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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2012 9:24:13 GMT -8
April 10th 2012
It was midday and the sun was shining down between the clouds. It was an overcast day, the large storm from the other day still lingered in the air. The air was cool with humidity, but the sun was slowly drying it up. To the bodybuilders happiness, he noticed the flowers looked lively an vigorous around the city as he walked to the gym earlier in the morning. Despite the cool air, the city was warm today.
Lucas approached the South Coast Mall dressed in an orange tank top, dark grey shorts and sandals. His work out gear was in the red bag he had slung over his massive shoulder. His stride was one of calm confidence. Despite all the insanity in his life, things were normal for once. He had spent the whole morning in the gym with his trainer, and managed to grab a shower. He loved the feeling of being pumped, his muscles and veins pressed against his skin in sharp relief, he just wished it wouldn't only last for a few hours.
He approached the door of the mall, but stopped. He noticed a couple, two men. They were holding hands and laughing. In his heart, Lucas felt... something. "Hey! Meat head! It's. damn door! You open it!" Lucas furrowed his brow and pulled the door open, any harder and it may well have come off its hinges. Noting pissed him off more he being considered stupid due to his appearance. Sure he wasn't that well educated, but he damn well knew what a door was and how to use it! He wasn't ten anymore.
Lucas brushed the incident aside as he wandered the crowded mall. Various commercials played on large screens, and posters for spring sales hung in windows. Lucas averted his eyes away from pictures of scantily clad men advertising men's lingerie or undergarments. Something just... Made him feel strange. The bodies... He shook his head and almost punched himself. Why he hell was he thinking those thoughts!?
Lucas stared at a podium in the middle of a large opening in the mall. He stared at the map glued to it's side. He was always disappointed by the sheer amount of female stores in these malls. Though, when he thought about it, there wasn’t much variation you could do with a shirt, pants and underwear. He peered through the list, finding a Gregg Homme Store. They usually helped to cater to bodybuilders, and posing suits. Back Home, Lucas ordered from them often online. He just wished that it wasn't surrounded by stores like Aritzia, Chateau and of course, La Senza. They had female only gyms, where were the men only malls?
Lucas hurried over to the store, ignoring the strange looks he got from passer-by's. He was surprised that in such a tropical sort of high end city, people weren't used to seeing bodybuilders out in public. There was a high end gym near by after all. The bodybuilder frowned as he walked into the store, a small buzzer chimed as an invisible sensor counted him. He stared at his intended target, the “sports” section, ignoring the gawking looks he got from the other shoppers and the staff. He was almost sick when he noticed a man wink at him.
In front of the underwear display, he stared at the selection, unsure of what would be the best. He was never fond of the bits of strings and tiny cuts of fabric to hide his... manhood. He grabbed an orange speedo-esk pair in his size and headed to the chase registers. He knew his size well enough to know they'd fit. He'd bought the same pair before online.
A credit card swipe later and he was out of the door, he honestly wished the cashier would not have tried to flirt. He was a nice looking guy but... Lucas shook with rage for a moment, trying to dismiss the thoughts he was having. No. The guy was nice looking, but not attractive. NOT. ATTRACTIVE.
He stormed away from the store, his vision blinded by his self-hating rage. He should have been paying more attention, cause then he wouldn't have marched right into someone else.
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Tag: Kittim
Notes: Oh shit! ROID RAGE
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Dec 17, 2012 18:56:17 GMT -8
| T here were few things in life that gave Kittim the same level of pleasure he gained from shopping, but if he had to say there was something he loved more than shopping than it’d have to be clothes themselves. Ever since his child years, he harbored an intense love for clothes and especially those labeled as “women’s clothes”. Of course, there was a special place in his heart for light, airy fabric often called “chiffon”. The little number he wore around the shopping plaza was especially a favorite. What wasn’t there to like about it?
The sheer fabric fell around his willowy body with only the elastic just below his nonexistence “bust line” to pull it inwards, however, it fell loose around his knee in the end. He liked things that hinted at a womanly form when he knew it was something he lacked. After all, Kittim was undeniably male no matter how feminine his face looked. It wasn’t like he had any plans to change that either. No lack of curves would ever make him alter the body he adored so much.
