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Post by anima on Oct 9, 2012 20:38:05 GMT -8
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The crowd started to clump together even more. ”Hey, do you think we’ll see anyone famous here?” Anima’s brows shot up and her blue eues sparked. Peter chuckled at his now two month girlfriend.
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[/i] Anima’s head jerked back as she blushed. ”Haha! You’re too nice.” She chuckled out, people stared at them. ”See everyone’s looking at you.” He smiled bigger, guiding her around the crowd. ”Now there should be a small place back here I’ve always wanted to take you.”[/i] Peter mumbled as he eyed the area. He then steered her into a direction that had few people going in and out of the area, the store seemed to be one for outdoor items. Anima tilted her head, her lips pressed together, her stomach knotted up, something was right here. A little person was yelling in her head to pull away, but Anima ignored it, he was too kind to do anything wrong to her; right? ”Now, that we have time to ourselves, I have you all alone.” Peter murmured, pressing Anima onto the closes wall away from people’s view or if one did see, they would just ignore them. ”What do you mean?” She pressed a hand on his chest to keep some distance. ”You’ve always had me.” Her head tilted, once more an alarm went off in her head telling her to leave right now. ”If you really wanted time along we could’ve stayed on.””Quite. You’re always talking, it’s always you.” His face leaned in onto hers, Anima pressed her head back her brows came together in concern. ”When will I talk? When will I have fun?”[/i] Peter wrapped himself around Anima. She had some wiggling room but not enough to do any damaging movements to the man. ”Please don’t do this.” She begged. ”We’ve just started out, I’m not ready for anything like this.” Anima’s stomach curled. ”No, I want you for myself. People say you’re untamable, but I’ll tame you.””But why in public? Why here?” She moved her head to face away from Peter who attempted to come in for a kiss and just brushed upon her cheek. His fingers dug into her large ponytail. ”Because if I can’t have you then no one will.”[/i] He mumbled into his ear. Right about now Anima wished that someone would come break him away from her. ”I. I don’t think this will work Peter.””It will.”[/i] He cooed, rubbing his cheek on top of her head. ”You just need to let go of some of your ways.”[/i] ”No.” Anima said firmly, once more attempting to wiggle out of his arms. [/style][/td][td][tr] [atrb=style,height: 431px; border-right: 10px solid #000; background-color: #1e231e; width: 103px; ][STYLE=margin-top: 1px; opacity: 0.4; border-left: 6px solid #000; border-right: 5px solid #1E231E; border-top: 5px solid #000] [/style][STYLE=margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.6; border-left: 6px solid #000; border-right: 5px solid #1E231E] [/style][STYLE=margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.8; border-left: 6px solid #000; border-right: 5px solid #1E231E] [/style][STYLE=margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 1px; border-left: 6px solid #000; border-bottom: 5px solid #000; border-right: 5px solid #1E231E] [/style][/td][/tr][td][cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #1e231e; width: 450px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-top: 1px dashed #60d360; border-bottom: 5px solid #0d100d; border-left: 10px solid #000; border-right: 10px solid #000][STYLE=color:#445144; font-family: arial black; font-size: 15px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000000; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 12px; letter-spacing: 2px;]do or die[/style][/td][/tr][/table] [cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #1e231e; width: 480px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-top: 5px solid #000; border-bottom: 10px solid #0d100d; border-left: 10px solid #000000; border-right: 10px solid #000000; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 0px;][STYLE=color:#9BAFD2; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 12px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center;]words :: 000 tagged :: Rayna notes :: It's really hard to find picture of Touko sad orz... But go kick this guys butt! TIMESTAMP IS 3/25/12 made by prism[/style] |
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Post by RAYNA KELLER on Oct 13, 2012 23:23:13 GMT -8
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Bored, that was the number one word to describe the women as she stepped out of the coffee shop. With Lukas off on a job and her own job taken care of the day before, she had little to entertain her. Leaving the shop to a part time worker Rayna bid them farewell as she left the shop to meet her rider outside. She had a few things to take care of and thought now was a good enough time. She mounted the bike and rode away without a second thought. After making two stops she was now at her last one.
Meeting someone on a side street was nothing new to her, she parked to the side, staying out of the line of sight of passerby's. The man she had to meet was right on time and took the letter she held without saying a word. With that over he passed her a note and went on his way. She took a quick glace at the note. Reading what she needed to know she pulled out a lighter and burned it. She waited for the paper to roll up and blacken, that was when someone else entered the side street. Rayna stayed quiet and watched the two young people.
