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 Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 12:58 am
Disclaimer: M'kay, so here is the deali-o, lovelies that bother to read this... This thread is strictly for me and my Anthros, unless I give you permission to drag one of your Anthros. So basically-- if you have an Anthro LIVING with mine (or spend an EXCESSIVE amount of time with them), then it's fine and dandy to scoot them on in after making sure nothing important is going on with them interacting with someone else. Think of this as a... 'behind the scenes' to the backstories and current plots that are applied to certain Anthros.. or just general chaos that I decide to put some of my Anthros through, considering that they don't all get along. Kthanx.
Anthros that AREN'T mine that are allowed:
Alex R. Sanders - Owner: Jan the Verse
Sabre/Jacob/Chisulo - Owner: Kayleigh-chan
Aleru - Owner: Dracier
Shion - Owner: Petite Kitsune
Allegro - Owner: Petite Kitsune
Ryuichi - Owner: Valeria
Tsunami - Owner: Valeria
PAY ATTENTION TO THIS (if you are playing an Anthro in here):
Normal talk bubble = A normal conversation that few in the area nearest can overhear.
Whisper = ONLY FOR OOC POSTS. If you want to roleplay an Anthro OOC with mine, fine with me, just make sure you use the whisper because OOC can get quite crazy. 8B
Shout = Every damn Anthro on the planet can hear this argument!
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:53 am
Ryland: Of course. *He offered a smile to Allegro and a little giggle.* It's just, you haven't touched anything except for my face, hands, and arms. Just a little shock, that's all. *He managed to sound rather casual about it. Maybe Allegro would miss hitting the small of his back and brush off to his side.*
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 9:06 am
Allegro: Alright... I was just making sure... *He continued his petting, his fingers light and tickling, despite the calluses from fighting on them* ... I didn't want to overstep myself. *His fingers slid down, flirtingly gentle and light, going a little further every time*
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 9:11 am
Ryland: *Leaning forward, he placed his forehead and a hand against Allegro's chest to keep the other from seeing his expression, though the way his body shivered was probably enough to tell what he felt. It was a mixture of things that his fingers were doing, but it all absorbed into one sensation... one that he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to stop, but those fingers were getting awefully close to the small of his back.* A-allegro... *He managed out in a very small voice, though made no protest. He was going to be strong and let the angel find his weakest spot, he owed him that much for playing with his wings like that.*
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 9:47 am
Allegro: *He couldn't help himself -- that shivering... and that small voice... something low in his stomach warmed a bit as his fingertips slid lower, to the smooth soft skin at the small of his back. It was tentative and gentle -- but it was an advance. He couldn't help wanting to hear his name spoken in that soft tone again*
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 9:54 am
Ryland: Mew.. *He couldn't help the way the sound came out, small and soft, as if it were a plead. Blushing heavily as the small of his back was touched in a tentative and gentle manner, he arched his back lightly and leaned forward against Allegro, leaning up to gently nibble at his earlobe-- his body trembling in a rather delightful manner as he tried to keep composed.* A-a... Allegro....? *He let out softer, more drawn out than before, closing his eyes and burrowing his face into the other's neck.*
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 5:37 pm
Allegro: ... Mmph... *He tried to stop the winded noise as it whuffled out at the nibble at his ear, and tenderly he continued his slow, soft caresses. That voice, that irresistible tone whispering his name, the way Ryland trembled against him like some small bird... it was intoxicating, almost; irresistible and sweet.* ... Do you want... *he licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry, as he whispered, close* ... me to stop, too...?
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 9:59 pm
This is a roleplay that started in OOC and we all started having too much fun teasing the homophobic, and yet deep down a homosexual himself, Aleksandir. >3 From here to here. Jan and I are going to continue our COMICAL plottle in here. >3
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 10:01 pm
Alisdaire: Ah ha neutral What is his type then?
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 10:03 pm
Andie: Oh. About the type... Just about anything with boobs. I never quite got it, I was never into girls. *Frown frown.* You could always try a couple different clothes, and then if I find something similar to any of his former girlfriends, I'll let you know. *Runs up Real!Andie's bank card to get thirty grand total, handing him fifteen upfront.* >3
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 10:35 pm
Alisdaire: Everyone has a type, it's not exclusive to menfolk after girlfolk. *takes the money and hides it God alone knows where in current slightly too big clothes* Well then, to work. *disappears behind yon Magickal Silk Screen and reappears in artsy-crazy, big-billowy-skirt, lots of jewelry of all sorts style* *absolute demeanor change with a twirl and kiss over the shoulder - but not bothered to change hair or remove glasses, thus a little of a paradox o_O* Goin' with the Bohemian guess, sweet'art~ 'Ow's this suit the ol' noggin for mem'ry?
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 10:47 pm
Andie: *Blinking he gave a hiss and hugged his knees to his chest.* Noooo... Although, the demeanor matches, the style doesn't. Try keeping the same attitude... though try toning down both the accent and the clothes. I mean, Aleksandir likes girls with an accent, just not one so... thick. As for the clothes... none of that poofy stuff, and perhaps not so much jewelry. Kind of like a toned-down... middle-class?
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 11:06 pm
Alisdaire: Mm. Prudish confused *flutters back behind the screen and re-emerges all business-woman like, jacket, skirt down to the knees, blouse, etc.* *back to his regular English accent* He's not in for the librarian type I pray - terribly boring to play after a bit, those girls...
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 11:14 pm
Andie: This... could take awhile. *Giggles and shakes his head softly.* Okay. Oh! Oh! There was one that REALLY excited him. (; Can't remember the poor dear's name, but she was a mix between two things... I think I have a picture of her. 83 *Pulls out his wallet and flips through various pictures before giggling.* Here she is! She was my shopping pal! <3 You can't exactly see... but her skirt was a little shorter than her knees... boy, she was a wild thing!
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