Kittim was admittedly conceited but he saw no problem with his overconfidence. No one had seen it necessary to tell him otherwise and it wouldn’t change anything anyways. Kittim was so assured in his looks that anything that wasn’t a praise went in one ear and out the other. It was for those reasons that he took the quick glances in his direction as admiration for his looks. His stride took on a bit more confidence as he took note of it. What a good day. A really good day.
Two bags, each containing a single article of overpriced clothing, dangled off the blonde’s hooked elbows, swaying lightly to the steps the blonde boy took. He was so entranced with his own ego that he was no longer paying much attention to the things around him. The reflection of his pretty face in the shop windows was just far too distracting. Unfortunately, he completely missed the hulking man who had just walked out of one of the many shops.
Crashing painfully to the polished floor with what sounded all too much like a “squeak”, Kittim’s sharp tongue was silenced by the initial shock. It wore off rather quickly, however, and an icy glare was aimed at the huge man looming over him. “Hey! Just because you’re big doesn’t mean you can go ramming into anyone who gets in your way! R U D E much?” He huffed indignantly before trying to get to his feet in a less than graceful manner. “Didn’t anyone teach you any manners?” |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2013 21:07:44 GMT -8
The floor came rushing up to meet the red head's ass as he fell backwards. He rubbed is back a little and looked at the idiot that ran into him. He blinked a little at the girl that he ran into. He watched as she rose, none too gracefully, to her feet. And then she proceeded to chew him out. ”Hey, I was watching my step perfectly well. I think it was YOU who got in MY way!” He grumbled, getting up as well. His speedo has fallen out of his bag, making his bend over to hurriedly put it away before anyone else saw it. Once his shopping was hidden away, he turned back to the snappy chick.
”And just because you're smaller doesn't mean you can put all the blame on me!” He added, starting to walk past the chick, he stopped however because a small crowd was forming, and they were staring. Lucas rolled his eye and tried to push his way past the crowd and just go home. At least until a random bystander stopped him. ”Yo, Muscles. Get yo ass back there and apologize. I don know where you from, but round here, we treat a lady right!” the young man said. His group of friends all nodded and glared at the red head. Lucas growled and turned around walked back to the girl he ran into.
”Uh... sorry then. For running into you.” He was only doing this to please the crowd so they would just go away. Last thing he needed was bad press.
Number of words 261 Words
Tag: Kittim
Notes:He needs a hat.
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Feb 17, 2013 11:23:13 GMT -8
| T he lower lid of his left eyes twitched slightly as he looked up at this muscular idiot looming over him. Did he just… He did! The uncivil oaf had the NERVE to walk into HIM, knocking him to the ground, and then try to tell him that he got in his way?! Oh no. Oh no, no, no. The muscle head was not going to just walk away, especially not after trying to put this on him like he was immune to blame because of his size! Last time he checked, people were capable of looking down.
Just as he took a step after the lumbering moron, he found a crowd of people coming to his aid. One of those chivalrous people even stopped the man for him and demanded he apologize. He may not have been the lady they assumed him to be, but he rather liked the treatment he got when people assumed he was and never bothered to correct them. He most certainly wasn’t going to in this case. Kittim was getting his damn apology and it’d better be a pretty damn good one!
Of course, he should have known it was going to be some half assed one. There was no way Kittim was letting him get away with that, hell no. Kittim was going to play this up and milk it for all it was worth. “You’re just saying that because they told you to,” He said with a pout tinting his voice. “That fall hurt, you know.” The blond rubbed his throbbing bottom for emphasis with his yawn gaze fixed expectantly on the red haired man. “I think you have to give me a more heartfelt apology to make up for hurting me and my feelings.” |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2013 16:36:01 GMT -8
Lucas growled. He really didn't have time for this. There were things he needed to lift, objects he needed to pull, protein shakes he had to consume. ”Arg! I apologized ok! There's not much I can do to make the pain stop; I'm a bodybuilder not a doctor!” His left cheek twitched as he looked down at the girl. She was still staring at him, as was the crowd.
