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Post by Joselle on Mar 7, 2013 13:18:16 GMT -8
Oh yes first meeting sounds good uvu Nicoleta wants somebody reliable and she's a little picky about it. Pff I actually see her breaking a random weapon purpose just to see how good he is. And then she'll let him touch her real guns =u= durhur
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Post by Joselle on Mar 6, 2013 9:21:10 GMT -8
'SORRY I CHEATED' CHALLENGES (300- Words)
Click. Click. Click.
She always wore those pointed stiletto high heels. Some were cherry red like fresh blood. Black and blue like the bruises on the body. Cream and beige like the color of naked skin. Estelle was all too familiar to these colors and the kinds she wore on her feet. In a way, she was what she wore.
The high heel. Chic, fashionable, sleek, beautiful. The symbol of high fashion—classy but with an edge, with steel to it. Estelle had waltzed through the darken alleys fearlessly; the monotonous sound of clicking followed her every step. Grace. Poise. Commanding of attention. She fooled the world with her balance, the way she centered her life on a single, thin, and sharp 4-inch heel on each foot.
So tall, so mighty. Yet it hurt.
The curvature of the heels forcibly changed her semblance, naturally pushing the curves of her breasts and her bottom to compensate for the altering of the body’s nature. This was what society wanted to see. The way they want her to be structured.
See, all it would take is a heavy force—a pivot out of turn—and it’d break. Tumble and fall out of grace like the human she is. C’est la vie, Estelle Aimee Bonnefoy. How far can she keep on walking?
Morning light. He rubbed the sleep off his eyes to see an (not so unexpected) visitor in his room. She had fallen asleep again. Nicoleta was kneeling on the ground, the upper half of her body clinging to the edge of the bed. With a slight chuckle, Heracles moved out of the bed, scooped up her limp body and then set her on the bed for her sake. A faint smile—a mischievous grin.
In no time, Nicoleta’s sleeping body was sprawled in an awkward position, courtesy of Heracles himself. Since she was (thankfully) a heavy morning sleeper, he amusedly decided he could use some anatomy practice with this docile volunteer. With a sketchpad and a granite pencil in hand, he be began to messily draw the outline of her body. Mm yes, here’s how her body curves—oops he made the breasts too big… erase (or maybe not)— and her legs are strangely positioned like this--…!
“Mmm…?”
Oh shit. Heracles tentatively looked at the sleeping woman, hoping that he didn’t wake her up. From her awkward half-supine, half-prone position, Nicoleta warily opened her glossy eyes by the flutter of eyelashes. She tilted her head curiously, as if to make sense of the environment around her. Still bewitched by the slumberous spell, she lowered her eyes as she gave the man a small, sweet smile. The woman nuzzled the fabric of the sheets with a sigh before her dreams snatched her away. Out like a light.
He let out a slight laugh and then repositioned her to a more comfortable and forgiving position. The sound of her soft breathing became clearer to him. Her lips were slightly parted as she moved her head to the side. The Greek formed his lips into a thin smile as he brushed some hair off her forehead. Strange, how someone so vicious and tough by nightfall could look so innocent and vulnerable by daylight. Heracles only wished he had enough time to capture that smile in a picture.
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Post by Joselle on Mar 5, 2013 18:39:58 GMT -8
180 WORD DRABBLES Based off thisOne touch and her heart was out of line. He held her close in the muted light of the dim room, drawing her towards him to share each other's warmth. She felt his heartbeat with her palm, drowning herself in the monotony, the consistency--the sound of his life against her skin.The atmosphere was heavy, burdened with the smell of cigarettes and the weight of unspoken words. In this brief moment of lustful silence, Heracles and Nicoleta were only guided by the tantalizing glimmers they shared in their half-lidded eyes. Reckless. Directionless. All were driven by the spur of the moment, the heat of passion. He put a hand on her cheek. They were so close, she could feel his breath on her face The prospect of a kiss. Their parted lips brushed only slightly, his lips lingering over her upper lip. It was called self-restraint. It was called madness. It was called a weakness. It was called acceptance. Nicoleta closed her eyes. "I love you," She whispered under the their even breath. In its wake, followed no more noise but stifled breaths. No restraint. "You know I'll do anything to protect you right?"
Sunday evening. Cafe shop smelled faintly of the freshly brewed Caramel macchiato latte with a touch of cinnamon. Nicoleta knowingly simpered as she rested the back of her hand against her cheek, her eyes glowing with mirth. Andrei made an expression that was in between a boy's pout and a man's frown.
"... What was that all about?" He muttered, the flustered expression etched all over his face. The Moldovan was not surprised with the content of her words; the spontaneous timing threw him off.
"Just a friendly reminder," Nicoleta chimed in lightly as she took an even sip of her black coffee. She diverted her eyes at the rising twilight. Cars rushing on by. Denizens of London walking down the street. Another peaceful day. Another life untaken. Another ordinary, uneventful evening. Today, Andrei was still alive, sitting with her, feeling a plethora of emotions with complexities she could not touch.
She had known to not take anything for granted. For every day with him was just another blessing. Her love for him stretched further with every passing day. Cherish. Her embarrassment. The florid hue that brushed her cheeks. It was a color he could not discern but he knew it was there.
Her smile. Her laugh. The crinkle of her eye, the way her nose scrunches after a rush of happiness. The way she slightly looked over her right shoulder sheepishly as an apologetic gesture to excuse her giggling.
