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Post by silentcallings5 on Sept 22, 2013 14:08:59 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,486,true] | [atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/2m7wxv6.png]** Chandler blinked in intense surprise as he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, pulled back with a grunt, too hungover to try and even fight back like he normally would, his senses buzzed and subtle. Though the second he saw the tight face of Jurassic that was when he tilted his face in question, his brain still trying to piece together everything, murmuring in protest yet it was drowned by the buzzing of his head. All he saw was the last inch of Orca's tail slipping into the room as his ghastly blue eyes widened, hearing a splashing sound and biting his lip as he whispered, “That doesn't sound good.” It was as if the omen was being answered, the wooden door creaking open and there stood a rather pissed off Tria, though boy did she look gorgeous in that silken verdant dress, the soldier obediently keeping his eyes locked to her caramel-colored face rather than her curves, a hard notion in itself. He cleared his throat as she scolded her brother, face turning to the side as he attempted to fight the amused smile that wanted to crawl upon his lips, his son's barks heard from within the bedroom, as if he had been planning this all around, just to watch Uncle be put on the spot. The tense muscles of the ghost loosened up when her hand pressed against his cheek, her worried speech crossing sweetly, and he just chuckled as quietly as he could without making that headache return, answering with, “I feel alright, just, y'know, hungover.”
** Her chocolate eyes held something different than what normal worry was, as if there had been a detail from last night that she was fishing for in his memory and as he tried his hardest to remember he just couldn't, shaking his head as he grumbled, “Nah, sorry Kitten, last thing that comes to mind is when I walked over to that table with your friends and then when we got in the dorm… Everything else is just a blur.” When his best friend waltzed past the boys she immediately slinked her way into the kitchen, Chandler glancing over at her brother with a questioning look, nope, it wasn't like the Indian man would remember anything either, he had been fast asleep when they got inside, or at least that's what he could pick up from the emotions scattered around. Orca's bark startled the soldier as well as he cringed at the noise, going to the table as he sat down, waving in farewell at her brother as he left the dorm, silent as usual, and that was when the male noticed her felid ears and tail. He couldn't stop the grin on his face as he internally cooed at the extra body parts, the steaming breakfast set in front of him as he murmured, “Thank you.” But when Tria sat down he couldn't help but lean slightly to pet at her soft ears, innocence in his gaze as he occupied himself with intense fascination, the sea lion's gobbling heard in the background before he retracted, starting to nibble on the toast, still staring at her, but this time at the flickering tail. Curious about what had occurred at the club, his head pulsating with the need to connect the dots, that was when the soldier asked, “So Kitten, what did happen? Last night, I mean. Did I do anything idiotic? Like driving?” Oh god, Maeve was going to kill him.
Amount: 583 Words. Notes: I had toast and eggs for breakfast too x3 Muse: Great :3 Tune: Here Without You ~ Three Doors Down Tags: Vettie with Maeve; OPEN;
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Post by triassicpark on Sept 24, 2013 0:37:03 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Let's watch this city burn From the skylines on top of the world 'Til there's nothing left of her Let's watch this city burn the world - - - - - - - - - - - - - - To say Triassic was constantly displeased by her brother's preferred method of waking her in the mornings (letting her son come in and shove her into the water) would be a severe understatement. And as she stormed towards the door, she opened it with a growl, glaring at her brother as water dripped onto the floor around her feet, her hair plastered to her back, and face. This was not how she wanted to be woken up - ever. It didn't take her too long to remember the house guest, though, and in a moment's notice she was turning towards the ghost, moving towards him as her hand pressed against the skin of his face, eyes concerned, even as she nodded softly at his response, careful to keep her voice soft and as neutral as possible (for both the fact he was hungover and would be ultra sensitive - as well as the fact that she didn't want to give away anything about what happened last night. Especially during those stolen moments, stolen kisses, between them. "Well then, let's see what I have that might be able to help you with that hungover problem, hmm? I'm sure some coffee and food would certainly help. |
