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Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Feb 3, 2013 0:43:23 GMT -8
haha i am raiding everyone's plot threads.
Nicoleta: okei so like I might have to PM you through chatango about this one. =u=;;
Donald: Alright Sadiq if you can handle a lot of talking, Donald is the #1 friend. If not, he'd probably be very difficult to be around. It would be interesting though if they have some sort of friendly rivalry? Or maybe just friendship--either works. Donald needs more of either |D
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Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Feb 2, 2013 18:48:55 GMT -8
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Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Feb 1, 2013 18:55:22 GMT -8
Awwhaksdjlka omg that's so cute <33333 ;v; Hopefully they'll be *cough* together by then <3
But he'd be genuinely touched. That'd be like the sweetest gesture anyone had every done for him ;v;
Besides MI6 not killing him.
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Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Feb 1, 2013 15:47:29 GMT -8
I MISS YOU SIS
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Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Feb 1, 2013 15:46:44 GMT -8
Since Femke is a lady, Donald is here to hit on her :U Though there's a good chance they'd be friends. He'll most likely respect her talent and intelligence.
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Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Jan 30, 2013 9:27:52 GMT -8
Donald chuckled to her fit of blushes, deciding that he should tone down the compliments for her sake. He would admit that he enjoyed seeing her flattered very much yet he did not want to push it out of the charming limits. The man was sure that if he were to continue, she might think of his lines only as playful teasing. Though that was true, all of the words he had spoken thus far were straight from the heart. He was an honest man for the most part.
”Me? An actor? Haha! Yes, once, long ago durin’ th’golden high school years‘fore th’ decided te kick me out fer bein’ te ‘into’ in addition te' wisemouthin' against the lout of a teach'. But I suppose I caen be an actor eh?"
Donald straightened himself up, looking astute with an enigmatic, serious expression. He mechanically adjusted his collar with a quick tug as he stared at Lili. With his best, convincing English accent, he recited in a suave, tenor voice,
"The name is Bond. James Bond. I'll have it shaken, darling, not stirred."
And then he dropped the act by making an enormous silly grin that spread from cheek to cheek. The ginger was trying so hard to not laugh at himself because he hated speaking with the English accent. It sounded ridiculously stuck-up to him, which was probably why he had always bullied Arthur so much. "Sorry I doen think I do tha' often," He exclaimed, shaking with mirth, "Well, well! Thank ye! I'd like te think I am in thi' blasted city! Ah I promise tha' I will, Miss Lili. If ye ever need an extra hand er two', I'd be glad ter help out too."
If it meant he was going to be able to see her often, Donald was 100% confident he was going to be able to reserve some time for her. As of late, all he had been doing was wander around London by foot or cab since he had chosen not to drive. Sometimes he spent his days around the pier with the fishermen in the sea-salted air, but hanging around men did get tiresome sometimes. Men - such burly and boorish creatures, not nearly as delighful and graceful than women. Well, most women, that is. A certain twin he knew was anything but those two things - to him, at least. At any rate he'd feel so much more complete and productive if he could help a lady or two with any sort of burdens. There was he, secretly hoping she'd be alright with it and not rule him out as someone creepy.
"Well, yes. That would make sense... but I sure can't speak for everyone." Then she went on.
"Well ah--I picked this one out because it's a flower that reminds me of my heritage. I don't remember it, but it's still... part of me."
In that case, he couldn't blame her. No actually, he wouldn't be able to blame anyone even if he tried. It was his fault that he had been weak enough to be sensitive to that flower. Nonetheless, he masked such feelings of animosity towards the flower by revealing a small smile.
"Tha's a beautiful reason. Though erm 'm not all that good wit' those sciency names y'see. It was some serta miracle I remembered th'star flower."
He observed her which consequently turned his attention to another flower. It was a strange yet quirky little lily that drooped downward, its petals curled in as if someone peeled it backwards.