No one was going away until he gave a heartfelt appolgy. Lucas grumbled and crossed his arms, thinking of wha to say. ”I... I'm sorry that I ran into you and nocked you over. Can I... ugh I gues make it up to you.” He said, looking at the girl and scowling. He supposed buying her something would make it end.
Number of words 130 Words
Tag: Kittim
Notes: BUY ME THINGS AND ILL BE NICER
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Mar 12, 2013 18:17:12 GMT -8
| K ittim wasn’t one to let any injustice done to him be forgotten and forgiven so easily. In his conceited little mind, he was a precious gem who deserved the very best treatment. The way this muscle head behaved was far from the way he felt he needed to be treated. He was completely insulted by the reluctance to give him the apology he deserved. The crowd had to step to his aid and even then he wasn’t getting the proper apology for his wrongs inflicted on him.
He wasn’t so easily satiated with unfelt apologies with facial expressions which hinted only annoyance for even having to apologize. Kittim bit back his retort, deciding for once it wasn’t worth it to argue. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the next, unsatisfying apology to wrap up before he spoke. Not one to pass up any offer to have something bought for him, he wasn’t going to anytime soon even if the one offering was rude. “I’d like a coffee.”
The moment he had his coffee, Kittim would have nothing more to do with one as rude as this orange haired oaf. He had a life to get on with and shopping to continue doing. Many stores were calling his name in the form of cute clothes adorning glossy white mannequins. The blonde boy had wasted too much time lingering in the shadow of this irritating man so he would be sure to go on his way as soon as he could. “Next time, watch where you’re going. You could have crushed me.” He huffed. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2013 7:38:58 GMT -8
Lucas folded his massive arms and grumbled looking away. Coffee? Fine that was an easy request to fill. There was a coffee shop near by he could take the girl to, wasn't the craziest thing, but it would work. The big guy sighed and nodded. “Coffee? Sure I can take you somewhere for coffee.” Lucas felt as though he had gotten off easy in terms of punishment, if all the chick wanted was a coffee. He grinned, feeling pretty goo about himself now.
He looked around, easily over the heads of the crowd and spotted a shop. ”Ok, so what kind of coffee do you want? There a place over there, let's go and get this over with.” he grunted nodding towards the shop. He was thinking of getting himself something as well, to calm his nerves after all this. Just a freaken large double double. Maybe extra large if they had it.
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Notes:I AM SUPER LATE
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on May 10, 2013 21:12:26 GMT -8
| T he muscle head that so rudely bumped into him had some attitude, but Kittim’s wasn’t any better—not that Kittim would hear anything about it. In his bright, tawny eyes, he was the model of perfection. There wasn’t a single thing he needed to change. Although that was far from the truth, his confidence was unwavering. He refused to hear anything that aimed to wound his impressive ego. That was just Kittim for you. He was something of a handful.
“A mocha latte,” The blonde answered. He made no effort to hide his displeasure with the rude man lumbering ahead of him, even making a show of rolling his eyes at the comment which followed up his question. Really, if that ginger ever wanted a girl, he needed to learn some manners. “You know,” He began with a flick of his hair over his shoulder. “You have potential to be pretty cute if you weren’t such a barbarian. You should be a little more courteous.”
Whether or not the burly ginger appreciated his comment didn’t really enter his mind. After all, Kittim preferred to speak his mind rather than hold back his thoughts. It worked for him, though many people would have preferred he kept them to himself. “Personality is half the appeal and yours is certainly leaving much to be desired,” Stated the blonde as he paused outside the coffee shop. “Now, if you think you can redeem yourself and show me that you aren’t really a brute, here’s your chance.” |
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2013 5:45:42 GMT -8
What was with people and being so against a good old fashioned Large Double Double? It seemed like everyone in Los Angeles had to have the most expensive coffee they could think of, and he was sure some of the people he saw ordering these stupid thing were doing it just to mess with him. ”Fine, whatever. If that will get you out of my hair.” Lucas just wanted to but a damn speedo and go home. But now here he was, forced to make amends for some chicks inability to walk and look where she was going. Lucas grumbled as he walked towards the coffee bar.