[/color]" She declared, before looking at him as she questioned what he remembered. Of course he wouldn't remember what happened after he sat down at the table. He didn't remember the drinks. The teasing. Him holding her close, treating her . . . treating her like she was something precious - far more precious than just a best friend. She shook her head, turning her back as she moved towards the kitchen, waiting until he wouldn't be able to see her features before allowing that brief moment of disappointment to cross her face. But just as quickly and controlled it came, it left, and she busied herself into the kitchen, moving around before the little pup barked, causing her to jump, tail and ears popping up, her tail bushed out slightly in surprise before the fur flattened and she set her son's food in front of him, and then gave Chandler's his. She nodded once to his thanks, nibbling at her food, as she sat next to him. Her ears flickered the first moment his fingers ghosted across the fur, her ears perking up, before relaxing as she allowed him to pet them, seeing no harm in the action. He petted her cat form all the time, did he not? At his next questions, Tria turned towards him, head tilted delicately to the side, as she paused over how to answer his first question, before deciding to just focus on the last two. " You wanted to drive, I refused to let you. I think your keys are still in my purse, actually . . . I'll get them for you after we eat. And idiotic - not really. You bragged about stuff . . . . which, speaking off, you're forbidden from defusing a bomb while intoxicated. Just so you're aware. I don't care if you had some all time record, or what ever. No bomb defusing while you're drunk. Ever.[/color]" She declared, looking at him sternly. She hesitated then, before sighing, knowing he had the right to know all of what he did, and decided it would be best if he heard it from her, not from the others, " And you kissed me . . . . again.[/color]" A couple of times . . . but no need to go into all the details? Right? Like how many times. Or the kisses she started. Or the fact that she'd enjoyed every single knee jerking, dizzy-enducing, heart-stopping, perfectly wonderful kiss. No, she'd just give him the bare minimum facts.[/div] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by silentcallings5 on Oct 1, 2013 16:38:24 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,486,true] | [atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/2m7wxv6.png]** Chandler bit down into the crunchy toast, relishing in the way it crumbled on his tongue, though really, any food was amazing in his eyes, he just adored to eat and he really didn't know why, totally unaware of his currently deceased state. Nope in his eyes he was just some teenager trying to be as normal as he could, even if he was enrolled in the military at a young age, he just thought that made him realize the dangers of the world earlier. He didn't like being shielded from everything, he was curious and believed he had a right to know what was going on in other countries and why no one was helping those beaten and abused souls out on the streets. But then again he also disagreed with some of the deployments the government sent he and the other soldiers on, seeing it nothing more than a veiled mission to claim oil, it wasn't that hard to see past the façade of the greedy officials at the head of all of this. So it was understandable that he wanted to know what happened last night when he was intoxicated, something he scolded himself for, it was irresponsible, especially when he would have to explain this to Maeve later on as to why he didn't come home last night without even calling her. Who knew how worried his mother was during all of this? He nibbled a bit on his lower lip before taking a forkful of the scrambled eggs, chewing with a grunt of self-loathe.
** Pained blue eyes contained a brief shine of a flicker of amusement when she mentioned him not really doing anything other than speaking about that one incident with the drunk bomb defusing and he snorted as she playfully banned him from doing it again. He waved a sore hand forward, grunting out in a chuckled reply, normally serious face etched with lines of content and humor, “But Kitten, I did beat the record~ Though nearly cut the wrong wire. So probably would've been blown to little soldier bits if it weren't for these ninja reflexes.” He winked and laughed, only to take a sip of the scalding cocoa coffee, throbbing brain purring in relief at the sensation that such a drink pulsated throughout him, it was like all of his stiff body was melting into a little puddle. As he set the mug back down on to the marble counter top he noticed the girl adorably glaring at him as if it would prevent him from doing anything dangerous in the future, mirroring the image back to her as he propped his chin with the edge of his palm, only to tease, “Sorry~ I've got to be the hero, my complex, y'know.” It wasn't too far from the truth that he had some sort of obsession with constantly wanting to protect others and put himself at risk, it was like this urge to be able to make himself useful, to find a purpose in life even though he had already designated his dreams long ago.