"Pot-o-gold, y'say?" The man asked, feeling that bit of Irish in him perk up. It was impossible for him to not be a bit excited in anything that somhow relates to his culture. "Ye don't sound silly at all. It's charmin' how passionate ye are 'bout lillies n' flowers in general. Somebody has got te nurse n' adore them. Otherwise th'world would be a lot less colorful, yea?"
Ironic, coming from a colorblind man. It was true from his heart nonetheless. Donald had read countless of novels that had vivid description of flowers and nature. They exist, as he was told, in so many shades, hues and variations of colors he could never, ever see as long as he could live. The sky, they say, is blue - soft, buoyant and relaxing - like the ocean too. The grass is green, a chipper color, supposedly. Sometimes the authors linked colors to emotions too - something he sadly could never really get a grasp on. Most of all, writers of all centuries wrote about the resplendence of flowers. They beautifully explained the majesty of tertiary colors, complementing colors of all sorts that exist to appeal to the human senses. In addition, those love stories - ah, 'emerald' green eyes, what was that really?
He envied those who could see but he was not bothered by it. It just showed that there will always be something in life that one cannot attain that everyone else can have and take for granted. With that in mind, he relished in the capabilities he had rather than find sorrow in his incapabilities.
"Well then!" Donald clapped his hands together to add a little more energy to himself. "Those ar' such charmin' flowers - since I'm Irish I adore this whole 'pot-o-luck-leprechaun' thing, I mean its the common stereotype, yeah! If ye doen mind, I'd like te buy that."
After a bit of small talk, Lili decided to bring out a large and hefty book of what he presumed was about flowers. Donald rested his arm againt the counter looking down at the book probably as an excuse to get a little closer to Lili.
"Ahh, that's it, that's it." He chimed with a short nod after recognizing the picture. "Very nice, it is. Keeps me at peace, y'see. Quite. Quite lovely..."
Nostalgia. His eyes were shrouded with a slight fog of gloom as he looked at the picture of the flower from the angle. So many memories could be drawn out from just a simple picture. Belying his emotions, he let out a short, stifled laugh out of no where, his eyes crinkling with a false sense of delight. "Sorre' I tend te find meself dozed off at times. This flower just reminds me o'much."
"Sorry, I got a little carried away."
He blinked.
Then he laughed.
"Not at all!" The ginger assured in between his laughter.
"'ts nice te see someone else do that. I love it when a person speaks wit' passion, wit' emotion. It's genuine, it's glorious. So please, doen hesitate te speak wot ye will. I find it very lovely--thank ye fer sharin' this wit' piece of knowledge wit' me."
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Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Jan 30, 2013 8:07:41 GMT -8
Nicoleta - Fantastic~ She's open for threads if you want one. uv
Donald - Same gooes for Donald. It might be difficult but he'll hold onto his word so long Katya remains good hearted. Donald feels like he owes a thing or two to the Underground so he'd be willing to keep it a secret. Though if she were to feel threatened, he wouldn't hesitate to suggest an attack on the organization.
Alrighty uvu I will do that. If there's a certain description that you want, please PM the Joselle acount!
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Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Jan 30, 2013 0:02:13 GMT -8
Nicoleta - She wanders around pretty often and her loyalty is ambiguous most of the time, to say the least. But I've hinted that she has assisted numerous gangs and factions so it's possible she had worked under Kat's employer for a time. I'd love the thought of them being lady friends~ They have so many differences but Nicoleta would most likely stick on Kat's good side uvu~
Donald: That makes total sense. He probably hadn't seen her face before anyway. Though if he were to find out, he would have no qualms protecting her too. Though he's one of the 'good guys', I guess, he still does some vigilante acts himself.
Annd I can make a thread for her Nest, actually! Just choose a city and a subboard and I'll slide it in.
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Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Jan 29, 2013 21:58:22 GMT -8
me me me me me
Nicoleta - Okay welp she's the mouthy type of character that might sneer in the face of Tino. But then again she's a lawless with vigilante tendencies. I don't think they'd butt heads, but I can totally see them working together during a serious mission (like that one with Tino without his insulin hurhur).
