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 Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 7:51 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 4:14 pm
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jለsፀռ ዠለշէsfiΣረծ
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ฬђเรקєг ค ๔คภﻮєг๏ยร รєςгєt t๏ ร๏๓є๏ภє ץ๏ย ςคгє ค๒๏ยt. ภ๏ฬ tђєץ ђคשє tђє ק๏ฬєг t๏ ๔єรtг๏ץ ץ๏ย, ๒ยt tђєץ ฬ๏ภ't.
tђเร เร ฬђคt l๏שє เร.
Jason Hartsfeild
|| Metahuman ||Single || Thirty One (31) || 6"4 || 196 lbs ||
He nodded, he wasn't much surprised she was a detective, or used to be? He could see it. "I'd never seen myself being one, nope Biochemical engineering has always been my thing, get to make arms and legs." He shrugged. "Pretty cool if you ask me." He looked down at her, noticing how she leaned against the counter, short gray hair draped like a curtain over one eye and she stared dreamily off into one direction. He picked up her gaze noticing the other short haired woman who seemed to also work here. He smiled inwardly. "A ladies ladies, knew it." He thought to him self. He yawned into the palm of a gloved hand, turning around mid yawn after hearing someone apologize for bothering. He stared at the blond for a long, long moment. God was she enthusiastic for no reason, not that that much bothered him. He looked her up and down, strange attire not that we was one to speak, walking around in a suit. She was, he must say, attractive never the less, a nice figure viable in her clothing. He listened to what she next said. Monsieur? Monsieur is an honorific title that used to refer to or address the eldest living brother of the king in the French royal court, why would someone her age be using that. He didn't know her age but she couldn't be past 21. Even if she looked it this world is a curl place and she is most likely very young and every out of his reach. He sighed inwardly, finding it strange as she trailed off. he took her gaze, only looking back at the blond when she hummed in thought. A hug, Damn really. He shot Kohaku a look that she may or may not pick up. It was his ' you lucky b*****d.' this was a look he often shot of to his now deceased friend from Italy. I'm A MessOoC:--
Thoughts: God, younger woman are strange...
Outfit: This |
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 5:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 6:57 pm
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jለsፀռ ዠለշէsfiΣረծ
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ฬђเรקєг ค ๔คภﻮєг๏ยร รєςгєt t๏ ร๏๓є๏ภє ץ๏ย ςคгє ค๒๏ยt. ภ๏ฬ tђєץ ђคשє tђє ק๏ฬєг t๏ ๔єรtг๏ץ ץ๏ย, ๒ยt tђєץ ฬ๏ภ't.
tђเร เร ฬђคt l๏שє เร.
Jason Hartsfeild
|| Metahuman ||Single || Thirty One (31) || 6"4 || 196 lbs ||
Jason stuffed one hand in his pocket, his left hand holding onto the bag. He might as well go, get some reading in and fail at staying away from work and sleep. God how he wanted sleep. he took a few steps in the direction of the door and only stopped because he had heard someone speak. He turned his head a little so see the thin, almost frail looking girl stack books onto the shelves. He had an answer but should he bother with answer her question. It was, after all, to herself. Well why the hell not? "Its not necessarily you get weird people, everyone is weird, you just get the ones whom is most expressive of it." He said with a shrug. His voice was calm, blue eyes welcoming. The last thing he wanted to do was scare the girl off. I'm A MessOoC:--
Thoughts: God, younger woman are strange...
Outfit: This |
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 8:20 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 3:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 3:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 8:30 pm
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"Mmmm...where are my mystery novels?"
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Kohaku blushed lightly as her cheeks turned to a soft pink tone. She sighed soft trying to calm a bit, trying to keep her calm composure. "I'm Kohaku...and sure I don't mind hugs, Madam Adrienne." she said, bowing her head a bit. ...Yeah it was surprising that she had asked for a hug, though she doubted she would feel much softness, since Kohaku always binded her chest.