** Though all calmer thoughts were tossed out the window as she brought up a rather touchy subject, something he hadn't realized he had done last night, his throat drying up as a cold chill ran down his spine. It wasn't like he didn't adore Triassic, it was just that they were friends, best friends, and he was just cruelly confusing her with these constant kisses that came out of nowhere, the headache returning as he rubbed his temple. Fuck. Weathered fingers trailed from his skull down to the bridge of his nose as he pinched it to relieve some of the pressure, murmuring out in thickly coated apology, “Kitten, I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me, please don't think I was trying to take advantage of you.” That would be the last thing he would ever want, especially since that meant he would be back to square one with her and it took such a long time to get the honor of being accepted into her heart, past all those walls held up. Plus an angry brother. A combination of the two were deadly for teenage boys like himself, and his gaze finally caught her's, warm only for her as he added, “I really am sorry.”
Amount: 722 Words. Notes: Sorry this is horrible. Muse: Alright. Tune: Girlfriend ~ NSYNC && Nelly Tags: Dyzz with Triassic;
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Post by triassicpark on Oct 7, 2013 5:40:22 GMT -6
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/2q0nc7k.png);width:500px;height:600px;][style=width:450px;height:188px;overflow:auto;margin-left:25px;margin-right:25px; margin-top:343px; margin-bottom:69px;text-transform:lowercase;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color: 7d7876;]Triassic relaxed against the back of her chair, biting back a yawn as she nibbled on her food at a slow rate, still just asleep enough to not dare trying and scarfing it down. She'd likely choke if that was the case. She watched him, though, trying to figure out how to bring up what happened last night. What happened between them. The subtle shift in their relationship - and how much she'd enjoyed it. But how do you bring up such a cautious subject? And state your own opinion with out completely ruining a relationship that was already as wonderful as theirs was. Chandler was her best friend, and in no way did she want to risk losing him. She frowned though, taking note of what appeared to be pain in those eyes, tilting her head even as she quietly explained parts of the night, before banning him from defusing a bomb while drunk. She raised an eyebrow at his waved hand, his expression one filled with humor even as she narrowed her eyes at his response, "My darling, Channie, if you're attempting to relieve my nervous at the idea of defusing a bomb while drunk; you're really not helping your case. |
[/color]" She grumbled, not seeing anything funny about the idea of him blowing himself up. She rolled her eyes before taking another bite of food, mainly to hide the crack of a smile to her lips. " That hero complex of yours is going to get you in trouble, Chan.[/color]" She responded with a soft shake of her head, her inner cat hissing at the thought before rolling her eyes and managing a faint smile, " I'd much rather you stay out of trouble, too.[/color]" It was then she hesitated about bringing up what else had happened last night, involving the kisses . . . She stared down at her lap as she waited for his response, only for him to rub his temple, before apologizing. She lightly shook her head, not glancing up at him, " It's all right. No need to apologize.[/color]" Her voice was quieter, softer. Apparently the kisses didn't mean as much to him as they had to her . . . though, who was she kidding. A guy like Chandler? Why would he ever stoop so low as to choose a girl like her, barely able to tell the difference between flirting and being friendly. She had no experience with romance, not really, and he freaking owned that club like he was sex incarnate. No . . . she should accept that there'd be no chance of their relationship ever going forward, shouldn't she? " Really, no need to apologize, do it again, and I'll cut out your tongue.[/color]" She teased, managing a smile, before hesitating before managing to look up at him, adding after a moment, " Besides, I wasn't complaining. You're not that bad of a kisser. Maybe just a tad above mediocre. . . . A tad, like hell. If he kept kissing her like he had been, she'd be in serious risk of becoming addicted to them. And that would surely be a bad thing. WORDSthoughts[/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by silentcallings5 on Nov 4, 2013 19:44:16 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,486,true] | [atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/2m7wxv6.png]** Fingers danced beneath the ghost's chin as he felt a flicker of warmth in his chest at his friend's worry, it was nice to have people fret about him, but it was still a rather foreign feeling. Her comment about his hero complex made him snort as he stared at the counter, digits delving into cocoa locks as he mumbled, “But if I can't help everyone, then who will?” His stomach churned at the thought that many children were going to bed cold and hungry tonight, the same position he had been in despite his tendency to concoct some sweet tale up for people to assume that he had grown up in a loving home. It was the only way to shield himself, by forcing himself to believe that he had been happy, and to be honest, he hadn't been that miserable either. Sure, being alone most of his life had brought forth an ignorance of the world around him, but it also turned him into the person he was nowadays, and he didn't think he was that bad, behavior wise, other than the stripping, but that had been necessary for money when he got out of the military. Speaking of the army… Chandler bit his tongue to prevent himself from telling Triassic about the letter he was waiting for in the next few weeks, one that his old general had called him about, warmly welcoming him back into their platoon, but he found his voice already dried up, not thinking twice when he shoved the topic to the furthest recesses of his mind.