Donald - Oh boy here's hoping Tino won't get annoyed of him. He's like probably the most talkative and loud in MI6. Though I see them as buddies pretty much. It'd be hard to imagine these two on each other's bad terms since they're such positive people.
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Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Jan 29, 2013 21:55:10 GMT -8
Nicoleta - I glossed over your app a bit and I was wondering if Nicoleta is somehow affiliated with Kat and her medical work. The lawless get many scratches and bruises and it'd be a total plus for her to know of this free business. uvu
Donald - I am pretty darn sure, if they were ever to meet in public, he would most likely hit on her. Yet I feel as if he would have at least heard of the 'Nightingale', given that he was once a Lawless himself. Would you suppose they have met?
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Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Jan 29, 2013 16:21:21 GMT -8
Munch munch munch munch.
Donald had been eating from the same bag of crisps since the middle of the drive. He was simply eating in the silence within the car Vash was driving. Thank God he was too because the ginger could see the conspicuous vexation on his face based off the reflection on the rear view mirror. Aoife—eh well, she was just being Aoife. Of course she left a gap between them in the four-seater, opting to place the suitcase of handguns to physically separate them. The man didn’t complain; nope, he was just eating his crisps to rid the terrible feeling that was hunger.
Hopefully, this amount of salty deliciousness would quell any symptoms of hunger to prevent any bumps in the mission. It was annoying sometimes, even he would admit it, but Donald had to. It was a mental thing. Thankfully this was easily resolved through eating the snack, albeit he could’ve eaten it beforehand. The chewing and crunch of the crisps in his mouth and the way the plastic bag crinkled to the movement was disturbing the silence in the most awkward way possible.
Yeah, his teammates were probably annoyed unless their minds were occupied with the mission. Donald hoped the two were more in tune on the latter with Vash concurrently focused on the road. With all seriousness, he didn’t want them to be fussy about him. Aoife was an exception, sort of—she had a reason to be a little hostile. Nonetheless, he was damn aware that their cooperation, despite all differences, was vital. This was an MI6 mission after all, and though Donald would gladly provide comic relief, he was also keen and intent on success.
Inside looking out the tinted windows, the man propped his arm against the glass and gazed at the building they were nearing. He popped another crisp in his mouth. “Hrmm… looks like we’re ‘ere eh? Find that parkin’ rendezvous, Chipper.”
Of course—one of many nicknames for Vash.
“Looks like we’ve got ourselves in a helluva ride.”
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Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Jan 28, 2013 22:25:49 GMT -8
Hah! Donald was absolutely enthralled by this girl! His grin couldn’t get any wider, his complexion glowed by how amused he was feeling. The way she feigned sternness was right on the mark, done so naturally on cue without a hint of hesitation. Why, he felt as if he had known her for so long judging by the way they were interacting. Her character was definitely an endearing one, outside and in. Not often had he met a girl could relay the quips back and forth like a game. Most of the time, they gave him sheepish laughter and perhaps a few nervous comebacks or two.
But Lili was fantastic in her own right, magnetizing, sweet, and sociable. It was terribly hard to think of not coming back just to talk to her. In fact, the thought hadn’t crossed his mind one bit. He was already a hundred percent sure he was going to see her again. In that sense, he would admit feeling even more attracted to her. Lili had the face, but she also had the substance. My, ‘lucky’ was the right word.
“Well, well! Talent, cleverness, and good-humor—not te mention yer gorgeous. Ah bless me, Miss Lili, yer simply one-of-a-kind. I mus’ admit, ye’ve got the debonairness of an actress."He complimented naturally .
“Aye, slow days eh…? Ah, the tans—the Londoners—usually forget te stop and smell th’roses instead of workin’ so hard. They don’t know what they’re missin’. Th’ experience ‘ere is grand!”
Under his off-hand comment hatched an idea. An idea from an idea. Inwardly preening, Donald fixed his collar as a way of silently patting his back. Gentleman’s creed.
“Now what would you ask that? My favorite wouldn’t be the same as everyone else’s.”
