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Thread: Back in town (RyuxSemperFi)

He gave a soft sigh, taking a deep breath as he closed his eyes. He wouldn't sleep, unable to with the pain in his chest. He opened his eyes a bit and saw the blood bag, taking it and drinking it slowly. He took a soft breath, unable to stop himself as he took in her scent, his mind racing back to his old memories when they were together. He closed his eyes,'Why did I come back here...?' he thought to himself,'I can't control myself around her...' he laid back in the bed, his eyes closing once more as he took in her scent, it filling his mind as he got comfortable in her bed,'I'm an idiot...' he thought as a familiar warmth began to grow inside him, something he hadn't felt in a long time.
Thread: Back in town (RyuxSemperFi)

Kat spends a few hours in her office, idly working and listening to him shifting around. She had to admit it was a little odd having him back after so long. She'd missed him though, and it was nice to have him home, even if only for a little while. She stands, stepping out of her office, glancing into her room at him, checking on him before continuing to the kitchen. she poured some blood into a wine glass, then returned to her place on the roof, sitting up here, in the darkness, drinking from the glass, and listening to the sounds of the city. So many people still awake, despite it being nearly 2 in the morning. Sometimes Kat forgot about time, since it didn't have much impact on her life anymore.
Thread: Back in town (RyuxSemperFi)

He had loved her so much, had been completely devoted to her. He would have done anything for her at the drop of a hat. But things had changed, he had changed. But he still loved her. He closed his eyes, it was a different bed, but it still smelled like her, felt like her. He sighed, unable to hold back his feelings for her. He closed his eyes, letting the blankets wp around him, he could remember every inch of her, he would never forget. He remembered her breath, her moans... her pleasure. He wanted it... but at the same time, he didn't, couldn't... he couldn't fall for her again. They'd been apart for so long, he was different now, he was more independant... he didn't need anything... anyone...
Thread: Back in town (RyuxSemperFi)

Of all those that she had sired over the past few centuries, he was easily her favorite. He had been the only one that had wanted to stay, after he'd learned to be a vampire. He stayed and he'd become her constant companion. It hadn't taken long to fall in love with him, of course it had hurt when he'd left. She'd understood and even urged him to go. Everyone needed to spend a couple decades on their own. But that didn't mean that the thrill was any less when she'd caught his scent earlier. She hoped he'd stay a while, even after he was healed, but she wouldn't force him. It was easy to get caught up in the memories of the past, remembering being with him, spending time together, they were almost constantly together.
Thread: Back in town (RyuxSemperFi)

He took a soft breath, breathing in her scent as he curled in her blanket. He didn't want to leave... he didn't want to be away from her any more. He could remember every night of passion they had, every moment he would spend in her arms. He missed it. Sure there were other females when he was gone, but she was special, she was his... and he was hers. He nuzzled into her pillow lightly,NO... he said softly,I can't... I can't feel that again... he said, although his mind wasn't paying any attention any more. He wanted to hold her, to do all the things they used to do. He wanted to be hers again... wanted to fight others to be her right hand. He would fight, he would kill, steal... anything if it meant holding her again. His mind was blank, thinking of nothing but her... wanting to call out to her, but his body wasn't letting him... was keeping from letting it happening.
Thread: Back in town (RyuxSemperFi)

Her head tilts, hearing his voice, she stands slipping back into the house. She debates about going in to see him. But she knows that if she goes in, the chances are slim she wouldn't come back out. She'd end up, just sitting in there, or laying beside him. She remembers, having him working with her, it had been nice, having a second in command. She didn't have one anymore, not sense he left, she hadn't wanted anyone else to fill that spot. If he wanted it, it would be his, no questions asked. She puts her empty glass in the kitchen before making her way into the bathroom, turning the shower on, letting it get hot before shedding her clothes and stepping under the steaming water, letting her mind and body relax.
Thread: Back in town (RyuxSemperFi)

He gave a light sigh, keeping his eyes closed before hearing the shower go, wanting so much to join her. He moved a bit slowly slipping out of the bed. His mind taking control as he slowly moved to the bathroom. He knocked on the door slowly,H-hey... He called in,I... uh... I was wondering... something... He said, his body aching to hold her, to do anything she wanted him to. He bit his lip lightly as he waited for her to answer. He sighed as he could still smell her, his mind going through so many ideas and thoughts of what he would do with her if able again.
Thread: Back in town (RyuxSemperFi)

