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Post by olivie on Sept 17, 2012 20:04:58 GMT -8
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post so i don't look like some lonely, pathetic loser
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04/01/12 [/classy][classy=realicon]hover [/classy]❝ Ohhh..." The girl stood stiff in her spot, lips bent in a deep frown as her brows came to knit together over her violet eyes. He was just. Laying there. On the ground.
Her cheeks were just about as red as her now sore knuckles were, her right hand having turned a heated pink. Downcast eyes narrows slightly as her frown furthered still, her lip curling to tuck itself between her teeth so she could gnaw at it. She stretched out her foot a bit to give the man a gentle nudge, but he didn't move. At least he still looked to be breathing. What now?
It seemed like it should have been safe for at least another hour. Though it was starting to cool off and a slight chill of a breeze had picked up, the sun had yet to set. The sun was preparing to sink into the horizon, the sky remained a soft pale blue, not having shifted yet to its warmer pastel shade of yellow. So really, what on earth, in these dim but still clearly daylight hours, possessed this moronic oaf to come slinking up from behind a van to steal her purse?
He just laid there, and the once nervous Olivie was becoming increasingly comfortable with it, oddly enough. Her once squared shoulders sagged, and her anxious expression faded into one of disappointment. The slight blush on her face faded slightly as she glanced subtly to her sore hand before looking to the young man sprawled on his back before her. She cringed mentally at the sight of it. He'd had a terribly awkward landing, and his jaw seemed to have set funny since she'd hit him.
Yes, these were the moments in which perhaps a phone would come in handy. She pouted slightly, glancing off to the side of the near empty parking lot.
As her eyes fell back to the dark-haired man, the bruise on his cheek becoming clearer by the second, she sighed softly. As one hand gripped more tightly to the handles of the hemp back carrying her groceries, the other rose to thread its fingers in her hair, her palm resting against her forehead.
She'd really clocked the poor guy. She hadn't meant to.
Stepping gingerly over is tangled heap of a body, she leaned down to pick up her purse and slip the strap back over her shoulder, pausing to straighten his jacket a bit. And damn if she didn't notice how absolutely horrible he smelled when she leaned toward him to do so.
Straightening slowly she watched him a moment longer. Was she really going to leave him there? ... Her eyes shifted to the family van as she considered it. Yes. It definitely sounded like a good idea to her. Maybe. Maybe. As badly as she wanted to flee the scene of the crime, she'd feel bad if someone else had to smell the guy. If he got hit by a car, that would be his own fault for taking her purse. Only the innocent bystanders who would have to withstand his stench would earn any sympathy from her.❞ | | | [newclass=box]opacity: 0; filter:alpha(opacity=0); width: 100px; height: 120px; float: left; position: absolute; margin-left: 25%; transition: 0.7s; -moz-transition: 0.7s; -webkit-transition: 0.7s; -o-transition: 0.7s;[/newclass][newclass=box:hover]opacity: 0.7; filter:alpha(opacity=70); width: 260px; transition: 0.7s; -moz-transition: 0.7s; -webkit-transition: 0.7s; -o-transition: 0.7s;[/newclass][newclass=hiddenicon]background: url(http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh443/dbkarma/Tsukumo/05.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 5px; border: 2px #ad687d solid; [/newclass][newclass=realicon]float: right; background: url(http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh443/dbkarma/Tsukumo/05.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 5px; border: 2px #ad687d solid; margin-left: 5px;[/newclass] |
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Post by ashley on Sept 22, 2012 13:06:03 GMT -8
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Sept 27, 2012 16:44:01 GMT -8
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His eyes wandered and he squinted, focusing his sight on two figures in the distance. No, wait, make that three. Yes, definitely three. There was another one on the ground. He began to make out their features, as he was coming closer now. One of them was a petite woman with blonde hair, the other looked like some sort of gangster, with his slick gray hair pushed back to show his forehead quite well. Both were standing over a man with dark hair. An unconscious man. Canis quickly analyzed the scene. Okay, he thought. There's an unconscious man on the ground, and we have a young woman being approached by what looks like a hoodlum. Canis' eyes narrowed in suspicion. Obviously the man over there wasn't lost asking for directions. On first glance, the scene looked pretty bad for the girl. The gray-haired man had probably knocked out the man on the ground and was now turning to the girl. Maybe it was robbery? Canis didn't exactly want to find out, but being a civilized person, he approached the scene with caution. Obviously he was going to pull a stunt and, hopefully, it would end up with both he and the girl running away from the dangerous-looking man. He took a few more steps toward the scene and then paused to think: Wait, what the frig am I going to do?