A leather boot pushed down on the kickstand of the white motorcycle. The rider of the bike was busy with more important things when the two young lovers walked into the back street. At first the women in a black leather jacket paid no attention to the pair. That was until she heard the young lady say no, in fact the girl expressed her distress more then once. Rayna was not the type to get into other peoples business, but the girl looked utterly hopeless. So with slow moments she stepped off her bike and strolled over. She took into account that the man seemed a bit fixated on the women. Rayna, being in a bit of a mood decided that she did not like the way this guy was acting.
More forceful then she probably should have been, she made quick work of removing the problem. The guy wouldn't even know what hit him. She moved within seconds and grabbed him by the back of his shirt. Pulling hard, fabric ripped as she waited for that one second where there was enough space between the young lady and the bastard on a man. That was when she moved in, her free hand snaked in and grabbed the guy by the next. With full force she slammed him into the ground. Rubbing her hands together as if to say job's done, she turned to look at the other woman. "Men, they don't know that no really means no. Are you ok?"
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Post by anima on Oct 17, 2012 17:48:21 GMT -8
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Anima tried to fight off her to-be jaw dropping but it happened anyways. She sniffled slightly before quickly rubbing her eyes, good thing she didn’t wear mascara today. A cough to clear her throat Anima smiled up to her savior. ”Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
She never expected Peter to be that way or anyone. Maybe it was the fact that she was lenient on when she made friends, giving everyone a chance she knew that they deserved. But then Anima was given a heads up by her most reliable source, her own sense, now she wanted to go beat herself for not listening to it. Come on, who wouldn’t have wanted to go out with him? Peter was nice, caring, on top of that good looking. Maybe her choices in men weren’t as good as she thought.
”I’m sorry you had to go through all of that, ma’am.” Anima once more cleared out her throat. A defeated sigh left the young woman’s throat. ”Is there anything I can do to make up for it.” She rubbed the back of her neck; she would rather make up for this mistake that she should’ve solved by herself. Not that she didn’t mind doing something, she had all the time for people; it’s just she hated being in a rut and having to be helped out. Especially with the fact that she was going to be a lawyer one day, she can’t be this weak! [/style] | [tr][atrb=style,height: 431px; border-right: 10px solid #000; background-color: #1e231e; width: 103px; ][STYLE=margin-top: 1px; opacity: 0.4; border-left: 6px solid #000; border-right: 5px solid #1E231E; border-top: 5px solid #000] [/style][STYLE=margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.6; border-left: 6px solid #000; border-right: 5px solid #1E231E] [/style][STYLE=margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.8; border-left: 6px solid #000; border-right: 5px solid #1E231E] [/style][STYLE=margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 1px; border-left: 6px solid #000; border-bottom: 5px solid #000; border-right: 5px solid #1E231E][/style] |
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Posts: 64
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: Feb. 14th, 1988
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Sniper Assassin
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Post by RAYNA KELLER on Oct 19, 2012 21:35:26 GMT -8
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Rayna looked down at the guy, she hadn't meant to knock out the guy, but things happened. It cross her mind that just maybe she should have went easier on him.. no maybe not. Rayna had dealt with men like him before, sure it wasn't common, but she normally made quick work of them. She stepped over him and walked back over to where she had left her bike. As she walked over to the motorcycle she waved her hand to dismiss the younger woman. First of all cut out the ma'am stuff. I get the whole being respectful thing, but it just makes me feel old. The names Rayna. She pulled her key from the motorcycle and moved the kickstand back up. Grabbing the handles she walked the bike and stopped near the other women, making sure to guide her bike around the knocked out man. "I didn't do it for a reward or anything, but if it'll make you feel better do as you please." It crossed her mind that with Lukas gone she was feeling rather board and she was sure the families were keeping a close eye on her. Then a thought crossed her mind, if she stayed around this girl for a bit she might be able to sneak off their radar for a bit. After all if she was with a civilian whoever was watching her would just call it a day. Looking normal could really pay off if she played it right. She grabbed her only helmet and held it out to the girl. "First of all I think we should remove ourselves from this area, it isn't the best place for us to chat." How that man guided the girl here she would never understand, but there was no point in sticking around. He would wake soon and be quite upset about his shirt. She straddled her bike and patted behind her. "I'll give you a ride, home? Somewhere else you'd rather be?" Rayna wasn't a total bitch, she just wasn't a fan of playing the nice card without a reason. Luckily today she found just the reason. She placed her key in and turned it, the bike started and she revved it. Nothing like the sound of a Norge GT 8V in its prime, boy did she love her bikes. Notes: mmmm motorcycle.
