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Post by miki135 on Nov 27, 2010 18:21:54 GMT -5
So basically, all you have to do is post IN CHARACTER what would happen if your character found themselves in bed with the person in the post above them.
Since no one is above me, I'll do Heatran. Cold fingers gripped the warm bedspread. Why was it so hot? Darla's eyes flicked open, and there was a lump next to her. Where had she been last night? What had happened afterwards?
Afraid to pull backthe covers, she got up to try and get a better view. Looking over the covers- oh crap. Walk away slowly...
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Post by freeziepop on Nov 29, 2010 15:52:00 GMT -5
Syl let out a grunt as he rolled out of bed, hitting the floor with a thud. Legs tangled in the blankets, it was impossible for the now-pedophile to make a hasty retreat. He gazed at last night's conquest - a fifteen year old? So that's how it would be, had he nothing better to do than sleep with babies?
Pants missing, shirt torn, Syl could only assume the worst. Slowly the red-head crept out of the room, tripping again and letting out a string of curse words that would make Spirit blush.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 29, 2010 16:17:22 GMT -5
Do do do do do do do do do do. Blue birds twittered in the sky, not the texting kind, but singing. Suns rays played peek-a-boo with the curtain as the wind caressed them, frolicking through the open window. Enough of the sun fluttered on a young mans eyes, enough to probe at his brain to attempt to wake up. But the bed was warm. It was like someone had put a hot water bottle wrapped in a fresh towel, and all he could do was hug it closer to him. But this was big. And...there were lumps. Soft. Icky. Lumps. It was as if he had put his hands in a bowl of rice and squeezed it. Confused, he let out a small groan as he let go, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with one and, and stretching out his back with the other. A yawn, or more of a roar escaped from his mouth, letting out some horrendous morning breath. Sleepy eyes settled on the figure in the sheets. Wait. What? Slowly, ever so slowly his hand crept forward to unmask the villain behind this...this...nakedness. Why was he naked? He swiftly flipped off the blanket and paled at the sight of the 23 year old figure beside him. [/font]
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Post by lyrabutt on Nov 29, 2010 16:23:28 GMT -5
ooc; very naked
She slowly opened her eyes, dreams still floating around in her head. She yawned and stretched. Her arm hit a warm object next to her. As if in slow motion, she turned to stare in horror. She was naked. He was under the covers with her. "Goddammit..." Well, at least he wasn't bad looking. Or too old. She only wished she could remember what had happened. What was the point of "fun times" if it was like they'd never happened?
Lyra got the hell out of there and never looked back.
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Post by nebula on Dec 11, 2010 11:06:48 GMT -5
Quinn's eyelids felt heavy as she opened them weakly; must she wake up? Yes, it seemed - the sun was bright and clear, an annoying, persistent force, commanding her to wake up. She felt bedraggled, tousled; her blonde hair was sprawled all over the pillow, her muscles felt tired, and... wait... was she naked? Eyes opening fully in alarm, she realised there was also a warm mass of flesh beside her. Oh, God. Slumping to her side, her first thought was that this guy wasn't her usual type. Slender, with petite features. ... ... ... That wasn't a guy. Quinn's mind spiralled into shock as she realised she'd gone to bed with a girl. What the hell?!?! What happened last night that got her into such a state that she actually slept with a girl?! Racking her memory, she couldn't remember a thing. Not one shred of memory returned to her. Biting her lip, Quinn scrambled out of bed, pulling on her clothes from last night, trying desperately not to wake the girl. Hopefully, if she left quietly, the girl would forget that anything happened. Finally dressed, Quinn crept out of the room barefoot, shoes in hand, to avoid making any noise. Oh, goodness... a girl...
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Post by sunny on Dec 11, 2010 12:38:17 GMT -5
Quil was dirfting in the aftermaths of a nice dream, and as the sun persistantly shone into his face. Squnching up his face, he attempted to turn on his side, but wait......... Oh god. Oh god. OH MY FREAKING GOD. Quil's eyes snapped open as he soon realized he was spooning a warm body, and that warm body was definately not Roran. What the hell did he do last night? Did someone from the light side drug him and try to get information out of him? Who was this guy he slept with? Quietly, Quil untangled himself from the person and slid out of bed with a graceful ease. Quietly, he looked at the person and nearly screamed.
A GIRL? OH HELL NO. What had he done? Sure, she was attractive, but he was in no way, shape or form sexually attracted to her. A quiet whimper escaped from his lips. What was he going to tell Roran? Quil quickly checked to make sure all his pokemon and equipment was with him and shoved himself into his clothes roughtly. He was hoping the girl would have forgotten him in the morning. He hoped so at least, that was probably a horrible lay. Quil shuddered at the thought as he closed the door behind him.
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Dec 11, 2010 13:02:59 GMT -5
Why... wasn't he alone? No, no, no, what was going on this could not happen. Why was there another person -- oh god it was another man -- in bed with him? And a morph too! This couldn't get any worse. How could this have happened? How could he allow himself to fall asleep with another being? And why didn't he remember anything? Soren wasn't one to drink, he wasn't one to abuse any other kind of substances that would affect his mental capacities.
This morph had obviously tricked him. He had obviously used his devilish powers and did something to him. Oh dear arceus. This was all a dream, and he hoped and prayed that he would wake up from it soon.
