stacy shouted, then they all stormed off. And soon after, everyone went back to what they were doing.
When Calvin pulled away from her, she exhaled, not realizing she had been holding her breathe for a bit. She smiled and took the handkerchief and wiped her eyes. Looking up at him she blushed, recalling the comments she made to him earlier before class. Your welcome. She said in a soft tone Then leaned up a bit and kissed his cheek, slipping her arms around him gently afterwards in a hug. Thank you... She said quietly to him in his ear then shook her head to his question. Losing her appetite really.
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{ Out. Of. Cookies.}
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 10:49 pm
Calvin Harris de ' Ronario
Hell, it's been Hell...but I might have found my Heaven. If she doesn't think I'm a monster... Calvin smiled, an honest one this time, as Riley obviously relaxed...to him, anyways. Heart jumping as she hugged him, Calvin had to remind himself she was NOT food, especially since Riley didn't smell like fear, despair, now. Just...relief, reaction. Looking at her tears, it was tempting, oh so tempting, to take one and lick it for the salt... Calvin did his nervous scratching thing, his other hand playing in his pants pocket with the pewter cross his grandfather gave to him. Grinning at her blush, Calvin nodded, slightly bent so they were closer, and surprised at the hug.
Flaming a deep red at the kiss, Calvin gave a startled chuckle and almost tripped on his own feet. Tensing with his surprise, Calvin hesitantly raised hands to lay at the back of her waist, seeming made to fit there, fingers and touch light, gentle...delicate. Squeezing her a bit, carefully, back, Calvin smiled and gave Riley a half-bow with a pleased expression on his face. "Of course! I couldn't just let them gang on you...makes us even, a-yes?" he added with a small laugh at the added Italian bit. Looking pleased, Calvin's expression grew serious when he heard jocks whispering a handful of tables down, although it coincided with her non-verbal statement of not wanting meatballs. "Hmm..." Calvin looked down at Riley, concerned with slightly lowered eyebrows. "Maybe some other time then. It's not like 'Mamma Mia' isn't always cooking for me and my father." Straightening, Calvin looked around and sighed, taking a step back but keeping a hand at her back, carefully in a safe zone so as not to be too presuming, when all he wanted was to hold her, never let go, absorb some of her scent and leave some of his, mark her as belonging to him.
Awkwardly patting her shoulder, Calvin tilted his head to the side again, hand still in his pocket but not moving now as he just looked at her. Pale eyes thoughtful, face pretty much blank...albeit in a more, peaceful, way...Calvin finally nodded after a moment that was mere seconds but felt like minutes of indecision. "How about you sit with me? Practically guaranteed not to be bothered." He smiled, trying to joke about being alone, before getting a thought and opening his eyes wide in dismay. "Unless I bother you...?" he asked, trailing off with concern in his tone. "That wouldn't be good," he thought aloud, mostly to himself in an almost bass tone with his tired frustration that made his voice growl when Calvin was stressed. Not so much now, just enough that it would sound like he wasn't used to speaking that low. Nothing unusual...yet. He was being careful, OH so very careful, and knew he'd have to compromise later, still confused, left alone, trying to understand... Calving took a deep breath, looking at Riley for her answer with a gentle expression. "If not, that's okay too... I'm not always my best after being ganged up on..." he stated quietly, trying to subtly be comforting about her condition. Music in My Head I'm feeling pulled into The Night
I currently have... tight-fitting (but not skinny) dark blue jeans with slightly faded knees, a black suit jacket over a simple grey T-shirt. Silver chain hanging out of a pocket belongs to my cross, the black leather belt having metal not-quite-pointed studs. Black Motorola Razor in my left pocket, a black and hematite bracelet tight to my wrist.Out of Caramel
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 11:04 pm
♫ ♪ "Where words fail...Music Speaks." ♫ ♪≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
Riley blushed darker when he bent down a bit so it was easier for them to be closer. She had to admit one thing though. It felt right being with Calvin. She had no doubts about that.
She bit her lip as to keep from smiling when Calvin blushed after she kissed his cheek. Feeling his hands lie above her waist, she was quite content. He was so warm... Another pro.She nodded her head at his question. Yes, I suppose we're even. She turned her attention where Calvin was looking to the Jocks sitting at their usual table. When he pulled back away from the hug, she frowned a bit inside, but her happiness stayed when he kept his hand against her back.
She cocked her head to the side as he patted her shoulder, not really expecting that kind of action from him. She looked at him curiously with her dark brown eyes into his pale eyes. She nodded happilyOf course I'll sit with you. And oh no! You could never bother me.. She said in a calm tone, blushing slightly at the ending.
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{ Out. Of. Cookies.}
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 12:37 am
Calvin Harris de ' Ronario
Hell, it's been Hell...but I might have found my Heaven. If she doesn't think I'm a monster... Tilting his head with what Riley might realize is his curious expression, the sort of intense interest as he stared at her, Calvin raised an eyebrow but looked relieved. Then he grinned, and gave her a satisfied nod before laughing and waving her last statement away. "Wait until you get to know me, and all that I am...!" he joked, something almost...sad...at the back of his eyes as he gave the last statement but without any of the bitterness he felt.
