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Post by Jean Shadowport on Oct 6, 2011 14:05:18 GMT -5
For thoes who don't know, hitting Conrol + V on your keyboard pastes the last thing you copied. With this game, you have to hit Control+V and post it, no matter how weird it can get! ^_^ I shall start, then, shall I? The boy didn't respond for the longest time. She wondered if he was asleep, or just ignoring her. If it was the latter, she supposed she couldn't blame him. Just because she was willing to talk to total strangers didn't necessarily mean that strangers were entirely willing to talk to her.
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Post by K I R A on Oct 6, 2011 18:35:05 GMT -5
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Post by Jean Shadowport on Oct 8, 2011 2:40:34 GMT -5
Luckily, he didn't leap at her or snarl at her or insult her or ignore her or anything rude or frightening like that. He actually seemed to be a bit uncomfortable, or at the very least very surprised, that she had found him. But when he gave her a little smile, she returned it in kind, no less sure how to continue than he was. Her heart pounded and she started to feel a bit freaked out. For a few moments, it seemed they would just sit there in awkward silence, but he finally spoke up. His first attempt managed to get a small giggle out of her, though, which broke the tension effectively. For her, at least. "I'm looking for someone," she answered softly, figuring that was close to the truth. Granted, she had no clue who she was looking for, but still.
She watched the way he moved his umbrella, a small smile on her face. He seemed distracted, or absorbed in thought. The feeling was one Eve could sympathize with; she often found her thoughts drifting off as well. She smiled at him again, and said, more as a way to keep him on track, "I like your hat...and your umbrella.". They were kind of cool, like the kind of thing you'd expect a character in a movie to carry around.
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Post by S A V A G E on Oct 12, 2011 15:56:04 GMT -5
Yuuen. It had a nice ring to it. An attractive name for an attractive man, Princess supposed. That's how the world worked, wasn't it. Attractive people got what they wanted simply by being beautiful. Of course, they had to have a certain amount of beauty, a certain amount of charm... To some, these things came naturally. Like Princess, for example, has always been cooed over, even as a child, for being "cute". Not handsome or any other seemingly manly way to describe the way a man looks. No, he was always a Princess, never the Prince.
"Yuuen it is then!" He preferred being on a first-name basis with people he worked with, made things less...awkward. A model had to be comfortable with their co-workers, or else the pictures would come out stale, lifeless. There had to be emotion, or else it wouldn't be worth anything. So, Princess stayed friendly, always friendly. He cocked in his head slightly in response to the wink, flashing a pearly white grin.
The two would be modeling for an advertisement. The photographer began spouting ideas for positions, giving vague instructions but leaving most of it to the two models. The first idea was simple, wanting to show affection between Princess and Yuuen. The suggestion was for the taller male to take the chair, Princess sitting on the floor by his legs. The emerald eyed boy made no protest, closing his eyes for a moment, his bright expression softening from its previous brightness, a sober looking taking over as he gingerly lowered himself, shifting his legs to tuck them slightly, knees pulled closer, pale skin showing from the calf down, dress ruffled up around him. He tilted his head to look up at Yuuen with half-lidded eyes, waiting for the other to take his own position.
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Post by Jean Shadowport on Oct 12, 2011 18:17:06 GMT -5
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Post by Sir Ragnarok Leonhart on Oct 25, 2011 18:17:39 GMT -5
[12:00:00 AM] ยป sin with romeo: HNNGGG
...yeah.
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Post by Jean Shadowport on Oct 26, 2011 14:43:18 GMT -5
Belphegor
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