Ƞдҭυʀҽ’ʂ םдυɠɧҭҽʀʂ >>--» CLOSED

[HandsomeStanly]

Celeste

Celeste smiled brightly at Tona and squeezed her hand,
"Oh Tona, your always under thinking yourself, Your beautiful, Cider would be lucky." she replied telepathically, in a supportive tone, "You know I'm always there for you, even in this kind of thing, you should... you should go for it." her smile had almost faded, but she kept it on, Celeste started walking through the street dragging Tona to the fabric shop,
"Now come on, I'm going to make you the most beautiful jacket ever~" she winked giggling, "It'll do wonders for your curves." she teased, trying to cheer Tona up. She liked it when Tona was happy, so she tried her best to cheer her up as much as she could.  

[Jaques Faizon]

¸.•´¯`•.¸•..>>--»DAYTONA«--<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸

Daytona knew Celeste's reply was a facade. The two girls were opposites. Yin to Yang. Peanut butter to jelly. Salt to pepper. So on and so forth. It would only make sense for the two of them to explore another level of their friendship...intimately...but for some reason, Daytona just...couldn't. She felt that there was a line of harmonious friendship that could shatter at any moment if something went foul within a hypothetical relationship.

Daytona watched the road ahead and knew they would still be on the road for awhile longer. The outskirts of town was still another two hours or so away. She turned the music louder and sang along quietly to the songs she knew.

Daytona would make it up to Celeste somehow. And if Cider didn't feel the same way.... Daytona shivered. She told herself not to think negative thoughts like that. She had just as much a chance as anyone else, right? She decided a present would make a fantastic icebreaker. She decided to visit the local costume shop in town and see if they had any funky-looking trinkets that Cider would like.

OOC:

 

[Mort Faux]

>>--»Samantha«--<<
ADD Guardian of Fire

Samantha gave Regina her best smile, pulling the water guardian into a gentle hug and managing to not flinch, the horror of a bathrobe giving her enough padding to not notice the frostbite. "Reggie, if you're still upset about yesterday, it's OK. I'm fine, and I'm sure cider can clear up this little frostbite without too much trouble. You did most of hte work protecting everyone, so be happy, okay?" Samantha couldn't help but giggle a little, giving her best smile, though she was interrupted by another loud grumble from her stomach. "Hey... want some waffles, Reggie? I'll break out my stash..."


 

[Farthingale]

٭CIDER٭

Cider felt the disappointment in Dayonta's reply, but was
glad she would be able to deal with it that evening. Why
don't we have dinner out on the zenith balcony, just the
two of us? Then you we can talk at length, uninterrupted.
I know how much you value your privacy. With that, she
heard the engine rev again and soon Daytona tore off with
her two passengers. Now then... to that niggling thought.

Cider returned to a sunbeam in the lounge, thankful for a
moment that she was immune to the damage of UV rays
in this enhanced, deified state of being. She had a book
bound in brushed carmine leather and a fountain pen; in
her left hand she held the runstone Thurisaz, stave of
contemplation and counter-defense, the meditative entry
point to the 'inner giant' who buoys confidence during
trying times; within the same fist she held a rough sliver
of sapphire: rare, immensely strong and a talisman
against bloodshed; she breathed slowly, clearing her
thoughts, asking that the energies she required make
their way from her left hand to her right, and into her
pen.

At length, she tightened her grip on the instrument,
brought it to the page, and began to write. She wrote of
her sisters, of her Self, of the ebb and flow of the world
that moved beneath her as though lightly rocking a small
boat. Her empathy with the physical was greater than the
sum of her peers', although ethereal matters were
somewhat above her ken, and so her contemplation lay
heavily upon her, a load she felt capable of bearing.

 

[Jaques Faizon]

((celese, we;re not in town yet...no one is tready for a timeskip  

[Farthingale]

[ Having said that... I'm out of commission until someone either comes to me, or until it's time to make dinner. Though, Cider had considered writing some poetry...]  

