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 Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 7:01 pm
Eventually Roland managed to break free of Nevada and stand on his own two feet. It didn't result in much freedom as he was quickly attacked by the mist girl locked by his arm. "Ahe? Noooo I want to go back Nevada I didn't get to have any pie and everyone else is there and it was fun!"
He pouted as he stumbled along behind her.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 7:32 pm
Nevada on the other hand had managed to drag the mist hunter right back into his room, slam the door shut and stare at him.
"Roland~" She studied the hunter carefully as she smiled at him. "Roland hun, you were poking me all night." Even when he stood, she was there with her arms wrapped around his waist, staring intently in his eyes.
"Poking means you want attention. Thus I am technically giving you what you want." She snorted as she ran her hands up her side and started to tickle. "Now for your punishment."
Because her face got super serious and scary.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 7:39 pm
"I think. Poking. Is the least I could do to you. For stealing my turkey thank you very much." He finished the sentence with a nod confirming he was very much right about this in his mind. She took from him, so he bothered her all dinner. Fair enough right? Besides the other hunter practically clinged to him when given the chance so physical contact was okay right? She wasn't like Rep. Not at all. Right?
"H-hey now that tickles!" He fussed a bit squirming at her touch before freezing at the look on her face.
"P-punishment!?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 7:44 pm
"Food should never be left unattended Roland~" Was all she said on the matter.
On the note of clinging, yes. She did. And it comfortable.
"Does it really?~" She all but purred out, her face still seemed super scary. A leg hooked behind his, as she gave him a little nudge. Once he dropped to the bed she attacked.
And by attack, she viciously tickled his sides, under his arms, neck and any other area she could reach.
At one point, she managed to straddle him for easier and optium tickling range!
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 7:49 pm
"I was only talkin to my friends Nevada..." He mummbled as he tried to move backwards as she wrapped around him, one step was all it took and he hit her hooked leg falling back eyes wide as he let out a yelp.
He didn't have a chance to retaliate, she was on him in a flash fingers sneaking here, there, everywhere causing him to flail helplessly in a drunken stupor. "N-N-nononononono!" He shouted squirming about beneath her trying to use his jacket as a defense while poking at her own sides between attacks on himself.
"Whyyyyy!?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 8:44 pm
"Except the poking!" She continued her tickling, the poking now becoming ignored as she chinese tortured his chest.
The only way to win was somehow overpower her!
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 9:07 pm
Right. Overpowering. That was something Roland was great at really. Just outstanding. Instead he just squirmed and kicked on the bed flailing about before reaching up and tugging Nevada down and wrapping his arms around her. Can't tickle me now can you?
Oh accept now he was firmly pressed against her inches from her face blood red from laughing, drinking, and now a cute girl on top of him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 9:28 pm
It was like riding those electric bulls! At one point Nevada was going to be bucked off when strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her close.
His face was super red, probably from the alcohol and yet had the girl with her own flush rising.
"Roland?" Violet eyes looked at him questioningly before she laughed as well. "Better let go handsome, I promise not to tickle you again." Because the close range was making her nervous.
And she didn't like being nervous about things.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 9:32 pm
The tickling did indeed stop. For a moment they laid there, Roland's arms wrapped around her, pinning her to him as best he could to keep her still and suddenly her eyes where locked on his.
"I um... well how can I be sure, it isn't a trap?" He asked generally unsure if he could trust Nevada, she was rather coy for the most part. It took him a moment but he eventually noticed the blush in her cheeks causing his own to get worse as his arms loosened up a bit.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 9:47 pm
"Scouts honor.." She nodded. Not one to usually blush as well, she looked away. It was odd, so very odd.
When she felt the arms loosen, she sighed in relief and slid off him to rest at his side instead.
"I'll steal some pie to make it up to you instead okay?" She chuckled before resting her head in the crook of his arm. "I'm worried about going back to the Labyrinth...Do you think we'll be okay if we go again?"
Subject change, work was always a way to get rid of sticky little insecruties.
"Also your friends seem nice!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 10:02 pm
With the promise he slowly let his arms unwind falling flat at his sides letting Nevada wiggle free and do as she pleased. Good to her word she slid up against his side resting easily against his arm.
"Apple alright? That's the best kind." He rolled over a bit one arm under her letting her rest watching her lazily. "Mmm... I honestly... I don't know. Long as we have pendants and we can get out then yeah I think we should be good..."