“Good question.” Donald replied as if that had been rehearsed. “I trust ye judgment better than mine. These eyes see very wee on th’ color spectrum.”
Of course, the lilies. Yes---oh no, he knew that lily far, far too well. Much, much too well. He felt something sink in him after the memory prodded on the back of his mind like a rusty nail. It was best to move that thought aside however. Merely a coincidence was all.
“Yes—t’ Tiger Lily. Ha, o’course th’ pattern! A lily for a Lili. Goodness, unfortunately thar’ are no ‘Donald’ flowers—but I’ll be on the look-out should it te appear. How does that sound?” he joked and then gave pause to pave way to a less frivolous response. “ “Ah, I see. Marvelous. Ye’ve got good taste. Are there perhaps any other lilies yer fond of perhaps?”
Donald stared at the lilies in the pot, feeling his mind dip into a cold pool of memories. Colors meant very little, but he was able to distinguish the color of that particular flower very, very well. When she pushed it a little closer, he stood before it and gently rubbed his finger against the velvety texture of the petal. Of course.
“I do actually—I used te love Tiger lilies.” He began, deeply concentrated on the flower as if he was enchanted by its appearance. “It’s like a small hand o’ fire. It has color that’s so vibrant, it’s unforgettable.”
He straightened up, still donning a look of ease despite feeling a mixture of conflicted feelings inside. The man turned his attention to her and her lovely form. Those eyes were so humble, yet he could feel as if they were peering into his soul. That was the one place he wouldn’t want anybody—even God Himself—to look at.
“ “But,” Donald chimed, snapping out of his reverie on a cheerful note, “ “I do ‘ave a new favorite flower. It’s smaller, more stylish. Matches the generation eh? Everythin’s been getting’ smaller n’ sleeker—the smart phones, by God—granted th’ new iphone’s getting’ longer but ah who ahm I kiddin’. Also ‘scuse me I’m no expert florist.”
Now to remember the name to sound impressive…
“Th’---erm I hope I’m sayin’ this right but the Ornitho—Orthinae…” Clearing his throat once, he continued,
“The Star of Bethlehem is th’ more... memorable n’ more user-friendly name. In orange or white. Usually orange—that’s m’favorite color. Er—why? Derno. Somehow that flower had always followed me ‘round wherever I went. Strange coincidences—fate, maybe, if ye believe in ‘em.”
Donald chuckled to push away the unnecessary feelings from inside. He wasn’t going to let that run him out of the chance of having a normal conversation with her. |
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Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Jan 25, 2013 14:36:11 GMT -8
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I can't believe I totally didn't see this ajlkdsa. But I can see them hanging at a cafe or something. Maybe he'd compliment Feli for his taste in style :Ua! They might just end gravitating towards each other because of some of their similarities.
@aoife:
I know right... prfff. Don honestly, whole-heartedly cares for her and he'll openly reject to anything that involves Aoife with something he doesn't see right. Though he trusts her and knows that she's very capable, he still can't shake off his concern for her most of the time. He's pretty open about it too, albeit he makes it seem like it's not a big deal pff.
Yesss his jokes HAHa it's a form of his love. He feels sliightly guilty because he knew that he pretty much cheated off their childhood by leaving. Most of his friendly teasing is because he's desperately trying to mend their relationship. I'm sure they'd argue, but Don is the type that wont get into any fights unless it's something he feels strongly about. He knows that she hates him and he thinks he deserves it as a form of punishment ;n; Still he loves Aoife like no other.
And yes ajd;aj they need to hang out somehow. Like awkward sibling times. Idek... Like they bump into each other somehow and then they're forced to stick together?
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Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Jan 21, 2013 19:42:56 GMT -8
Ohhh the Russian mob. Yes if that's the case, Nico will definitely be involved somehow. She has a bit of a ally/enemy ego towards them. She's like catwoman--just nosing around business without an established side. Since she's a lady of libido she'll most likely take interest in Gilbert. Though I feel that she might be a little weary of him though. =v=
Bahaha yep. Maybe not cash, but a favor =u= To take him on Gil's next endeavors.