She had looked over at Jason with the corner of her eyes, giving her the 'you lucky b*****d' look. She gave him a nervous smile, almost telling him that she got a bit surprised, then watched him go over to where Ichigo was...or at least had a feeling where she was. She'd had to talk to her when she got a chance to, after all they were going to work in the same place, so why not introduce herself properly to Ichigo?
Her grey eyes averted back to Adrienne, and stepped closer to the shorter girl and hugged her. 'Ehh...I think she can't tell I'm a girl.' she thought., then letting go of the girl.
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{OCC:}
Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ➳: Bookworm's...well at work Mᴏᴏᴅ ➳: Rᴇʟᴀxᴇᴅ Wɪᴛʜ ➳: Myself and Jason, Co-worker, and another costumer Mᴏɴᴇʏ ➳: $500
I ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪs sᴏɴɢ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ➳: VoiceTʜɪs ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ I'ᴍ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, I ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ ғᴀɴᴄʏ ➳: Outfit
"I gonna take a nap now..Zzzz."
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 8:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 7:52 am
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Nyxy explored the town wandering for what seemed like an hour before she found herself in what looked like a little shopping district. She wandered around until she saw a pretty cute sounding strore, 'Bookwoms.' She couldn't help but think that it was a cute name for place that was most likely a bookstore. Walking inside after asking Ike and Ashe to wait outside, she saw a few people in there, two girls, and two guy who looked like they were in a nice conversation that she rather not interrupt, she walked by them and saw a little area with a blonde boy looking at CDs. She looked up and down the stack displays of CDs before she smiled and said, "Hello, do you like music too?" She asked, kinda taking the setting into account and trying to be friendly since she was still pretty new and figured she might as well make a friend while she was living here.  Thoughts sad Cute store) Hood Off/On: (On) With sad People in store) Currency sad 500) Status sad Happy) Location sad Bookworms) Occupation at the moment sad Nomad) Relationship Status sad Single) People Thoughts: (None)
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 10:35 am
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LET THE WIND CARRY MY VOICE AND THE MUSIC CONVEY WHAT'S IN MY HEART
A BRIGHTER DAY WILL SHINE SO LET YOUR VOICE BE HEARD
LET ME BE THE ONE TO HELP YOU SPEAK FOR YOU ARE MY VOICE AND I AM YOURS
Eagerly, Setsuko pulled up the CDs from the stall one after the other. All this time he had been doing originals and never tried remaking music or even mixing them. On this time and century he had heard these kind of music being played on the radio recently. It was not his line of expertise but going out of your comfort zone once in a while was always a good thing. Being able to find the courage to step out of it gives you the opportunity to grow. However, purchasing these things all from a store would not be very practical most especially if he could just download them online for free. Besides, he do not see any option for him to be able to listen to these tunes. Then again, whatever the results of his little experiment may be he still owed this idea to this store so might as well purchase one as thanks.
Still immerse in his own thoughts, the blonde continued to go through the stacks of CDs until he heard a voice of a girl asking him about his opinion about music. The boy paid not much attention to her and continued doing his search for the one he would see fit to be purchased. Once he was not able to pick something that tickled his fancy, he then decided to face the one who asked him something that was obvious. Not to be rude but he was looking for some CDs so that would mean that he had passion for music. Good thing he was careful of the things he speaks so these were not the words that came out of his mouth. "No, I do not like music. I love it. It's my life." He shrugged casually whispering such words into the air. As soon as he spoke these words he bent a few notes amplifying the sound of his voice. Normally he'd rather not speak, not to strain his vocal chords, but seeing that this is about music, how can he not? Now that he was face to face with the young lady he noticed that she had a large guitar case right on her back. Normally only musicians carry such things with them. His curiousity came over him and decided to speak to her once more. "I guess I am not the only one." he said giving her a friendly smile gesturing towards the musical instrument on her back.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 10:36 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 11:09 am
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