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Post by jka on Jan 6, 2013 14:12:28 GMT -8
| [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://subtlepatterns.subtlepatterns.netdna-cdn.com/patterns/tiny_grid.png); padding: 5px;,true] [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; color: #363636; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 10px; width: 100px;]Watching every move you make I hope you slip, I hope this fades away. I get closer with the silent treatment, when it hurts to need it, when it's hard to leave it, come to me | April 29 – 10:10PM
Overcast, 63°F
Darius let out a stifled yawn as he burst through the doors of the hallway and stepped into the crisp night air. Having classes every other day made for a good number of hours in his workweek, but it also meant being at school from dawn till dusk. Every Tuesday and Thursday, his course schedule was filled to the brim with classes starting at eight in the morning to ten at night save a measly hour break around noon to grab some form of sustenance from the food court. Needless to say, he was pretty beat after his class days, and usually made an immediate beeline for his car, stopping at a drive thru something before going immediately back to the apartment to relax for the rest of the evening.
The boy took quick strides in the direction of the parking structure, which was still a ways to go from the concentration of buildings the classes were held in. There was hardly anyone else on campus at this time besides the students who’d just gotten out of class like himself. He was used to the dark, deserted look of the campus by now, but the setting still put him a bit on edge. The lamp posts illuminating the pathways hardly covered enough pavement to deem the area safe, especially considering the location of the school. College campuses in general were sketchy enough in general at night, and despite it being one of the most prestigious public universities in the nation, there had still been quite a few tragic and violent incidents reported in the papers that occurred at times like this when there were no witnesses around, just like what had happened to him all those years ago. If he had it his way, he wouldn’t even be on campus this late at all, but he couldn’t exactly afford a cut of his paycheck due to not being able to work enough hours.
As if to reaffirm his worries, the blaring of multiple police sirens coming from the nearby street pounded through his ears. It was an annoying sound, but he supposed it was far enough to try and ignore. However, the sound made him deaf to the sound of his key ring, who unbeknownst to him, had been the source of the steady deterioration of his favorite pair of jeans, falling through the hole it had created and hitting the pavement with a metallic jingle. The object had landed close enough to a source of light to give off a lost sparkle, but was still out of its owner’s line of sight. Darius obliviously continued across the pathway, completely unaware of the fact that he wouldn’t be able to leave. [/style][STYLE=padding: 3px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #999999; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -5px;]TEMPLATE BY PEBBLE OF GS[/style]
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Post by genevieve on Jan 6, 2013 20:22:09 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] AND IT'S A BRIGHT SUNNY DAY[/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Xcokh.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 5px solid #000000; margin-top: -07px; text-align: center;][classy=avatarr]WORDS; way too many
TAG; Darius
NOTES; my post is long and boring and bleh [/classy][/style]
[style=font-size: 09px; text-align: center;]by toky ★ of
rhi & ote[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]IDespite an experience only a mere seventy-two hours prior that had made Genevieve promise herself that she would not be out alone after dark, the young woman simply could not help herself. If curiosity killed the cat, it was certainly was going to get the best of Genevieve, too. The future medical student may have been a lot of things, but unfortunately, patience was not one of her virtues. The sun had set about an hour and a half ago, and the breath-taking vision of the sun painting the sky brilliant shades of pink, purple, and orange filled Genevieve with the desire to walk and roam the streets of this still alien city.
Though the sky was overcast, the moon fought to be seen through the clouds, casting an bewitching and eery light on the ground. It may not have been the most traditional opinion but Genevieve thought it was a beautiful night. The misty silver light dusted every surface that it touched and gave the streets a story book feel. For lack of a better word, Genevieve had found Los Angeles to be enchanting, and the young woman was quickly coming to realize why so many young people fantasied about moving to this coast.
There was not question about it: Genevieve was going out tonight.
Throwing on a cozy sweater, Genevieve made sure that her cell phone was fully charged as she shoved it in the pocket of her jeans and left her apartment, securely locking the door behind her. Having been in the city only for a short while, Genevieve still had much exploring to do, but was sensibly enough to leave most of her wandering for the daylight hours. A place that she had been wanting to visit since she arrived, however, was less than a ten minute walk away and was located in a neighbourhood that Genevieve felt safe enough to venture to alone. With her head held high, Genevieve began her walk toward the UCLA campus.
Having grown up in New York, Genevieve had developed acute senses as was always aware of her surroundings. Actually, she was boarder line paranoid when she was out by herself. Nearly every sound made her jump and she was always ready to run. There was something about California though, that relaxed Genevieve, even just a little bit.