The way she twiddled her fingers during moments of silence or the way she tilted her head as she read a book. Sometimes her lips parted as she muttered words to herself with every line from the novel.
How many times... had he caught himself just looking at her? Donald was never going to be able to count. There was something about it... something about the way the light bent around her. It was a classic and cheesy observation but he would not be ashamed to admit it. There were times she looked so ethereal, so pristine and graceful. The way Lili did things... it was so ordinary, yet it was so strangely perfect to him.
"Donald?"
"Hm? Oh--sorry." Every night, he had been burdened relentless guilt. On one starless night in the flurry of a chaotic dream, God told him he only had a thousand words to seek repentance.
"A thousand?" Donald cried with a slight laugh.
'Only a thousand words are allowed during these next twenty four hours. Be wise.'
"Golly..."
One went to two. To three, to four. Words were simultaneously being exhausted from the allotted amount given to him. A thousand, he scoffed, was more than enough!
Yet he was still mindful; his words were concise aside from the occasional short improptu-speech to embellish his thoughts (which took a good 300 words out of the pool). There were too many things to say to so many people! Where were these words supposed to go? He panicked, his heart racing, pounding, screaming at him, "Two more words."
A flash of red hair, like a fleeting ember. The storm followed with every footstep. She was walking away, like how she always did. He felt as if his bloodstream was injected with lead. The weight was unbearable.
Yet he ran to her. Their semblances mirrored.
"I'm... sorry."
Wordlessly, he embraced her. If only he had a thousand more.
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Post by Joselle on Mar 5, 2013 17:31:58 GMT -8
ogoogakdj;aj i literally flipped out holy she's so cute a;sdjjdaf
THOSE BOOTS TOO
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Post by Joselle on Mar 5, 2013 13:49:02 GMT -8
jdlskdj thanks guys so I didn't fail with my attempt ahhh bwuah thanks <33
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Post by Joselle on Mar 3, 2013 23:15:33 GMT -8
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Post by Joselle on Mar 3, 2013 21:28:33 GMT -8
CHICAGOOOOOo
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Post by Joselle on Mar 2, 2013 16:59:26 GMT -8
I never liked the color red
until you told me what it meant
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Post by Joselle on Mar 2, 2013 10:41:09 GMT -8
GO AHEAD AND SPAM THE SPECIFIC CHARACTER(S)/REGIONS YOU WANT TO SEE BE APPLIED FOR IN ALL CAPS.
YES ALL CAPS
SO YOU CAN SHOUT OUT TO THE HEAVENS AND HOPEFULLY AND ANGEL WILL DESCEND AND DROP THEM HERE.
JOSELLE WANTS:
TURKEY
AUSTRIA
BALKANS
THAT'S IT..
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Post by Joselle on Mar 2, 2013 0:05:03 GMT -8
Jeffrey Lannister His eyebrow twitched at the nerve this doctor had. So a stranger was just going to waltz up and do whatever the hell he wanted. Lannister grunted. "I'm fucking fine." He snapped at the man. "Go check the passengers then, doctor. Seeing how that's the only thing you're useful for as of now." A breathy sigh. The police were coming soon. The sirens drawing nearer with every second and his fate was going to be sealed with a lawsuit. When the woman addressed him, his hardened expression did not soften. His voice, however, was a little more steady and less coarse. He diverted his attention elsewhere. "I am fine. I will be standing here and I won't run if that's what you're worried about." |
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Post by Joselle on Mar 1, 2013 23:58:29 GMT -8
Claudia Her tiny fingers curled into a trembling fist as she protectively set both hands over her heart, as if she was protecting it. "They... took my sister away." She sobbed quietly, stifling more tears. "Those men took her away with my mom. They took them away... and... papa hasn't been home for three days." The pain was too hard to be contained. She had been trying to be strong for too long. Therefore, she wept before this stranger. "I'm sorry... mister." Claudia whimpered as she wiped her eyes with her ragged sleeve. |
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Post by Joselle on Mar 1, 2013 16:53:40 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][atrb=style, width: 470px; margin-top: 20px, true] APPROVED | [rs=2] | [rs=3]GREETINGS FROM TOMORROW NEVER DIES YOUR PROFILE HAS BEEN ACCEPTED. | | | Oh my god you have no idea how excited I am to see a Serbian (for entirely biased reasons of course).
First of all I think his portrayal is just fantastic. He has that mix of a temper but also that inner sweetness--yes it's probably subtle from your app but I think he's a very charming fff. Your personality traits also spin really well with Serbian history, at least from my opinion, because of the empowering and very strong traits. You also provided a really stable reasoning for each aspects of his personality and that really help shaped him as a persona in my head. If that makes sense I dunno. But anyway I am so pleased to see you on board with the long-awaited Serbia. BALKAN PARTY Y/Y OK.
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Post by Joselle on Feb 28, 2013 22:53:36 GMT -8
---Officially closing Activity Check #1 due February 28th, 2013---
Not Checked in:
Austria - Ducky
Seborga - Sebo
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Post by Joselle on Feb 28, 2013 22:48:37 GMT -8
Oh fabulous~
Hmm well all I can think of involves having to do with weapons. Nicoleta's a weapons enthusiast so I guess we can use that to make them meet somehow? We can start there =u=! Anything to add from your side?
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Post by Joselle on Feb 26, 2013 21:19:02 GMT -8
eeee I am glad you like it <3333333 thank you truly ;u;
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