Why did she have to bring that up? They where just at thanks giving dinner? Still the topic slide sideways halfway back to where they had started. "Yeah, they're good people. Jordan's like a brother I've never had and Rep is... like that older brother you sometimes hate but end up caring about anyway. There are others who weren't there but you'll see them. Eventually. I think."
Half closed lazy eyes watched her as they lay there, for once, and likely because of the booze he didn't mind her clinging and cuddling up to him. Some part of him that was embarrassed by it just didn't care right now.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 11:14 am
She scrunched her nose up and shook her head. "Pumpkin is for thanksgiving. Apple is for summer." She laughed, patting his chest. "Oh that's true huh..." She struggled to keep her voice cool and relaxed.
Because rattling her...rattled her, she had to drop into a moment of seclusion to recover and become herself again.
"Jordan does seem like the older brother type. It'd be nice to ask him more questions but I don't want to keep bothering him." She laughed again, the awkwardness easing again. "I see." She just hummed and closed her eyes.
"Why did you become a hunter Roland?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 11:32 am
"Mom used to make apple pie at Thanksgiving, but it's pretty good in the summer too.." He seemed distant for a moment before looking at her again before she responded tilting his head.
"He doesn't seem to mind helping people, just when he's with the boys well, he might want time with them. If you catch him alone he'd probably be good to help and stuff."
Something was still off in her voice, in her actions, it was fading but he couldn't help but feel he had done something wrong at some point tonight beyond simply poking her. While he lingered on this she caught him again with an odd and almost sudden question.
"Why?"
He paused for a moment.
"Because... I knew, I know why, a lot of things happened. My parents blamed me, for things being misplaced, accidents that happened. Dad was falling apart, from the post traumatic stress and the things that kept toying around with us." He closed his eyes thinking back to all the times he caught something in the corner of his eye. The way something would slip off a table when no one touched it, how his parents blamed him for each one.
"Dad snapped. Mom didn't want me. They told me I wasn't crazy. I was right. I had no home, no real family, no friends. I left..." A small smile crossed his face.
"But... then I met Rep, and Jordan." He paused, "Ceres, Candace, Lex." The smile grew goofier and he shifted his head looking at her directly. "You."
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 11:21 am
"Oh. Then I'll get you some Apple pie~" She murmured in his side. If it was tradition for his home, then who was she to break it? She didn't notice the pause in the moment though.
"boys? As in Rep and the blonde man? He's very lucky to have to men who love him a lot. Though it could be the same for the other two right?" She chuckled, wondering how close the islanders had come together as.
"Because I like to know these things?..." She smiled at him. When he told her though, the smile disappeared into sadness and a bit of rage. HIs parent...had they never understood?
Neither had Alaska or hers. At least their father never did. Their mother just told them never to speak of it.
Her hand reached over to take his and she squeezed it. "I'm glad you came to the Island Roland." She tugged on it and gave him a smile back. A small blush though rose at the mention of her...her body tensing automatically. "You say that now, but i don't think you'll think so later..." She squeezed one more time. "Just wait for what I have in store for you my friend." She turned her gaze so she didn't have to look into his eyes anymore.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 11:34 am
"Nice warm apple pie..." He mummbled softly staring at the ceiling as he slowly let his eyes slip shut simply enjoying the closeness. Nodding a bit as Nevada spoke of the three.
"It's... complicated. But they work for one another I guess. Without them, Rep would be... a very different person I think." He didn't dwell on it much, likely Rep would be dead if not for them keeping him in some resemblance of check.
"Well... now ya know." He said it easily, he wasn't upset at her. It was kind of nice to talk about it in a way. Sylvia seemed to grow quiet as well, somber even at the conversation before retreating to her own place in his mind quietly looking for those idle thoughts he mentioned like pictures in a book.
Slowly his own fingers twisted around hers, warm and soft, not yet callused and scarred from day after day of fighting yet. "Really?" No one had every really said that about him. He was just another trainee underfoot, Petra and Sasha had made it clear they didn't expect him to live long at all. Candace and Jordan seemed to care, but to hear someone say it?
It was nice.
He rolled his head, watching her smile, the way the color rose to her cheeks as she squeezed back at his hand. Even as she turned away he rolled ever so slightly pressing his chest against her back hand still locked with hers over top them as he snuggled in closer against her.
"I don't... I don't think I'll mind much." He smiled again chuckling a bit with a hiccup, "I think we'd just end up laying here forever someday."
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