Must be the salty, ocean air. Genevieve mused as she heard sirens in the distance that did not automatically made her fear for her life.
Looking around the campus, Genevieve smiled as she gazed at the buildings in passing. The university was beautiful and she was certain that the next four years here were going to be enjoyable. A few students could be seen exiting lecture halls as classes let out for the day and Genevieve pitied them for she would not be able to focus so late at night. The smallest of sounds, however, tore her attention from her milling peers as she heard metal softly 'clink' against pavement. Returning her attention to forward and to the sidewalk ahead, Genevieve noticed keys shining silver under the street lights.
Taking five strides forward , Genevieve bent down and retrieved the keys that someone appeared to have unknowingly dropped for there was no one that appeared to be coming to retrieve them. Furrowing her brow as she concentrated, Genevieve examined the street. Save for a man a moderate distance ahead of her, she could see no one else in the area. Shrugging her shoulders, Genevieve twirled the keys around in her hand once before clutching them in her right hand and jogging toward the man ahead of her.
The man had about a head of height on Genevieve and had unruly black hair that made Genevieve wonder if he was a student that had fallen asleep in one of the night classes. From behind, she could only guess his age, but Genevieve would bet that he could not yet be middle aged. His dress appeared too casual and his hair, well, too tufted. For a brief moment, Genevieve imaged the man falling asleep at the back of his lecture hall, sprawled out on his desk. She smirked at this thought.
"Excuse me, but are these your keys?" She asked him, smile still evident on her thin lips as she slowed her jog and stopped beside him.[/classy] |
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Post by jka on Jan 6, 2013 21:44:01 GMT -8
| [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://subtlepatterns.subtlepatterns.netdna-cdn.com/patterns/tiny_grid.png); padding: 5px;,true] [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; color: #363636; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 10px; width: 100px;]Watching every move you make I hope you slip, I hope this fades away. I get closer with the silent treatment, when it hurts to need it, when it's hard to leave it, come to me | The sounds of the sirens disappeared as the vehicles drove farther and farther away, only to be replaced by what seemed to be someone coming his way. Darius barely had the time to turn before a head of long, white hair accompanied by a smile materialized by his side holding what seemed to be his car keys. He blinked at the girl, a beat passing as his mind took its sweet time registering the question.
“What the–” he let out, dazed from the long day and a bit surprised that a complete stranger had appeared out of seemingly nowhere and approached him. His hand immediately went to his back pocket only to finger the gaping hole in the worn denim. The boy let out a sigh, far too tired to emit a curse. Looked like he’d have to bust out the sorry excuse for a sewing kit he had when he got back to the apartment. “I guess so,” Darius replied, mouth curling into a brief smirk of gratitude. He would have been in some deep shit if he’d lost those.
“Thanks,” he added as a verbal testament as he took his keys back, sticking them into his other back pocket (after making sure it was hole free). With his eyes already downcast, he gave the girl a once-over from her feet back up to the strands glowing in the lamplight, realizing that he’d looked past her rather than at her when she’d first approached him. She looked to be around his age more or less, or was at least a fellow student, and was taller than most of the girls he knew, though was still a good deal shorter than he was. His eyes strayed towards their surroundings for a moment, failing to see another soul in sight. At this point, he supposed it was safe to assume that, like him, she was alone. He wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that.
There was a pause as Darius mulled over his next move. As much as he wanted to cease interaction and make a break for his car, his gut instinct was telling him to wait. It was a bit old fashioned of a concept, but he felt uncomfortable leaving a girl to wander alone at this hour in this part of the city. “Did you…just get out of class?” he asked her, trying to ignore that this was probably the most social he’d been on campus in weeks. “I can walk you to your car if you want,” he said, working off of his assumptions and meekly scratching at his nape. Though he’d spoken with good intentions, he was fully aware that she might take his offer the wrong way, but it wasn't like he'd be offended or heartbroken if she refused. [/style][STYLE=padding: 3px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #999999; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -5px;]TEMPLATE BY PEBBLE OF GS[/style]
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Post by genevieve on Jan 7, 2013 6:19:35 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] AND IT'S A BRIGHT SUNNY DAY[/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Xcokh.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 5px solid #000000; margin-top: -07px; text-align: center;][classy=avatarr]WORDS; ###
TAG; Darius
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[style=font-size: 09px; text-align: center;]by toky ★ of
rhi & ote[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]The man stopped walking as Genevieve approached and her assumption was correct: he was indeed young and appeared to be about her age. Turning to face her, the man wore a dazed expression on his face as he looked down at the keys and his hand went roaming to his back pocket, where Genevieve guessed the keys were supposed to be.