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Post by anima on Oct 20, 2012 16:24:44 GMT -8
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Anima stopped herself from face-palming her face, this person didn’t like being called ma’am, but she didn’t know what else to call her. She then perked up a small smile on her face. ”Nice to meet you, Rayna; I’m Anima.” She watched Rayna move her bike around the knocked out man, uh Peter.
Yes, doing something for Rayna would make her feel better, thankfully she was given reign over that. Now the only question is what could Anima do for this person? She really didn’t know the woman well enough to do something really great. Anima placed a hand on her hip and the other under her chin going into deep thought not realizing the thoughts that Rayna had. Her eyes flickered back to life looking at Rayna her brows rising up in curiosity. Yeah, this area wasn’t safe now that she was realizing it. Looking around Anima felt pretty stupid, when she poured her heart out for a man it really slipped out. Her eyes dropped down the ground but once more rose up, a helmet now in her right in front up. Anima reached up and took it, placing it over her head. The weight was foreign to her head but after a while it became normal.
”If you could take me back to UCLA. I would really appreciate that.” Anima said over the revving of the engine. Anima climbed on behind Rayna, thinking about it, she had dated someone in high school who rode a bike, this model wasn’t the same that much Anima knew; her knowledge extended more over the court than machines.
”But if you need to go anywhere before heading to the school’s direction that’s fine by me.” She had a small smile on as she tilted slightly to say that. [/style] | [tr][atrb=style,height: 431px; border-right: 10px solid #000; background-color: #1e231e; width: 103px; ][STYLE=margin-top: 1px; opacity: 0.4; border-left: 6px solid #000; border-right: 5px solid #1E231E; border-top: 5px solid #000] [/style][STYLE=margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.6; border-left: 6px solid #000; border-right: 5px solid #1E231E] [/style][STYLE=margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.8; border-left: 6px solid #000; border-right: 5px solid #1E231E] [/style][STYLE=margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 1px; border-left: 6px solid #000; border-bottom: 5px solid #000; border-right: 5px solid #1E231E][/style] |
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RAYNA KELLER
Civilian
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Posts: 64
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: Feb. 14th, 1988
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Sniper Assassin
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Post by RAYNA KELLER on Oct 29, 2012 15:13:43 GMT -8
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Rayna had this feeling that this girl was pretty young, or she had a young mind. Either way being asked to take her back to the college made Rayna want to shake her head. A young college student huh? It was always the new meat that got themselves into such trouble. Rayna never had such troubles, maybe it had to do with the fact that she never went to college, or maybe because she never really dated. Either way there was no way a man could ever survive with such intentions around he if she did not share the same idea. Once again Rayna found her at a lost for the topic, she never really refused the advances of an 'excited' male. The last thing to understand was that either this girl was picky or a virgin, she picked the later. At least they got passed the ma'am part rather quickly, Rayna had learned that some people could be really forceful about the title. She really disliked those kind of people with a bit of a passion. It was bad enough knowing that with each year she grew older, she did not need the younger people of this world to remind her of such a fact.
Did she have somewhere else to spot? No not really, she could go by the shop to check on things, but knew better. The most she would have to deal with there would be the constant complaints that they were out of something, yea yea, add it to the list. No she had no real reason to go back, so it was safe to guess that the College would be their next stop. "I got no where else to be, so UCLA it is. Hold on tight and lean with me." She spoke over the sound of the bike, which wasn't as bad as one would think. Rayna swore, each years these bikes got quieter and quieter. She Took a second to make sure that Anima was holding on with a good grip before she let the bike speed up in a matter of seconds. No rider with Rayna was ever nice and slow, no, speed and power was her friend. This bike could handle a lot and she loved it. The trip to the College was a simple one, a few turns here and there, a few red lights she might have timed just right to pass.
Once they were finally at the collage Rayna found a spot near the entrance to the campus' cafe to stop. She only realized now that she had no clue what area the girl need to be in. She stopped the bike and waited for it to cool down before she spoke. "Well here we are, next time be careful of what boys you follow in alleyways from now on." She reached into her pocket and pulled her card out, handing it to the young woman. "Here my card, nothing fancy, just a coffee shop. Stop by if you ever get the time." She smiled and left the girl to do whatever she needed to do there. It was about time she went bak to the shop and checked on things.
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Post by DESTINY on Nov 28, 2012 19:06:45 GMT -8
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