Wind blew from his right, and his short hair swayed in the wind. It was one of those Western movie moments where a tumbleweed tumbles by. He took another step, and then paused again. Did he really care? No, but then again, he was bored and was trying to stay away from home as long as possible. Ugh, what was he doing? He thought he could try going 'hero' and save the damsel in distress? What a joke. No, his job didn't call for it, his mom hadn't asked him to do it so--
"What in the world is with that smell?" he exclaimed, disgusted, a bit too loudly. Five seconds passed, and Canis was completely still. What. The. Frig did he just do? Well, he just let the whole world know that this place smelled really bad. But what else?
How about getting the attention of those two figures that were probably looking at him right now? I probably just victimized myself, he thought, and now I'm really going to get it. He deserved it, though. What a stupid move. Maybe he could still walk away--
"God, somebody get the press. Unidentified Flying Odor discovered. You two," he pointed angrily at the two who were the supposed cause of the awful stench, which he thought might've been the man laying on the ground. "One of you is responsible for this atrocity, right? Shouldn't one of you take responsibility of this-- this, thing," he gestured to the human stink bomb on the ground.
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Open palm. Insert face.
TAGS - COUNT - NOTES Lol, go easy on the kid. He's had a rough day. [/style][style=border:5px solid #BBBBBB; width:100px;margin-left:10px] [/style]
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Post by olivie on Sept 29, 2012 0:54:33 GMT -8
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sorry for the wait
thanks for joining <3
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04/01/12 [/classy][classy=realicon]hover [/classy]❝ Laughter was really the last thing she was expecting to hear. It came rather suddenly to her, and she hadn't heard him approach. She just stared at the man wide-eyed and clueless, not sure what to make of him. From his laugh and the fact he wasn't making a move for her purse, he seemed friendly enough. However he looked to be about as friendly as the unconscious man on the ground before her. She just blinked at him, completely blank faced, seeming to register the turn events almost as slowly as he had.
Really though, her thoughts were jumping rather quickly. From one to the other, darting around. Was it possible he was with the other guy? She didn't recall seeing him here at the store again, but then she never made an effort to befriend any of the other shoppers. She was really unsure whether to rule this guy out as a potential threat or not, and she still had this knocked out guy to deal with.
Olivie took a casual step back as he moved forward, keeping a good amount of distance between the two. She wasn't much looking forward to having to punch another stranger out today. It seemed she wouldn't have to, he was much too distracted by the smelly man on the ground, just about kicking his head with his foot. "Well don't break him," she mumbled uncomfortably. His head had seen enough abuse today, in her mind.
At the sound of his voice she looked up to him, relaxing a little. No, if he wanted to try something he'd have done it by now, and his tone seemed cheerful enough. She'd try not to be so paranoid. For a while. Maybe five minutes, and she'd see how that worked.
She just had to... stare. The guy looked like such a thug. She glanced to his short hair, she had to wonder if it was bleached. His face was a mess of... piercings and what she could swear was a scar. He just looked gruff. Something about him screamed that he could have her in a choke hold in the blink of an eye. She nearly missed his question completely, if not for the concern she detected in his voice, she most likely would have.
"I am," she answered lightly, giving a slight nod for effect as she rubbed at her knuckles again, reminded just how sore they were. "He's kind of in the way now, unfortunately." This stranger seemed fit to lug the monster out of the way, she wasn't going to waste any time in asking her favor. She opened her mouth to speak but-
Seemed to shut it just as quickly. Another voice had caught her attention. She tilted her head slightly to glance to the boy, frowning slightly. This wasn't enough to merit a crowd, was it? She was hoping not to draw much attention to all this. It didn't help that the boy now seemed to be pointing at her. Olivie was a little surprised by it. He was loud, and more than a little rude. Perhaps obnoxious would be the right term, but it didn't quite seem like he was there yet. More like he was purposefully trying to make a spectacle of himself. Or her, she couldn't tell at the moment.