As realization slowly dawned on the stranger, Genevieve took a moment to give the man a brief and discrete once over. He was indeed tall - taller than most men Genevieve held in her acquaintance - and she was surprised to see a flash of white in his otherwise jet-black hair. It was definitely a brave look, but it worked for the stranger. With bright golden eyes, strong jaw line and build, combined with a tan that made Genevieve feel ghostly in comparison, Genevieve knew he was handsome. Tearing her gaze back up to his face, Genevieve noticed the tired look in his amber eyes and the amusing thought of him sprawling out and snoring in a lecture hall came haunting back into her mind. One thing was for certain: she definitely did not envy his class schedule.
The beginning of a curse began to escape his lips, but the man stopped himself midway, a smirk forming on his lips instead as he glanced down at Genevieve, thanking her as he retrieved his keys from her grasp. She was surprised by the softness of his hands as the tips of his fingers gently grazed the palm of her hand. He put his keys in his back pocket - his other back pocket - in hopes that he would not loose them again.
"You're very welcome." She replied, dipping her head ever so slightly as she was about to take her leave.
About to take her first step forward, she remained rooted in place as the man addressed her. In all honesty, Genevieve was surprised by the chivalrous offer. She blinked twice as she stared at the man in awe for a heartbeat. Though in any other situation Genevieve would likely have felt threatened, right now she was simply flattered. He seemed to show genuine concern for Genevieve's well being and wanted her to be safe. At least that's what Genevieve choose to believe.
Recomposing herself quickly she gently shook her head to decline, "I'm actually not currently enrolled in classes." Genevieve confessed, not divulging any other detail, "And thanks for the offer, but I'm more than happy to walk."
And I actually don't have a car for you to walk me to. She added inwardly. As much as Genevieve enjoyed driving, she couldn't afford a car quite yet. Maybe in a year or two's time, but at this moment helping to pay for her tuition was Genevieve's primary concern. But as Genevieve looked around, she gathered that both she and the young man were headed toward a parking lot or parking garage of some kind and Genevieve just laughed quietly at herself. She would likely have some explaining to do if she was pressed with any more questions.[/classy] |
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Post by jka on Jan 7, 2013 11:46:35 GMT -8
| [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://subtlepatterns.subtlepatterns.netdna-cdn.com/patterns/tiny_grid.png); padding: 5px;,true] [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; color: #363636; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 10px; width: 100px;]Watching every move you make I hope you slip I hope this fades away. I get closer with the silent treatment when it hurts to need it when it's hard to leave it come to me | “Alright then,” Darius responded simply before turning in the soles of his shoes. What could he say, he tried. It’s not like she’d been rude about it either. If the white-haired woman wasn’t here for academics, she probably had some other commitments to attend to or something. But by the looks of things, they were headed down the same path for the time being, which threw him off a bit. There really wasn’t anything noteworthy down this way besides the parking structure considering most of the establishments on campus were closed this late at night.
“If you don’t have class right now, why are you on campus?” he couldn’t help but bluntly ask, gold eyes giving her a curious, sideways glance. He treaded the concrete with slow steps as if to test if she were indeed going in the same direction as him. But as he mulled over the question in his own mind, he realized that there were quite a lot of things she could be doing at school at this hour. Perhaps she was a TA catching up on grading papers, or part of a research program on campus. With the semester ending in May, it was culture show season for most of the clubs which resulted in meetings that ran ridiculously late, as well as extended office hours for many of the university faculty. Or maybe she was just visiting a friend who lived on campus or running some sorority errand (disregarding that both the dorms and Greek row were quite far from where they were). The list could go on and on, really, though once again, he realized that she might not choose to oblige him.
“…If you don’t mind me asking,” he added abruptly, quietly lamenting that every word he said made him sound more and more like a creep. He briefly wondered if she had one of those mace keychains or a shank on her, which were common for girls to have around here for protection, but would ironically prove very unfortunate for him if she mistook him for some college pervert. Another quick once-over told him she wasn’t the type, but he could be very easily proven wrong. Next time, just walk away, Darius flatly told himself as he continued to walk, cursing the factors that had put him in this situation in the first place. But despite it all, he could walk away completely content if he at least knew where the woman was going so he could send her on her way in peace. [/style][STYLE=padding: 3px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #999999; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -5px;]TEMPLATE BY PEBBLE OF GS[/style]
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Post by genevieve on Jan 7, 2013 14:53:18 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] AND IT'S A BRIGHT SUNNY DAY[/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Xcokh.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 5px solid #000000; margin-top: -07px; text-align: center;][classy=avatarr]WORDS; ###
TAG; Darius
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[style=font-size: 09px; text-align: center;]by toky ★ of
rhi & ote[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]Seeming content with her answer, the young man appeared to be ready to break their conversation and take his leave, but after a moment's hesitation he addressed her again with a blunt and honest question. His golden eyes shone with the faintest curiosity but his tone of voice was plain and, well, slightly awkward. His forthright manner startled Genevieve for she lived in a world where all matters were handled delicately and one had to search through the bullshit fluff to discover a person's true intent. Once the brief initial shock had worn off, she found the candid interaction quite refreshing.
