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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 22, 2010 3:53:22 GMT -5
Hmm. Perhaps the time for sadistic fun was done for now. There had to be more time for dancing, and one night relationships. The mask would muffle her voice. Hide her face. Give her an opportunity to socialise. Get some reconnaissance. Harmless.
Stepping into the room with her mask covering her face, a tiny smile showed on her face. My, wasn't this place lively. Livelier than she had expected. It wasn't her type of scene, but she'd make do with what she had.
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Post by (a♥‿♥a) podz on Dec 22, 2010 19:25:05 GMT -5
. He fixed himself, his suit and his mask. He made sure his suit cuffs were neat and made sure that his buttons were buttoned. He tightened his skinny tie and then rubbed his hands on his jacket to rub off any dirt.
The mask was black and white, the lines running diagonally. It was something that he found at a discount shop, but it was something that he loved. He was happy with getting it and he was happy wearing it. It only covered his eyes and nose, leaving his mouth and lips unhidden.
He walked into the room and spotted a girl. He decided that he would venture over. What would be the worst thing that could happen? A seventeen year old, fit man like himself, getting raped and kidnapped? He thought not.
"Hello."
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 23, 2010 5:00:08 GMT -5
The voice of a male, wearing a mask that looked like it had been made from polished marble on his face. Rather interesting, even before she could see his face. His voice wasn't too hard on the ears either.
Looking over him with slightly more probing eyes, she analysed him in full detail. A little shorter than her, but it wasn't unusual, given her height. Not too bad looking. Yes. He would do nicely as a companion.
"Take a seat," she said, indicating one of the table and chair arrangements set up on the side, her voice perhaps betraying the hint of a smile as she went briefly to the outdoor bar without another word, ordering a pair of drinks. Luxury wine. Nothing strong, being wine, but alcohol nonetheless.
Placing the drinks on opposite sides of the table, she took a seat, comfortably draping her legs over the side of the chair with an elbow propped up on the table, giving her dress freedom to move without tearing. "So what brings a pretty boy like yourself here without a companion?" she asked softly, a hint of seduction in her voice. "Surely someone like you can take their pick and be done." She wasn't exactly moving slowly into this conversation, because slow was boring. For tonight, she was somebody else.
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Post by (a♥‿♥a) podz on Dec 23, 2010 17:04:55 GMT -5
Matthew sat down and when the Luxray wine was placed infront of him he smiled, thanked the person and didn't take a sip. Wine was something he detasted. He hated the taste of wine, he didn't like the flavor and he didn't like the texture of it. People considered wine delicate and smooth. He considered it rough and way to strong. Alchahol was something that he didn't enjoy, he didn't drink much of it. He could sit down and drink something as weak as an alchopop and be perfectly fine. He wouldn't dare sip the wine, but he pretend to like it. He nodded at the girl and smiled, placing his hand beside the base of the wine glass.
"Surely someone like you can take their pick and be done," the girl said. What kind of person was she? She was rather slutty in his opinion. Asking him about his sex life? Sure he was dashing and handsome and wonderful, but he wasn't a manwhore. He was so sure about that.
"I'm not a whore."
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 24, 2010 3:44:22 GMT -5
Eleanor noted the lack of taste for alcohol. How interesting. A teenager who didn't like alcohol. This one fascinated her with his little quirks. Talking to strangers, disliking wine, and then that odd line...
Eleanor chuckled. "I never said you were a whore, silly." She sipped carefully out of her own glass. "I was just saying that somebody like you could ask a friend out and they would be an utter fool to say no." She raised her wine glass in a toast before setting it down again.
"When somebody I don't know comes over and introduces themselves to me, I like to find out what I can," smiled Eleanor.
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Post by (a♥‿♥a) podz on Dec 25, 2010 15:19:04 GMT -5
"When somebody I don't know comes over and introduces themselves to me, I like to find out what I can," smiled Eleanor.
Matthew chewed on his lip. He thought of how he reacted. Maybe he should've waited before reacting on such a manner. He sighed and looked at the woman. Who had complimented him. He didn't think in such a manner. He wasn't sure if he was handsome or 'fit' to the ladies. He liked how he looked, he was confident yes, but that doesn't mean he would consider himself handsome. If he could change things on himself he would without question. He would make himself a bit taller for starters and then maybe make himself more muscular, but that was another days dream.
"Well my name is Matthew Autumn. I'm from Kanto and my parents and grandmother were cruely asassinated from when I was seven to when I was older. The Drifloon that I have in my posession at the moment was my grandmothers and I love Helium to bits."
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 26, 2010 22:21:39 GMT -5
Eleanor blinked. Finding out as much as she could didn't usually entail this much emotional baggage at such an early stage, but she wasn't complaining. It prevented unwanted emotional confessions later on.
"I suppose it's an eventful history, at the very least," murmured Eleanor with a smile, taking another sip of wine, and then he mentioned a Drifloon, and her eyes widened by a tiny fraction.
"A Drifloon, hm?" she inquired curiously, swilling the wine in her goblet as she cupped her chin in her hand and smiled. "A magnificent Pokemon, no doubt. I'd like to catch one of my own someday."
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Post by (a♥‿♥a) podz on Dec 29, 2010 10:03:53 GMT -5
Matthew smiled as they spoke about his Drifloon. He loved his balloon pokemon. She was his best friend and he would be lost without her. She was amazing even though she was weak and he was sure that she would learn new moves sooner or later.
"I love her," Matthew started, "Drifloon are amazing Pokemon. Im lucky to have one."
Matthew smiled as a waiter came past, he asked for a cola and the waiter nodded and dissapeared into the crowd. He wasn't going to ask for another drink, but he was gasping with the thirst, he needed something fizzy.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Dec 31, 2010 13:57:49 GMT -5
Eleanor smiled. She was getting this one to open up. How fascinating. And his Drifloon clearly meant a lot to him, so she might as well lie and say she had a Pokemon she loved too, though she turned her love on and off like a faucet.
"Sounds like my Pidgey," she said, in a believable- but false- reminiscence of apst times. "I caught her when she was just a fledgling, and now she's getting so strong. I love her." Well OK, only the last part was a lie, but behind the mask, there was no telling what was truth and what was lies, even if Eleanor hadn't had years of practice in lying and deception.
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Post by (a♥‿♥a) podz on Jan 8, 2011 17:46:30 GMT -5
Matthew listened as the girl explained her story about her Pidgey and how she had recieved it when it was young. He sighed and looked at the girl, he listened carefully to her words as she spoke and when she had stopped speaking he began to speak. "Pidgeys truely bore me. Yes they can be incredible partners, but they are so common. Every trainer in the biggest regions always end up getting some sort of bird to fly around on. Its either Pidgey, Starly or Tailow because they grow up to be big and strong. Don't people have any imagination these days." He bit his lip and sighed once before the waiter returned with a cold can of cola. He smiled, nodded to the waiter and took the can from him. Within a second he had the can opened and was quinching his thirst with the brown coloured liquid.
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