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Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Jan 20, 2013 17:26:28 GMT -8
Forgiven? And she said her day was brightened! Well, well, what a response! Such lovely words were like an angel’s hymn to his ears. The sight of her delightful smile made him feel uplifted with a buoyant spirit, as if God had reached down from the heavens to give him a nice pat on the back. In all seriousness, nothing had ever pleased him more than seeing the felicity of a lady. Under the unspoken oath of the gentleman’s creed, he simply enjoyed doing this to give his environment and its denizens a little more positivity.
“Praise th’ Lord, Miss Lili fer ye sweet mindfulness n’ mercy. Fear was in th’ hart wen’ I thought that such deeds wold go unforgiven." To further his act, Donald pat his chest, over his heart twice before he bowed ever so slightly. “But truly I am honored te ‘ve been able te brighten ye day. Not many does th’ sun shine upon London, but when it does I make sure te spread its good news.”
Donald then firmly shook her hand, sturdily but comfortably, even-paced, and warm with camaraderie. A good handshake is essential to every good introduction, after all. With her delicate hand, he made sure to give it extra care. Briefly, his sights were on her of course, at the jewels that were her eyes. It was a color of hazel, but then again many colors in the spectrum were of a hazel-like shade to him. But it was not the just the color that was captivating, but it was the intensity it emitted. Humble, yet confident—a curious mixture of opposite but positive attributes. Indeed she was not an easy read. Then again, he would not have it any other way. It was, indeed, attractive because of this mystique.
And so he had to take the moment to take himself away from those eyes, only to briefly gander down at her hand. On her hand were cuts of sorts and some dry areas. One can only wonder why that is there—perhaps a normal person would occupy a couple of awkward seconds to figure out why. For Donald however, he already had a clue. First of all, she was a florist, one that would cut the thorns of roses and tie lace around the roughness of stems. But certainly one as professional as Lili would not be so clumsy by pricking herself with many thorns. If anything, the appearance of her hand from this angle only insinuated other hands-on hobbies; either that or she had gotten into some sort of accident. The former seemed more of an appealing assumption. Because the chemical reactions that result in intense thought works so quickly, Donald already knew what to say and do to turn this to a social tide in brief milliseconds.
Still holding her hand, he gently turned her fair hand supinely and then lifted it up so that it is at the same level as her chin. If he could, he would’ve swept down and give the hand a proper kiss. Instead, he commented, “Ah, an artist’s hand, is tha’ right? Ye must have many talents.”
He slightly leaned against the counter as he watched her check the price, his side pressed against the vertical wooden surface. The man rested his arm on the flat topside of the counter, feeling ever-more relaxed and comfortable in this setting. If there was another thing he could praise Lili for, it was making other people feel welcomed to this shop. She seemed very sociable, very easy to talk to, which might had been the reason why this little shop has gotten its place on this street. How he admired that.
His train of thought dissipated once he caught her surprisingly sly look before she spoke of overcharging him. He had to stifle his mirth; she was full of surprises. When she sauntered back to her seat, he took his weight back to his feet, standing up straight and facing her. Instead he laughed with his eyes and then rubbed his chin, feeling a flush of delight peppered on his cheeks. “Certainly, is tha’ so? Oh goodness how lucky am I te visit at th’ right time te catch ye in such good spirits an’ not be overcharged. Heavens forsake th’ thought of me bein’ ‘ere durin’ a full house*.” Donald give her a quick nod as he took out his wallet to give her twenty pounds, “Though th’ pleasure is all mine, lass. Now if ye wold, befo’ I take tha lovely arrangement of yer hands, I’d like te ask ye a favor. A teensy one, I promise it won’ be a burden.”
Casually, he walked over to a rose bouquet and then gently brushed his thumb on its petals for just a second. He tilted his head at it slightly as he rubbed his chin once more before glancing at Lili.
“What would ye say is yer favorite flower or arrangement? Girls are—ah—tricky with flowers n’ I want te know the right ones te give becaus’ I want these te be special.” |
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