Genevieve could speak from her personal experience at Columbia that most students were not so straight to the point. Maybe things were different on the west coast? Not that the future medical student minded, she could use the breath of fresh air (both literally and figuratively). Having received enough pretence and insincerity at the hospital, she was happy to have the honest company.
Parting her lips ever so slightly, Genevieve was about to respond but was stopped abruptly as the stranger before her hastily added six words to his previous statement, as if to prevent her from taking offence. It seemed like an after thought, his wishing her to reply only if she was content with divulging her personal details. For someone who appeared to have a blunt manner, Genevieve was surprised by his sudden remembrance of social norms. It was this hasty thoughtfulness that seemed so uncharacteristic of the stranger that Genevieve found both amusing and endearing, and this time the lady could not stifle her chuckle . A quiet and lighthearted laugh came from her lips which were already ajar and she shook her head in merriment.
"I'm attending medical school here in the fall and wanted to visit the campus." Genevieve expressed with a ribbon of regard in her voice. Genevieve was not a proud or vain person, so she tried not to appear as such, "And I don't mind you asking, and am not offended." She hastily added, teasing the manner in which the man had tried to save himself mere moments ago.
Despite being afraid of the dark and despite her fear of encountering strange men in the dark, Genevieve felt completely at ease. The playful manner of her speech surprised even the woman herself. Her heart was not hammering within her chest and her mind was not trying to tell her to run: things with this stranger were definitely different, though Genevieve could not explain why. Maybe it was the fact that they were both students at UCLA and thus shared at least a single similarity. Regardless of the cause, Genevieve felt safe and was not panicked in the slightest. [/classy] |
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Post by jka on Jan 7, 2013 17:37:50 GMT -8
| [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://subtlepatterns.subtlepatterns.netdna-cdn.com/patterns/tiny_grid.png); padding: 5px;,true] [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; color: #363636; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 10px; width: 100px;]Watching every move you make I hope you slip I hope this fades away I get closer with the silent treatment when it hurts to need it when it's hard to leave it come to me | “Oh,” Darius blinked, looking very much like the open-mouthed fish he was when she’d first appeared. He was sure he wasn’t going to get pepper spray to the eye at least, but it still made him a bit embarrassed. Talking comfortably was a bit of a difficult task for him. He would admit to not being the most approachable person in the world – he preferred to avoid confrontation to the best of his ability, and when forced to, his blunt and direct manner of speaking sometimes rubbed people the wrong way, mistaking him for impatient or even angry. The lighthearted words that left her lips definitely weren’t something he was used to, and the addition of her counter made his insides squirm, even if she hadn’t meant any harm by it.
“Well the only thing this way is the parking structure,” he informed her, trying to banish those thoughts aside and grasp a more level sense of confidence. He could see why a student entering in the fall would want to look around. UCLA could be rather confusing to navigate, but to choose such a time to do so made him question her decision making skills. Not only could it be dangerous to wander around unaccompanied, but the old lighting for most of the lecture halls failed to make most of the building names visible. “The important buildings are over there,” the dark-haired boy said stoically. He performed a 180, extending a toned arm to point south while he continued to walk backwards as he spoke. “Or most of them anyway, it’s a big campus.”
All of a sudden, another blast of sirens – this time from what sounded like a brigade of fire trucks and ambulances – cut through the stillness of the night air, causing him to stop in his tracks. He was mostly used to such occurrences happening on his post night lecture strolls, but his eyes immediately flew back to his companion in order to gauge her reaction.
