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Post by soar2 on Jan 5, 2013 13:15:37 GMT -8
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/0B7Rh.png); padding:10px; border-radius:20px; moz-border-radius:20px; border:3px #282828 solid ,BTable] 사랑은 알수록 나빠질 수밖에 없나봐 Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad APRIL 7TH -- 1:03 PM Jack always felt at peace here in the aquarium. Despite the constant hum of the crowd as they wandered about the massive water world, there was something serene about feeling as if you were underwater, the life of the ocean surrounding you. It was...surreal. It's why Jack, despite being on hard times (even with Fiona's help) shelled out the money for a membership so he could come often. He preferred doing his homework and projects here when he could-- he hated being caught in the middle of Aunt Fiona's numerous fights with her boyfriend. He felt like he was intruding; the last time he had come to her defense he'd ended up with a black eye and Fiona telling him to never do something so stupid again. So here he was, sitting indian style on the carpet in front of one of the exhibits, his blue hair and eyes complimented by the over-encompassing hues of the room and the water. Jack carefully finished drawing the last lines on his engineering project plans. Smiling like a well-fed cat, Jack neatly wrote his heading int the top right corner-- first and last name, class, professor, and date. Engineering had always been his first choice for higher education. Doodling out his latest invention ideas kept his mind off...other matters. Gathering up his tools and depositing them gently into his bookbag, he picked up the paper and rolled it up, putting a rubber band over it with deft hands. Smiling radiantly now, he turned to leave, the gears of his creative mind whirring as he began to-- -- smack! He ran into another person. "...Sorry," he said, his voice monotone and his skin smarting. Not even glancing at the other party's face, he continued past them, his strides long and confident. Behind him, one of the rolls of paper that had been tucked unde his arm hit the carpet rolling. |
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Post by christian on Jan 5, 2013 21:16:01 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]The aquarium was a place that Christian was well acquainted with. When Christian was much younger, his father would take both of his sons to this magical place: a place where the water was always crystal clear, the fish were brilliantly coloured and happiness reined.
Christ, I sound like an ad for Disneyland. Christian lightly scolded himself mentally as he briefly reminisced his childhood.
As Christian grew older, his trips to the aquarium with his family decreased in occurrence, but his overall attendance to the place did not waver. The simple fact was regardless of a person's age, this large fish tank was always going to be fascinating and captivating... and potentially romantic. It was that last reason that kept Christian coming to the aquarium: it was a marvellous place to take woman on dates, and in all of his years of womanizing dating, Christian had yet to find a single soul that disliked the place.
That's what brought the young man there today. He was supposed to be meeting a girl, Sylvia, by the front entrance at three o'clock sharp. Yes, Christian was quite early, but he may as well make the most of his unlimited membership and take some time to enjoy the "scenery" alone. Though the fish and other creatures were lovely, the babysitters who took their children here were lovelier. Besides, his was the fourth time he was going out with Sylvia, and Christian was starting to get bored.
Running a hand through his mess of blonde hair, a smirk began to tug at the corners of Christian's lips as he spotted her. A petite red-head wearing a smart shirt and blouse with the most delicious legs Christian's eyes had ever beheld. Despite the woman's small stature, her legs seemed to go on for miles and miles and Christian could only imagine where they lead under that skirt of hers.
Although the woman's back was toward him, Christian started his ascent toward her. He had only taken about five steps before he was stopped in his tracks quite literally. Seemingly out of no where, a young man whirled around and ran into Christian, hitting him square in the chest. The man apologized, but appeared to be in a hurry by the way he continued on his way without even making eye contact. What kept Christian rooted to the spot however, it was the fact that he saw his ruby beauty walking away from him before they had even met. Christian felt frustrated and angry with the other man for about a nano-second before he laughed and shook his head.
"Better luck next time." He muttered to himself light-heartedly as he ran his hand threw his hair a second time.