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Post by [K]azzy on Jun 7, 2011 8:06:23 GMT -5
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The Hell.. There's a guy.. in bed, right next to Hikaru. Not only that but, this guy looks younger.. must younger. Did he get too drunk? Hikaru had warned himself many times to not drink around other people; it made him social and loving and he was the hardcore, bad-ass type. No, he must of been drugged.. this kid was trying to steal his Pokemon or something.. that had to be it..
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Post by Rekari on Jun 10, 2011 7:38:08 GMT -5
Maria stretched and yawned loudly, like one does after restful sleep. She did however notice that the bed was unusually warm and comfy this morning. Was one of her Pokemon sleeping in the bed as well? Rolling over to the source of the warmth she found that it was indeed not one of her Pokemon but a guy rather... Why couldn't she remember sleeping with this one? Had she really gotten that drunk last night? At least he was cute to say the least. Maybe once she woke up a little more she would try for a round 2... or whatever number they happened to be on now...
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Post by volkner on Jun 10, 2011 15:56:23 GMT -5
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Post by Kula Hula Kimmie on Jun 11, 2011 15:01:14 GMT -5
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Sunlight filtered through the cracks in the shade of the window as a soft yawn with a mix of a groan thrown in escaped the lips of a female. A hand rose to rub at her eyes as she attempted to roll over in the bed to escape the accursed light of morning... Only to find she couldn't. Cracking open a chocolate brown eye she noticed nothing wrong with the wall before her except the bright light in her face. So what was wrong here?
It took a few moments to realize that there were clothes on the floor, and she only noticed that in her half haze because there was a shirt she couldn't identify on the bed side table. Huh? Rubbing her eyes once more just as a precaution, nope, still there. Then it hit her. Slowly raising the sheet over her, and bracing herself for the worst, she saw it. Quickly dropping the sheet she paled. She was naked and she saw the hands around her waist which meant there was someone behind her... She slept with someone? Granted she couldn't remember much from the night before but still, she had morals!
Deep breaths.
Hoping the body behind her was still asleep she unhooked the arms around her as she quickly rolled down to the floor. If she didn't look at them it would be best, maybe then reality wouldn't hit her as bad. Crawling on the floor silently she grabbed her clothes that she could find and pulled them on with speed she never knew she had. All she wanted was to leave but where the hell was her pants?
Brown eyes kept glancing to the boy pants against the wall... Would taking them be bad? Ugh, mentally smacking her forehead she shook her head. No, she wouldn't take a stranger's pants! It was then her eyes fell on her ripped skinny jeans. She didn't think the male would likely fit in them either. Pulling them over her legs she quickly rushed to the door, not before glancing at the sleeping figure on the bed just once. A blonde. Well looks like she'll never be able to look at another blonde haired boy ever again. Great....
Her last thought as she quickly retreated out the door: 'He had better of used protection.'
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Post by zacariah on Jun 11, 2011 16:04:53 GMT -5
"Goood morning! Morning! Morrrrrrrnnnnniiiiinnnngggg! Good Morning! Morning! Morrrrr...." with a muffled groan Zac could hear his alarm clock going off. Was it morning already? Shifting about uncomfortably, his eyes still clamped firmly shut, defiantly refusing to believe it was time to wake up, Zac turned towards his alarm clock, noting there was something in bed with him.
It was probably just Kali, or maybe Ace, he assumed and without another thought one hand was flung outward to smack his alarm clock. Unfortunately for him, whatever was in bed with him wasn't a small little pokemon, but a person on their side.
As his arm reached out it hit the persons back, and tired as he was lazily flopped downward, landing firmly on the persons chest. For a moment longer he lay there, unintentionally groping the poor person before realizing his alarm was still going off.
"Ace...air slash that alarm clock..."he mumbled, even as he began to shift about and stretch, his hand on the persons body clenching shut around the poor girls breast.
It was only as he sat up in bed though, hair a mess and eyes open to faint slits that he began to realize this wasn't Ace beside him. What other large pokemon did he have? Shrugging Zac began to climb over whatever it was, and finally managed to turn off the stupid alarm.
"Sleeeeeeeeeep..."the weary trainer managed, before shifting about to get comfortable, nuzzling one cheek against the cheek of...another person?
Eyes opening fully now, Zac stared at the girl amazed at the fact that she somehow hadn't fully woken up yet. Cursed like Snow White or Sleeping Beauty? Robot? Alcoholic? He had no idea what was going on, though whenever Zac was in bed and freaking out there was always one sure fire way to make himself feel a little safer: hide under the covers.
As he plunged underneath though, things...weren't exactly going as planned. Not only was this strange girl still in bed, but she was naked. Blushing, Zac tried to get away, but the sleeping girl was mumbling in her sleep...and suddenly he felt hands on his head pushing him down...
"Help help i'm being suffocated!" Zac screamed, thrashing wildly until he fell off the bed, dragging all the blankets with him.
For a moment longer he thrashed about, still trapped under all the random sheets and blankets that had been on the bed, before slowly settling down as he realized the girl wasn't under his covers anymore. Satisfied that he'd scared her away, but not daring to poke his head out from under the covers, Zac curled up in a ball and fell back asleep, snoring loudly within a few moments of drifting off.
For both their sakes, hopefully the strange girl was gone before Zac woke up again.
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