“You sure picked a great time to look around,” he commented sarcastically with once the vehicles had distanced themselves with a crooked grin of his own in place. [/style][STYLE=padding: 3px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #999999; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -5px;]TEMPLATE BY PEBBLE OF GS[/style]
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Post by genevieve on Jan 7, 2013 19:37:44 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] AND IT'S A BRIGHT SUNNY DAY[/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Xcokh.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 5px solid #000000; margin-top: -07px; text-align: center;][classy=avatarr]WORDS; ###
TAG; Darius
NOTES: I <3 Darius! What an (awkward) cutie
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[style=font-size: 09px; text-align: center;]by toky ★ of
rhi & ote[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]This time it was the young man’s mouth that was left hanging as he uttered an “oh”, his lips maintaining the round shape for several seconds after the syllable was spoken. The stranger’s mouth closed eventually though, and the faintest trace of confusion could be seen on his otherwise blank face. The corners of Genevieve’s lips tugged upward as she tried to gauge whether this uncertainty came from her actually opting to respond to his inquiry, or of her mimicry… or the fact that he was likely tired and wanted nothing more than to go home and crash.
Genevieve felt a twinge of guilt after the latter thought. She herself began feeling drowsy around nine o’clock and enjoyed being asleep before eleven-thirty (on most nights, anyway), and here she was keeping this poor soul awake and away from his bed. Gauging by the sense of disconnect that the man radiated, Genevieve assumed that it had been a long day and he was about ready to retire for the evening.
Regardless of his personal circumstance, the man seemed to lighten up – even just slightly – and relax in Genevieve’s presence upon learning that she would soon be one of his peers. Whether it was a sense school pride and community or the ‘new girl’ vibe that likely surrounded Genevieve, he kindly showed her the main buildings on campus – or more accurately, their general location. It was too dark to make out any sort of signs posted outside of these grand halls but his distinct arm gestures did give Genevieve a better sense of the area. If nothing else, Genevieve had learned where there were ample amounts of parking on campus.
“Thanks for the help.” was Genevieve’s simple response. And she genuinely was thankful for the directions, regardless of how vague. This newly acquired knowledge at least gave her a basis to work with later, where ‘later’ meant some time – during the day - when the sun was shining and the building names were actually visible.
Caught in the exchange with the dark-haired stranger, Genevieve had found herself out of sync with anything off UCLA property and outside of the bubble that she had created. So when the sirens cut through the air, saying that Genevieve was startled would have been an understatement. The young woman visibly jumped and took in a sharp breath. Her heart was definitely pumping now.
This earned herself a snide remark from her companion, and when she snapped her head to glare at the man, she saw a jagged smile etched across his face. At first, this infuriated Genevieve: was her fear really that amusing to him? But after a few short moments, once her heart rate slowed, she let out a breath and was levelheaded once more.
“It was a gorgeous night and I wanted to go for a walk, anyway.” Genevieve countered, but her words sounded lame, even to her own ears. It was dark, and grey, and overcast.
No wonder he had seemed confused earlier. It sounded like she had a death wish.
Running a hand through her long white-blonde hair, Genevieve felt the need to justify her actions, not only to the stranger, but also to herself. For someone so smart, she did make exceptionally stupid decisions sometimes.
“When the sun was setting, the way the purples, oranges, and pinks painted the sky, it looked like a watercolour painting.”
Now this not only sounded lame, but also like Genevieve was some hippie-type liberal arts major. She rolled her eyes at her own words and felt frustration quickly coming upon her. She did not graduate from an ivey league school and travel across the country to wander around in the dead of night because the sky simply looked ‘pretty’. Now if only this stranger would believe it. [/classy] |
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Post by jka on Jan 8, 2013 1:42:53 GMT -8
| [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://subtlepatterns.subtlepatterns.netdna-cdn.com/patterns/tiny_grid.png); padding: 5px;,true] [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; color: #363636; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 10px; width: 100px;]Watching every move you make I hope you slip I hope this fades away I get closer with the silent treatment when it hurts to need it when it's hard to leave it come to me | Out for a walk, huh? Well he supposed she hadn’t driven a vehicle here then, which once again made him question her choice of evening plans. Darius gave a skeptical glance towards the grey sky at her means of justification. He hadn’t been paying much attention to the weather that evening, but if his memory served him correctly, it had been rather gloomy during the walk to his 8:30 class, and stars weren’t visible anyway due to all the light pollution. And although the days were growing longer due to the spring season, but with the natural LA haze combined with the days’ cloud cover, he didn’t particularly think the colors of the Los Angeles sunset would do her description real justice. Not like the sunsets he’d seen from the actual beach would, anyway, most notably the coastlines of the Pacific Coast Highway.
“If you could see past the smog cloud I guess,” he commented, wondering if completely missed the ashy dome that encased the city, starkly visible once you were far enough down the freeway, that muddled the natural blue of the sky. But then he caught the flash of the whites of her eyes in response to her own reasoning, causing his smirk to grow. She was probably rethinking her decision to take an evening stroll by now, which was what had been worrying him in the first place.