[Mort Faux]

Farthingale McKay

[ Having said that... I'm out of commission until someone either comes to me, or until it's time to make dinner. Though, Cider had considered writing some poetry...]

((You're not totally out of commission, Sam and Reggie are lurking about the house. XD ))  

[HandsomeStanly]

Ice God Erik

((celese, we;re not in town yet...no one is tready for a timeskip

((Ack sorry crying I'll just delet that post, I'm to busy right now to make a new one so i'll catch up in abit >.<))  

[Farthingale]

٭CIDER٭


When all was said and done, Cider had covered three
pages with various writings, the pages warmed by the
sunbeam and the heat of her hand that had moved at
varying speeds across the rough paper. Placing the
pen down, she cocked her head against the silence,
feeling that there were still bodies in the house with
her, but unable to hear them. Well, perhaps they did
not want to be heard, she mentally shrugged.

Slowly she folded away her esoterica, then moved to
the kitchen, turning over ideas for slow-cooking food
that would breach the time of her sisters' absence.
Presently she decided on a soup and began to
choose items from the crisper drawer. Her ears were
still alert for noise from her housemates, and in some
slight annoyance with this tendency of hers, she
began to sing to herself, forcing inner absorption. The
song was blues-based with a steady, strong rhythm,
like the sounds she had grown up with in the desert.

"Mother spent ten years sitting by a window
Scared if she spoke she would die of a heart attack
She listened as her dreams silently screamed
They drowned like little dolphins caught in a fishnet
Dear world I'm pleased to meet you ..."

 

[Jaques Faizon]

¸.•´¯`•.¸•..>>--»DAYTONA«--<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸

Daytona pulled slowly into the gas station where there was a few guys working inside the attached garage. Daytona turned the engine off and stood up to stretch. A few bones cracked back into place and she reached her arms up into the sky to stretch out her shoulders, revealing her toned abdomen briefly.

Daytona surveyed the gas station to look for someone to service her bike. She looked behind the sent of pumps and saw only a woman bent over working on another motorcycle.

Daytona turned back to Celeste and Zoe. "Some service. Here, Zoe, take my card and go grab some snacks from the mini-mart right here. I'll find someone to pump gas."

OOC: I'm going to make the timeskip happen now because I can.
It is now about 3:00 PM when we finally get into town.
Feel free to converse with your own NPC's (like that big fight we had. If you want to post separate replies to "talk with yourself," feel free.
I know personally I'm going to have another NPC i'm going to play (my broker).
Also, we lost Zoe, please check out the announcements pg. 1.
I'll take her over for now until we can find a replacement.

 

[Jaques Faizon]

ZOE

Zoe took the credit card from Daytona and smiled brightly, stepping out of the sidecar and walking unsteadily into the mini mart.

"Snacks, got it," she happily said. Zoe pushed the door in and walked into a dingy little mart where there was a half-stocked drink cooler and a few shelves of pre-wrapped pastries and bagged chips.

Zoe looked over the shelves and managed to take a few bags of chips that weren't out of date, and an armful of pastries that weren't rock hard. She also grabbed three big bottles of water -something healthy- and went to pay at the counter. The older, hefty man rang up the order, bagged it, and Zoe went back out to the bike where she slid back into the sidecar next to Celeste.






OOC: If anyone wants/knows of someone to play Zoe, we can discuss it.  

[HandsomeStanly]

Celeste

Celeste walked inside with Zoe looking around the room with curiosity she check the shelves,
"Hmm..." She grabbed a few sweets off the shelf looking at Zoe she smiled holding them, she also got some gum, she smiled and held them all in her hands almost dropping a few, she sighed looking around some more, she just loved sweets. She blushed softly looking at the food in her arms,
"Maybe... I got just a little to much?" She asked laughing a little having a hard time picking what NOT to buy.  

[Jaques Faizon]

((unfortunately, i personally am having some internet issues, being not having it, so I might not be around for a few days. it seems like this RP is dying fast anyway...bummer. but when i can get back on, hopefully we'll all still play. smooches!))