Turning on his heel to return to his original location by the shark tank, Christian noticed a roll of paper hap-hazardly lying at his feet. Curious, Christian bent down and picked up the sheet, wondering if its owner was in the vicinity. Shrugging his broad shoulders, Christian began walking toward the nearest recycling bin. It was just a piece of paper, after all. It was nothing spectacular that someone would come back desperately searching for and there was no point leaving it in the middle of the walkway. Someone would have to pick it up eventually, and Christian was more than willing to help out with the work.[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
[style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: Jack[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]000 WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style] |
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Post by soar2 on Jan 9, 2013 16:44:35 GMT -8
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/0B7Rh.png); padding:10px; border-radius:20px; moz-border-radius:20px; border:3px #282828 solid ,BTable] 사랑은 알수록 나빠질 수밖에 없나봐 Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
"Shit!" he cursed under his breath, scurrying back the way he had came, effortlessly dodging and shoving people out of the way by turns. "Where is it!?" Jack had taken a brief headcount and had found his most important roll missing. A further three checks had only served to affirm his train of thought.
Surely it'd still be there. Mentally bemoaning the thought of all his beautiful work thrown in a trash can, he lengthened his stride into a sprint, soon arriving in the section he had been drawing in. Blue hair messy and eyes wild, he scanned the area like a starving hawk.
His eyes zeroing in on a blond with his precious project in hand, he opened his mouth to ask just what the fuck he was thinking touching that sacred--
--holy fuck, he was heading for the recycle bin. Summoning all his former track and field glory, he bolted towards him, his only thought of saving that glorious roll of paper (and his grade) from an untimely end. "Wait--"
Jack barreled into the man, having misjudged how long it would take him to slow down. "Mmmf!" he felt his body tumble to the ground, the paper rolling away from his grasp. "Are...you...crazy?" he panted, clambering off the man. "That was... my project...you almost threw away," he growled, unwilling to place fault with himself.
Running a hand through his vibrant hair, he stalked over to the slowly moving roll of paper, and like the victor he surely was, he snatched it up.
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Post by christian on Jan 12, 2013 6:43:51 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]A mere two feet from his destination, the recycling bin, Christian felt someone bump into him again. To say that Christian was surprised would have been an understatement. Clutching the damn paper in his hand, Christian spun around on his heels to meet the sod who had crashed into him, only to find the purple haired boy sitting on his ass. Being crashed into by the same person twice in a row? Seriously? Christian just shook his head: this kid really needed to either slow down or be more attentive. Bumping into civilians was probably a habit that did not reflect well on his character.
Just as Christian was about to extend his hand forward and offer to help the guy up, the stranger rather aggressively called Christian crazy as he scrambled up to his feet. The breathlessness and panting the other man exhibited made the comment less offensive and almost comical. Actually, Christian let out a chuckle as the man continued his assault. Recycling the paper was his fault. Really? This guy really needed a reality check.
"Hey, buddy," Christian began, his tone surprisingly light for someone who was practically accused of murder, "Maybe if you watched where you were going you wouldn't have dropped it."
OOC Sorry about the late reply! My classes just started up again and I'm trying to get back into the swing of things!.[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
[style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: Jack[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]000 WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style] |
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Post by soar2 on Jan 13, 2013 11:27:36 GMT -8
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/0B7Rh.png); padding:10px; border-radius:20px; moz-border-radius:20px; border:3px #282828 solid ,BTable] 사랑은 알수록 나빠질 수밖에 없나봐 Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
"--And if you, like all these other-- people," Jack growled, "hadn't tried to be a goddamn good samaritan," he took in a breath, still panting from his earlier endeavors, "then such drastic measures would be uneccessary."
Jack was the sort of kid who was relentlessly audacious, and he hated losing an argument. Fiona had always said he'd end up in a ditch on the side of the road if he didn't fix his way of dealing with other people-- she'd been surprised already that he'd been cordial enough to land a job as a waiter of all things.
He eyed him the way a cornered animal might look at a threat; with a cautious manner to his body and a wary look in his eye as they trailed from the man to the paper and back.
"Look, Mr.-- whatever," Jack threw up his hands in exasperation. "Can I just have my paper back? I spent too much time on the contents for it to just be tossed off-handedly into a recycle bin by someone who can't recognize drafting paper," he said, his voice condescending. Some people just couldn't understand how important engineering was.
Jack looked at him expectantly, his palm open, patiently waiting for the paper to be given to him. Perhaps had this been something else, he would have been more... polite. But his future was riding on his education, and his education was riding on his scholarship. No matter how much she liked him, Aunt Fiona wouldn't and couldn't pay for his college, and his parents were simply out of the question. That scholarship had to keep coming.
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