“Well, the offer still stands,” the dark-haired man told her, gold eyes meeting her purple ones with more sincerity. “It’s not safe to be wandering around here at night, and if you don’t know the campus, you might get lost,” he said, choosing his words carefully and hoping he didn’t sound like some prick. But even uttering the string of sentences felt a bit out of sync for him. He usually wouldn’t go out of his way to help anyone, let alone a complete stranger. But despite the fatigue and hunger he’d built up throughout the day, he had to at least try and appease the old fashioned morals before he took his leave for good.
“So if you want me to walk you to wherever you’re going,” he reiterated with more confidence this time now that she(hopefully) didn’t think he was some weirdo and that the city had illustrated his point for him. His hand went to his back pocket once more, fishing for the keys she’d only just returned and hearing the audible jingle as he held them out. His gaze was expectant, but not demanding as he spoke, “Or give you a ride somewhere, I can.” [/style][STYLE=padding: 3px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #999999; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -5px;]TEMPLATE BY PEBBLE OF GS[/style]
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Post by genevieve on Jan 8, 2013 7:12:37 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] AND IT'S A BRIGHT SUNNY DAY[/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Xcokh.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 5px solid #000000; margin-top: -07px; text-align: center;][classy=avatarr]WORDS; ###
TAG; Darius
NOTES: I <3 Darius! What an (awkward) cutie
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rhi & ote[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]"You're questioning my sense of judgement right now, aren't you?" Genevieve asked. It was now her turn to be brazen as she crossed her arms over her chest in a stubborn fashion. Not that she would blame the man if he held her in a lesser light. Going out alone was usually a thoughtless action and she hadn't exactly proven herself to be able to hold intelligent conversation based on her last lame and crappy comment.
As her bright eyes gazed into his molten ones, she tried to make out his character based on their brief encounter. He didn't seem like a weirdo or a perverted frat boy - and Genevieve was thankful for that, because she had enough experience with those types to last the rest of her lifetime - but the chivalry, nor matter how mild or muted, that he was now showing her contradicted the his steadfast manner that he had naturally expressed when she first approached him. The manners that were being shown now though, were definitely beliefs that the stranger held. His courtly gestures did not take effort or thought, even if he seemed out of practice.
"I really do appreciate your help and kindness," Genevieve began, her self-frustrating causing her to be uncharacteristically rash and direct, "But if you don't mind me asking, why me?"
She opted to reply to his offer with a simple and honest question of her own, and the only reason she even voiced it was because Genevieve was struggling to find a solution to it. The amount of time they had spend together, essentially alone, on this dark night would have provided the dark-haired man with ample time to have kidnapped Genevieve, if that had been his intention. He had size and muscle mass on her, and regardless or how nimble and powerful the snowy-haired femne was, she realistically knew that she would not have been able to put up a struggle. If having his way with her was not his goal, Genevieve surely must be some sort of annoyance, yet they had not parted ways despite the fact that his car keys were returned to his possession. Nor did the man appear to take a fancy toward her. Sure, their interaction may be long in duration for two complete stranger, but he had not made a single pass at her. And this gentlemanly offer to walk her home appeared to come from a sense of duty or responsibility, not because Genevieve was anything special to him.
So why, then, was he being so kind? So insistent? Genevieve was certainly not complaining, but her perplexed state only added to her frustration. If she had been alone, she would have childishly stomped her foot and whined. Whoever said that men were the simpler sex were surly mistaken because Genevieve did not understand the man standing before her in the slightest.[/classy] |
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Post by jka on Jan 9, 2013 1:53:02 GMT -8
| [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://subtlepatterns.subtlepatterns.netdna-cdn.com/patterns/tiny_grid.png); padding: 5px;,true] [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; color: #363636; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 10px; width: 100px;]Watching every move you make I hope you slip I hope this fades away I get closer with the silent treatment when it hurts to need it when it's hard to leave it come to me | “Only a little bit,” Darius replied coyly as the woman folded her arms in front of her chest. But his amused expression faded as soon as she locked her eyes onto his. Her sudden appraisal effectively shut him up. She hadn’t seemed to be completely put off by his offer, but at the same time, she didn’t appear so willing to trust him just yet, and not because of any ulterior motives or factors surrounding the rather sketchy location.
Her sudden question spurred another moment of silence as he mulled over a suitable response. He could think of at least a dozen reasons, mostly concerning her well-being, but the dark-haired boy had already listed those rather blatantly, and faced with the question of why her in particular, they merely seemed like excuses. But what was he supposed to say? It wasn’t as if he was obligated to take such action, but in a situation like this, he simply believed it to be the right thing to do. Not that his sense of pride would let him phrase it that way, however.