She didn't answer to any of it. She simply gripped the strap of her bag, shifted her weight to better stand holding her groceries, and gave the boy that subtle look of "mother's disappointment." She was working on it, he didn't have to be a brat. What was he even doing out here by himself? "You shouldn't be on your own with robbers out." Hopefully that'd be enough to spook him back into his family's arms. She had never done well in dealing with children. ❞ | | | [newclass=box]opacity: 0; filter:alpha(opacity=0); width: 100px; height: 120px; float: left; position: absolute; margin-left: 25%; transition: 0.7s; -moz-transition: 0.7s; -webkit-transition: 0.7s; -o-transition: 0.7s;[/newclass][newclass=box:hover]opacity: 0.7; filter:alpha(opacity=70); width: 260px; transition: 0.7s; -moz-transition: 0.7s; -webkit-transition: 0.7s; -o-transition: 0.7s;[/newclass][newclass=hiddenicon]background: url(http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh443/dbkarma/Tsukumo/05.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 5px; border: 2px #ad687d solid; [/newclass][newclass=realicon]float: right; background: url(http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh443/dbkarma/Tsukumo/05.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 5px; border: 2px #ad687d solid; margin-left: 5px;[/newclass] |
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Post by ashley on Sept 29, 2012 12:42:45 GMT -8
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[/font] Almost immediately after 'whispering' to the girl, he turned back to Canis. Free hand cupped around the right side of his mouth as he shouted to the lad. "The hell are you talking about!?"[/font] Needless to say his voice would have no problem reaching the boy. Confused expression remained as a hand ran over his hair slicked back, stopping to scratch the back of his head as he shook his head slowly. This was going to be one of those weird confusing evenings, wasn't it? First the little girl punching out a grown man, now some random little kid shouting nonsense at him. Wasn't he just going to the market to get some fresh fish? And he was still going to have to go home and cook for his sister...Well, she could probably wait. Legs bent as he squatted down next to the body, since that would certainly help him make sense of things. It wasn't until then that he took notice of the foul odor. The smell hit him like a brick, causing him to cough as soon as the terrible gas entered his lungs. Look of confusion vanished as his face scrunched up in disgust. "Oh man! This guy smells like shit![/font] A hand moved up to wave at the air in front of his face in a poor attempt to keep the smell from reaching his nose. The smell was intense at such close range. It was like sticking your head through a manhole and into the sewers. Wait, could he actually have been in the sewers? Was he homeless or something? Did homeless people even sleep in the sewers? It would at least explain why he was trying to snatch some random chick's purse. And more importantly the stench... "Did you just punch out a homeless guy?[/font] He looked up at Olivie once more, figuring she would be the most likely one to know.[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style][/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Sept 29, 2012 13:48:26 GMT -8
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Robbers, huh? Canis scratched his head lazily. He hadn't actually seen any robbers around here. He doubted there were any. Was the girl really concerned about his safety, or did she just want him to go away? Canis guessed the latter. He began to walk towards the two, being wary of the person who looked like a thug. He was surprised to see the thug person whisper something to the girl. Were the two acquaintances? He didn't have time to dwell on it, because the man turned to him and called: "The hell are you talking about?!" Canis blinked. What did the guy think he was talking about? Obviously he was telling one of them to take responsibility of lugging the foul-smelling guy away. he hadn't really expected the girl to do it, so he thought that the man should have done it. Obviously, though, the girl didn't want to do it and the guy couldn't take a hint. What an idiot, he thought. Common sense kept him from saying that out loud.
"What I'm saying is, one of you should get rid of that guy before somebody notices the smell, comes over here, and then calls the police. But I'm mostly concerned about the smell," he yelled back at the man, with one hand pinching his nose. He was now a few meters away from both the thug and that girl, and he heard the thug say: "Oh man! This guy smells like shit!" Wow. He's standing right there and he hadn't taken notice of that yet? "Well, you're not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, are you?" he smirked. Perhaps he would be safe to let the words fly around this one. Until he made sense of his words, though. Then he would really have to get out of here. But, for the moment, he was bored and wanted something to do. He stayed here to investigate.
"So, what exactly happened here?" he inquired, kicking the man with his foot. He noticed the girl rubbing her knuckles. Ah. "Are you stronger than I think you are?" he questioned the girl, monotonous. "Or should I assume that the big guy over here is responsible for it?" he nodded his head in the thug's direction. It was most likely the latter, but Canis hadn't missed the girl's small actions. "But... that's not what I'm interested in." Canis leaned in as close as he dared, and took another whiff. Bad idea. He instinctively recoiled from the smell, and pinched his nose harder. "Where the heck has this guy been?" It was a rhetorical question. He looked at the girl with mild interest. "Do you happen to know him?"
Before he knew it, he was already letting questions roll off of his tongue that might explain the situation. Canis wasn't going to rely on the thug; he looked slow. Once his interest was satisfied, he would probably leave without a care in the world, but for now, he wanted to know what was going. Call it a 'fake interest'.
TAGS OLIVIE, ASHLEY COUNT - NOTES Time to play detective! Or rather, the I-am-bored-so-I-will-ask-questions game. [/style][style=border:5px solid #BBBBBB; width:100px;margin-left:10px] [/style]
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Post by olivie on Sept 29, 2012 15:21:08 GMT -8
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you guise post fast BX
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04/01/12 [/classy][classy=realicon]hover [/classy]❝ An exasperated, somewhat sympathetic smile tugged at her lips as she furrowed her brows, watching him continue to nudge the guy's head with his foot. This was... incredibly pathetic. The poor guy. Had it honestly not occurred to him that he could drag him out of the way? He didn't seem like he was doing this just to be a jerk. It was... really kind of funny.