Replacing his hand on top of Riley's shoulder, not wanting to presume too much even though he wanted to hold her close to him, get touchy-touchy like all his friends and family had been, Calvin led the girl to his table, taking his hand away to let her make the choice of where she would sit. Going back to his own seat, Calvin waited until Riley seemed comfortable before he sat down again, and made a big show of counting the large meatballs only to sigh with relief that they were all still there. Calvin fidgeted, feeling awkward sitting there with food but Riley wasn't eating... With a bare breath of a sigh between his lips, Calvin started putting his lunch away, resolving to sneak off and eat it later on...or something. That to the side, the boy started talking to Riley, asking her questions about herself with that intense gaze, his eyes staying on her face with attention that would be disturbing if it wasn't so obvious he was just curious, but also listening to what Riley said. He also answered a few questions, laughs and giggles being shared as well as blushes. He even told some of the stories from before, but with more grand gesturing to emphasize the details, and more grins and laughs on Calvin's part. More honest emotions, happier, relaxed... The bell rang, and Calvin jumped slightly, shaking his head and running his hand through his hair as he looked around with a slightly bemused expression. "Wow, that went by fast...or is it just me?" he asked. Getting up from the bench, Calvin's pants got caught on a screw and he fell backwards, landing on his rump then his back with a harshly expelled, "Harff!"
Giving a sheepish expression and laugh, hand at the back of his neck, Calvin shrugged with his palms up as if to say "What could I do?" and also add to the amusement of the fall. Pushing himself up and brushing himself off, Calvin winced as he stretched, shrugging his coat back into place. A smile to Riley, and a sort of salute with a hand-made roll of bread with what looked like salami hanging out the sides. That went into his mouth, the containers safe in his lunchbox that Calvin slung over his shoulder. He accompanied Riley to her locker, just listening with the roll in his mouth, for all the world like a pig puppy dog being attentive to its adored owner, or something, with his wide eyes not leaving Riley's face.
A few more near-accidents, Calvin actually letting himself hit the wall instead of push over a group of girls at one point, and they finally went their separate ways for their next class. They actually had a few of the same classes, Calvin in the same grade technically with just a funky birthday...that, and the US system keeping him back a year to make it "easy" on the transferred student. Or, something weird like that. Calvin went through the rest of the afternoon thinking about Riley, eyes almost kind of dreamy, tinged with green from his content. That, and the fact the jocks didn't seem willing to bother him at the moment.
Of course, Calvin wasn't surprised either when he was suddenly pulled into a somewhat-claustrophobic alley where the kitchen opened up to dump its garbage in dumpsters and trashcans. Gagging involuntarily at the smell as his face met with the metal, Calvin was glad he didn't wear glasses to get broken, shoved into his skin...or to mess up his already-streaming vision. He was laughed at for being weak, only having "pretty muscle" not worth anything, and other such insults against his manhood. If they only knew the REAL reason behind his sensitivities...the fumes from rotting mystery contents was what was making his eyes tear, not pain. Although Calvin made sure to protect that one vital spot, keeping his knees together. Some of this, and Calvin felt his suppressed frustrations and anger, his violence level rising with the aggravation. He blacked out for a moment, shouts waking him up.
Groggy, Calvin looked down, saw his hands gnarled with unusual joints, covered with soft blond fuzz...and tipped with wicked claws. Expelling a sigh that sounded more like a grown, Calvin yanked back, a few wide-eyed jocks holding his arms back. But Calvin was still on his feet, and once he made sure the soles were flat to the ground, the boys were easily lifted and tossed into their friends. Eyes icy blue, almost silver, Calvin snarled with lengthening teeth, growling and snapping at the jocks deeper into the alleyway. Once got a lucky kick in, on his face, and that stopped Calvin enough to do two things; get angrier, but also wake up. A metal can went sailing over the fence, amazingly landing over the leader, Steven, but without overly hurting him. The contents acted as a nice cushion. Huffing panted growls, Calvin bashed his head against the brick wall until it dented and he saw stars...and everything wasn't in hyperfocus anymore, eyes presumably back to normal. Alone, for a few minutes, Calvin slumped at the corner of the alleyway, by the dumpster that held some of his blood. That would explain the cut over his eye nicely, that and his blood on the brick.
Exhausted, Calvin apparently blacked out again, because the next thing he knew, a now-familiar scent was approaching, and Calvin scrabbled to get up, nails momentarily hard again and scratching at the brick, but normal by the time Riley came into view...and the jocks had come back, ringed around Calvin and trying to look nonchalant. It would have worked, too...except for Calvin's freaked look and bruises, although the jocks wouldn't meet his eyes, stepping away as Calvin tripped and stumbled out from the alleyway. They even nicely got out of his way, acting like he'd burn them, their eyes wide and showing terrified white. He had all his stuff, his clothes were a bit worse for wear, but aside from the wrinkles and a few years...and his bruising face and the slowing drip of blood...Calvin looked fine. Knew he would be fine, in a few hours at the most. ONE thing he found useful, although hard to explain. Especially if he was around Riley enough for her to see the just-starting bruises, and watch them get ugly before shrinking... Calvin still wasn't sure how fast he healed; wasn't like he tested it. Anyway, a last Stay away from her! from the jocks, that he didn't bother responding to and Calvin was out of there, heading to the parking lot and his green Subaru Outback. Rummaging for the keys in his bag, Calvin let out a sigh as he slid into the seat, resting his achy head back and jumping when someone tapped on the window. Music in My Head I'm feeling pulled into The Night
I currently have... tight-fitting (but not skinny) dark blue jeans with slightly faded knees, a black suit jacket over a simple grey T-shirt. Silver chain hanging out of a pocket belongs to my cross, the black leather belt having metal not-quite-pointed studs. Black Motorola Razor in my left pocket, a black and hematite bracelet tight to my wrist.Out of Caramel
(Sorry if it's meh, doesn't make sense or doesn't leave you much room to maneuver in; that can be a problem for me, rping too much at once /: was originally going to have the jocks kinda JUST beating Calvin, with them acting spooked or there being a growling heard, but then thought actually freaking them out would be good for later........don't ask me why sweatdrop so um, yeah...sorry about that. and no, not really a fight scene, not much of one, so it's not as amazing as it coulda been sweatdrop )
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