“Because I want to,” he said simply, hoping she wouldn’t be too dissatisfied with his answer as he met her gaze with a humble sort of intensity. As blunt and lame as it sounded, it was the best he could do to describe his reasoning. Though Darius would admit to his social skills being a bit rusty, he had nothing to hide from this woman. Perhaps she wasn’t used to such offers of chivalry, but he, for one, felt like playing the good Samaritan tonight, which didn’t happen very often.
The young man allowed his keys to spin on his finger before depositing them back into his pocket. “So are we going or what?” he asked, reverting back to his forward manner and throwing another expectant glance her way. [/style][STYLE=padding: 3px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #999999; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -5px;]TEMPLATE BY PEBBLE OF GS[/style]
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Post by genevieve on Jan 11, 2013 6:33:03 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] AND IT'S A BRIGHT SUNNY DAY[/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Xcokh.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 5px solid #000000; margin-top: -07px; text-align: center;][classy=avatarr]WORDS; ###
TAG; Darius
NOTES: I'm so sorry about the late reply - classes just started again and I'm trying to get back into the swing of things!
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[style=font-size: 09px; text-align: center;]by toky ★ of
rhi & ote[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost] Genevieve blinked once. Twice. Three times as silence surrounded them for the first time this evening. She noticed the man's amused expression slowly fall from his face as he appeared to mull over her inquiry. Seeing his lighthearted manner disappear made Genevieve almost regret asking. Was her stubbornness really worth making this poor man uncomfortable? But none the less, this was an afterthought and she could not take back the words she had carelessly said.
Casting her eyes downward at her feet, Genevieve let an barely audible sigh come from her lips. This was silly, really. This kind man was offering to give her a ride and see her home safe just because he wanted to, and here she was practically challenging his integrity. Having already established that he could not possibly have any ulterior motives, Genevieve felt foolish for pressing the matter and the faintest of blushes spread across her pale skin. Looking back up at the stranger, Genevieve hoped that the pink colour had drained from her cheeks and there was no visible trace of embarrassment left on her face.
"Thank you." Was all Genevieve could say to the man's simple response. Not that she had expected him to provide her with a detailed explanation, but the humble yet strong words left Genevieve almost feeling giddy. Because he wanted to. she repeated in her mind, feeling the blush slowly begin to creep back onto her skin. Genevieve was not used to such honest consideration, especially from the opposite gender, and especially not from strangers.
Spinning his keys around once on his finger, Genevieve felt his golden gaze practically burn into her as he demanded to take her home. Well, technically it was posed as a question, but Genevieve knew that was nothing more than a courtesy and simply provided the illusion of a choice. Shaking her head in disbelief, Genevieve gave the man - who she still knew absolutely nothing about - her address.
"I'm Genevieve, by the way," She introduced herself, "And I don't usually accept rides from strangers." She added, lightheartedness returning to her voice as she finally accepted the situation and gave into the man's offer.[/classy] |
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Post by jka on Jan 11, 2013 15:03:47 GMT -8
| [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://subtlepatterns.subtlepatterns.netdna-cdn.com/patterns/tiny_grid.png); padding: 5px;,true] [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; color: #363636; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 10px; width: 100px;]Watching every move you make I hope you slip I hope this fades away I get closer with the silent treatment when it hurts to need it when it's hard to leave it come to me | “No problem,” he replied, completely oblivious to the pink he’d induced on her cheeks. He was just glad that they could finally get a move on, missing the sofa bed that was waiting for him back at the apartment. The woman seemed to shake her head at his final statement, causing him to question if it had been the right thing to say, but proceeded to give him her address anyway. The cross streets weren’t far from campus at all, which he was thankful for, since he hadn’t wanted to burn gas driving across town, but he supposed he should have figured since she lacked a vehicle of her own. He started across the pavement once more with his new companion in tow. It honestly surprised him a bit when she revealed her name, since he hadn’t even thought of asking.
He caught the airy chime of her follow-up, the crooked smile returning to his face. “Darius,” he introduced himself simply. “And I usually don’t offer them,” he continued, though he supposed now that she was Genevieve and not just her, they weren’t exactly strangers anymore. Genevieve, he mentally echoed, finding the sound to be rather exotic. He regarded briefly as they walked, stitching together the oddities he found in her behavior with the slight suspicions he harbored, finally finding the opportune moment to voice them.
“…You’re not from around here, are you?” he asked suddenly, the corners of his lips tugged upwards in knowing. It was the most logical explanation for her rather clueless sense of bravado to explore Los Angeles on a gloomy Thursday evening without protection and probably without any means of self defense. But despite her quirks, there was something refreshing about her presence that he couldn’t quite place. Despite her original wariness of his company, he was genuinely curious about her origins and how she’d ended up in a place like this.