** Her sharp words made him smile, a finger over his lips as if he promised to refrain from apologizing at the time being, instead taking another sip of his coffee with a hum, the topic drifting for only a second before she mentioned his skills at kissing. His thumb twitched as a smirk quirked the side of his mouth, setting the mug back on the table as he chuckled and leaned forward, questioning with a glint in those pale blue eyes, “Excuse me? I'm not sure I heard you correctly, Kitten.” There was this spark that had flared in the pit of his stomach, probably the more competitive side of Chandler, the one who wouldn't be undermined without a chance to prove himself. It was as if he were a puppet on strings, controlled by some otherworldly force, standing up and clapping his hands together once with a grunt, as if dusting off some imaginary grime on his palms, all the evil of a soldier's life before coming into contact with someone so pure as the beautiful Indian woman. He rounded the curve of the counter to reach the shifter's side, and that was when he let all common sense shove its way to the back of his mind, instinct driving him as he leaned onto his elbow right beside her, so close that he was able to feel the natural heat wafting off of her despite her earlier dip in Orca's pool. Then, without even a warning, his face hovered close, barely inches from her soft lips as he murmured teasingly, “Care to take that back? Or will I have to defend my honor?”
Amount: 539 Words. Notes: Sorry this took so long. Muse: Alright. Tune: Tango de Roxanne ~ Moulin Rouge Tags: Dyzz with Triassic;
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Post by triassicpark on Nov 14, 2013 17:23:57 GMT -6
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/2q0nc7k.png);width:500px;height:600px;][style=width:450px;height:188px;overflow:auto;margin-left:25px;margin-right:25px; margin-top:343px; margin-bottom:69px;text-transform:lowercase;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color: 7d7876;]It was odd how their relationship seemed to change so easily. From the close ties they had last night, to a familiar friendship of this morning . . . but, it never seemed to be enough, enough for her. She giggled as he snorted, his fingers digging through his hair, her hand reaching out to touch his, "No one can do everything, Channie. You're only one man." She said gently before he grinned, a finger over his lips as if to promise in gestures not to apologize again, before she playfully commented about his skills being mediocre, his lips twitching into a smirk, his glass setting onto the table before leaning forward to question her words, "Oh, what's wrong, Channie? Never been told that you're not the best kisser out there? Poor baby." She taunted before tilting he head as he stood, moving around the table to her side, an elbow braced against the table as he leaned close, and her breath stuttered to a near stop, his lips hovering close enough she could feel his breath wafting over them, "Take what back?" She mumbled quietly, tearing her gaze from his mouth, and up to his eyes, knowing she should stop this, knowing she should back down. But she wanted him to defend that honor. To kiss her senseless just one more time. Was that so wrong. One last kiss to end a night he'll never remember. "You can try, but it won't help, baby. You. Are. Mediocre." She breathed out in challenge, a faint spark in her eyes to disguise the fact she knew this would only cause her pain. Pain and more longing.
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