He grumbled louder, not bothering to dignify the girl's comment about how cute he was, or rather wasn't, with a response aside from noise. This was judging him, and all she had to go off of was his bad mood after being forced into buying her a coffee because people jumped to her side. Was it really his fault that he bumped into her? And was it honestly that big a thing. It was an accident. They should have both apologized and gone on their separate ways.
”Listen sweetheart. You can go on all day about the personality of others if you want, but you ain't no mother Teresa, yourself. If you keep on acting ugly, you're going to attract ugly people.” He placed the order for the girl's coffee, almost doubling over at how exposed she left herself suddenly. ”Oh. ok. You're used to getting what you want, well. News Flash. You are so far away from my type you might as well just be a guy. He tossed a ten dollar bill and waited for his change, leaning on the counter, so he could look back at the girl, the one who ruined his day. He wanted to see if he managed to ruin hers.
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Notes:At some point, will they stop being bitches to each other?
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on May 14, 2013 12:45:08 GMT -8
| A s much as Kittim loved running his mouth, he was starting to get tired of all this back-and-forth nonsense. Really, it wasn’t getting them anywhere. The burly brute had carelessly walked into him and knocked him down, not even apologizing for it, but Kittim had been quick to snap at him. He felt justified nonetheless though he figured if they were going to have coffee together than they might as well try to be civil. Kittim’s prior attempt at being nice failed so he had to try something else.
“Okay, look. I was being nice but I guess I went about it the wrong way or something. You aren’t being very nice either and you’re making this really hard.” All of the animosity between them was going to give him an ulcer and, honestly, he preferred not to be on the bad side of someone who could bench three of him. Even if he had a terrible attitude, Kittim just had to ignore it and took a deep breath. “So, how about we start over and put what happened behind us and enjoy our coffees like civil adults?”
Without waiting for a response, the blonde held out his hand and offered a winning smile. Introductions were way past due but he supposed they made for a great starting point. “I’m Kittim Curtis. And your name is?” Whether they met again or not—which he highly doubted—Kittim was going show the redhead how charming he really was. Of course, Kittim couldn’t care if he managed to change his opinion or not. He just was bored and the muscle head did have a cute face. A little flirting seemed a good way to pass the time. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2013 15:09:19 GMT -8
Lucas gritted his teeth at the girl, she was really starting to get under his skin. His favorite technique of punching someone then walking away had gotten him into problems back home, and back home was stricter on guns. Punching her would definitely get him shot. He sighed as he sat at a table, offering for the girl to sit as well.
She wanted to try again, eh? Fine. He'd play nice, if only for appearances. "Lucas O'Connor. Professional body builder. You may have heard of me." He said with a slight cocky edge to his voice. He always enjoyed showing off his status as a pro. Looking at the girl, it was hard to tell what she did for a living, but probably something fashiony. That was interesting in it's own way. The red head never had the knack for picking out nice things, so he stuck to dull colours.
He looked at his tank top and shorts quickly and shrugged, didn;t really matter. He wanted people to focus on his body more then what he wore. "So what do you do for a living?"
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Notes: Oh shit! ROID RAGE
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Sept 3, 2013 20:19:09 GMT -8
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lthough Kittim was far from being the lady everyone thought he was in his chiffon dress, Lucas would only prove the blonde right about him being a brainless brute should he used violence against him. Who solved their problems through violence anyways? Obviously the same person who yelled at a “girl” he ran into, who didn’t even bother to pull out a chair for him. He pulled out a chair and lowered himself with deliberate grace. Even in the presence of a barbarian, Kittim would keep some poise.
He maintained his most charming smile, lacing his fingers to balance his chin on. Kittim looked up at Lucas from beneath thick lashes. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lucas O’Connor. I’m afraid I haven’t heard anything about you.” He remarked pointedly. The blonde never kept up with things that didn’t hold his interest. Bodybuilding certainly wasn’t one of those things. He was more into himself and envisioning his rise to fame to really be interested in anything. “I’m a waitress, for now. I am aiming for modeling though.” |
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