OOC: Latest late train, I just realized I could hover over the icon in your template to read your ooc notes omg I’m so dumb DD: /shot. But ♥ all the same! [/style][STYLE=padding: 3px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #999999; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -5px;]TEMPLATE BY PEBBLE OF GS[/style]
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Post by genevieve on Jan 11, 2013 21:33:20 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] AND IT'S A BRIGHT SUNNY DAY[/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Xcokh.png); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 5px solid #000000; margin-top: -07px; text-align: center;][classy=avatarr]WORDS; ###
TAG; Darius
NOTES: hahahahaa it's okay! And you're definitely not dumb <3
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[style=font-size: 09px; text-align: center;]by toky ★ of
rhi & ote[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost] As Genevieve followed in toe with Darius - it was nice to have an official identifier - she couldn't help but feel content. The name suited him, too, as far as she could tell. It was a strong name, though uncommon, and held a certain air about it that conveyed a mixture of class and mystery. It would be the truth to say that she liked both the name, and the man it belonged to. Though the duo were likely far from friends, Genevieve was happy to be in his company and was glad to have someone to interact with, regardless of how brief in duration. Being in such a big city and having virtually no sane acquaintances, save for Vivian whom she had just met a few nights previous, Genevieve had found herself feeling awfully tiny and insignificant as of late.
As Genevieve cast a sidelong glance at her companion, she saw his lips formed a lop-sided grin as conversation began to flow between them. This was nice. And if Darius was still casting judgement upon her for her seemingly thoughtless actions, the young man did not let it show. His baritone voice was smooth, his tone far from shrewd, and the smirk on his face was unwavering. Combined with a carefree though tired air that surrounded him, Genevieve was extremely grateful that Darius did not consider her a burden. The fact that his escorting her home was going to be a short expedition - seven minutes at most, if they hit every street light - was probably a plus, too.
"You caught me." Genevieve chimed as Darius gently pried into her personal life. How he had gathered that she was new to the area, the femme was unsure, but she did not hesitate in answering his question this time, "I'm from New York originally and grew up in a suburb just outside the city. And how about yourself? L.A born and raised?" She asked, cocking her head to the side slightly in curiosity. His copper skin screamed Cali, but his complexion was the only trait the woman based her assumption on.
(another) OOC: I'm sorry this post is super crappy xDD I'll make it up to you in the next one! [/classy] |
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Post by jka on Jan 13, 2013 22:17:54 GMT -8
| [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://subtlepatterns.subtlepatterns.netdna-cdn.com/patterns/tiny_grid.png); padding: 5px;,true] [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-weight: bold; text-align: right; color: #363636; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 10px; width: 100px;]Watching every move you make I hope you slip I hope this fades away I get closer with the silent treatment when it hurts to need it when it's hard to leave it come to me | Darius simply nodded, signaling that she’d been correct in her assumption. It probably hadn’t been very hard to guess due to his naturally bronzed complexion, which contrasted so starkly with Genevieve’s pale skin. Her appearance in general with her bright white hair and lavender eyes was something he’d never come across, and even her speech lacked the carefree west coast note he was so used to. “I’ve lived here my whole life,” he explained curtly as the parking garage grew larger and larger in his line of vision. “Never been outside the state,” he added, though he didn’t look very disappointed by that fact, since he really couldn’t imagine being anywhere else, even if only for a short while.
“New York is pretty far though,” he mused as they continued to tread the concrete. Considering the amount of prestigious universities concentrated in the northeast, her choice to attend UCLA struck him a bit odd. Of course, UCLA was one of the best public universities out there, but of state tuition was expensive, even for a public university, and rent in the LA area was also notably pricey. But he supposed woman had to have her reasons for picking a school across the country, whether it be for academics or for more personal reasons.
“Is there a reason why you decided to move out here so early? There’s five months until the fall semester.” Darius commented in an attempt to keep the conversation going as they finally reached the parking garage. He pressed the button to call for the elevator, having parked on one of the upper floors today. Once it arrived, he gave a slight gesture to usher her inside first. “What are you doing in the meantime?” he asked, stepping in and pressing the button that read the number 5 as the doors closed.
OOC: Oh not even! If anything, my posts are the ones that are slipping in quality. Sorry for the wait too, I was out for the majority of the weekend D: [/style][STYLE=padding: 3px; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #999999; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -5px;]TEMPLATE BY PEBBLE OF GS[/style]
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