She blinked as she was whispered to, looking to Ashley and watching him quizzically. Why had he whispered to her? It wasn't as if she would know. He seemed to come to the same conclusion, and rather quickly too as he turned to call out to him. Hoo boy. This man, whoever he was, certainly was strange. She was starting to wonder if maybe he'd had a little to drink, but he really didn't smell of alcohol. Her lips quirked up a bit higher as she watched him, thoroughly amused. He was a funny guy.
Smile still in place, she glanced to Canis as he spoke, oddly enough content to just stand there and let these other two figure out what to do with the man. The talkative child seemed to pull the spotlight away from her quite easily, and the man was easily distracted. She could probably just slip off and... She glanced back to her car thoughtfully, still listening.
She glanced back as they were inspecting the man, opening her mouth to speak again when she was cut off by the older one's question. Her brows drew together as she frowned, homeless or not the guy needed a punch. "Maybe?" She couldn't have cared less, honestly. It was rude for the smelly bastard to come after her money.
She had settled down quickly though, her expression relaxed by the time her eyes had settled upon the boy again. She jerked forward a bit as she kicked at him as well. Was everyone going to kick him like that? Watching the unconscious body, she stood through his barrage of questions quietly, curious why he'd taken such an interest. Hadn't she told him to go home? Perhaps she needed to be more direct. "I hit him when he tried to grab at my purse. He just... went down." Her soft tone gained a bit of an edge to it, lips pressing in a firm line as she watched him, continuing. "Go back to your family. ❞ |
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Post by ashley on Sept 29, 2012 17:06:53 GMT -8
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[/font] Even as he spoke, his mind was still on what she said before. Not the sharpest knife, huh? Just as his gears started turning on that subject, the previous problem returned to his mind. There was a smelly unconscious guy on the ground. He would probably get in the way of the other shoppers trying to get to their cars. It was then that the idea finally struck him. "Hey. Why don't I just move him?[/font] Foam chest of ice was set down on the ground, freeing up his hands and giving him a chance to crack his knuckles. Moving to position himself so he was standing over the man's head, he squatted down once more. Arms reached underneath him and grabbed him by the under arm as he extended his legs slightly. He then began to walk backwards, dragging him along the ground a few feet. Once he was no longer in front of the door he dropped him onto the ground. Not exactly being the gentle sort, he simply let go with him still in the air, causing his head to hit the pavement. Fortunately it didn't seem hard enough to do any permanent damage. Looking down at the man Ashley nodded slowly, dusting off his hands as he stood once more. "There. Problem solved."[/font] Now all they have to deal with is a smelly unconscious guy in a slightly different spot.[/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style][/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by CANIS MINOR on Sept 30, 2012 11:57:55 GMT -8
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Ouch. That hurt. But there was no way Canis was going to go back home now. First, he hated it back there. Everybody there got on his nerves. Especially his older brother. He wouldn’t be caught dead with him. He didn’t know why; he just didn’t like him. That was it. Second, he was now curious to how a girl like her managed to knock out a guy like him. It was actually funny. If the guy woke up, Canis was going to give him an earful. For trying to steal from a girl and getting knocked up in the process. The idea was played through his head, and he almost laughed out loud. Canis noticed the girl glance back at a car. It was most likely her car. Did she want to leave? He lifted one corner of his mouth. How amusing. “Lady’s right, kid. You should get home before it gets too dark,” the thug added. Wow, was the guy really concerned about his well-being? That was new. Canis was meeting different kinds of people every day.
“Sorry, but I’m not going back to that sorry place that I call home,” he replied darkly. That should be enough for them to understand that he didn’t want to go home. Hopefully, the girl would take a hint and know from that sentence that there were special circumstances involved. Those circumstances being his family was made up of selfish jerks and they probably didn’t want him there as much as he didn’t want to be with them. Except maybe his brother-in-law. Canis didn’t want to be with him, though.
“Hey. Why don’t I just move him?” It was as if the idea just popped into his head, or thug had expected Canis or the girl to do something about the man. Canis thought the guy was pretty funny, because the guy probably wasn’t acting. He didn’t seem drunk, either. “And the last horse crosses the finish line,” he sighed, shaking his head. “You do that.”
Canis watched with his arms crossed as the thug cracked his knuckles and squatted beside the man. Right now, though, Canis wasn’t exactly expecting much. He watched as the thug person grabbed the man’s arms and dragged him about a meter away from the spot he was in and plop him back onto the pavement, and then dust off his hands. He was obviously pleased with himself. Canis sighed again. He didn’t know what he expected from the guy, anyway. “Problem solved, huh?” he huffed. “We got the guy out of the way. We still have a smelly unconscious guy, though. Have any ideas on that?” Canis made sure to direct this question at the thug person, now. He was an entertaining fellow, and Canis wanted to know how far he could go with this guy.
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