Kat glances towards the door through the glass door of the shower. Yeah? She asks, hearing his voice, she steps back so she wasn't directly under the water, to hear him better. You can come into the bathroom, if you want. She offers, the door was only cracked shut, and she didn't have a problem, being naked near him. He'd already seen her like that, and it wasn't like she'd changed much in 60 years, just the new addition of a few scars and a new tattoo on her left hip, a four leave clover.
Thread: Back in town (RyuxSemperFi)

He walked into the bathroom slowly, seeing the outline of her in the shower, he had to fight himself to not just jump in with her. He took a soft breath,Hey... I was just... uh... well... I need a break... from my city. He said to her,So... I was wondering. If I could stay here with you... for a while. He said, looking away from the shower a bit,Not too long... just... a few weeks maybe... he said quickly, trying to make it seem like it was no big deal. He bit his lower lip a bit, waiting for her answer as he fought back he wamrth in his body.
Thread: Closed

RE Looking for a fellow RP partner I would role play with you if you want I have an idea of an adventure going through the woods and finding a wood nymph if you are interested.
Thread: P-Please! I need this...

RE P-Please! I need this...Alan x Izzy Jarrod Walcott was quick to reach the height of popularity here at Saint Mary's. His thick accent, rustic charm, and humour were all traits that everyone on campus found to be endearing. Ellie just thought him to be goofy, not that was a problem, but he was a male, and those made her brain melt quicker than crayons on asphalt during a summer's heat wave. Ellie looked over just in time to see him wave. The breeze picked up again, her hand held the tin down close to her thigh to prevent her skirt from flipping up. Her opposite hand tucked a long, curly long of hair behind her ear. Ellie was a petite young woman, with a very pretty face. She stood at five foot even, with a proportional body. The uniform had been tailored to each student, complimenting their natural figure. With her dance and yoga, Ellie had a very slender form. Perhaps it was a bit hard to see with a coat on, but she did not have the shape of a box, or pear, or carrot, but a lovely hour glass figure. Her chest was large with plump breasts, and was contrasted by a very tiny waist which smoothed out into very round hips to smooth thighs and plush buttocks. As he neared, he could very well look onto her pretty heart-shaped face. With her high cheek bones slim nose, perfectly pink, plush, plump and kissably soft lips. But most importantly, her eyes. For generations humanity has always believed that the eyes were the gate way to the soul. Hers were large as they were often filled with wonder, and the colour was as blue as the truest of oceans. Her mother always told her that she had the crashing waves in her eyes. She blinked lightly, fanning her long lashes as he neared. Her cheeks quickly reddening with blush. My, he was handsome up close... For a moment her voice was caught in her throat, her thought process turned to the consistency of porridge, and her heart--it skipped a beat. He spoke to her! Without mimicry! Oh happy day! I uhh... Ellie started, blushing a bit harder as she was quite lost in thought, and her courage was severely damaged. Her eyes trailed down to the tin against her thigh, her lashing kissing her cheeks when she blinked. Clearing her throat, she held out the cookies, ... I was hoping that... well, maybe, if you had the time, we could... that is, p-please? She sounded like a super dweeb indeed! The breeze picked up, ruffling her skirt once more. Her opposite hand tugged at the surprisingly short skirt, trying to keep her thighs covered as best she could. Its better to bite the bullet, no? Ellie looked up to him pleadingly, Jarrod, w-would you please teach me how to be... popular? I-I'd like to learn how you make friends so easily..
Thread: P-Please! I need this...

RE P-Please! I need this... Alan x Izzy ... I was hoping that... well, maybe, if you had the time, we could... that is, p-please? We could eat cookies? Is that what she wanted. Well, he'd always known Ellie Lovelock didn't exactly have the highest self esteem - he'd seen the other girls bully her, even the younger kids, and truth to tell he'd always felt a bit sorry for her. The fact that she couldn't fight, and wasn't confident enough to make a snappy comeback to teasing seemed to make her a natural victim. Or was it that modesty of hers. While the other girls were forever lounging around, taking no care at all, poor Ellie was forever fussing with her skirt, tugging it down or fighting the breeze, only for it to defy all her efforts. Cries of I see London, I see France, or simply the shouting of a color White! Sky Blue Pink followed her aruond every time she gave an inadvertent showing. In fact, despite her discreet tug, the hem had ridden up again even now, revealing a hint of pale green material, decorated with a small forget-me-not pattern. Flea wondered if he shuold mention it, and hoped she hadn't seen he'd noticed. But to plead with him, to eat a cookie? That seemed to be taking the sense of favor too far. Surely she was doing him the favor. And in any case, the consumption of food was hardly a private act? Why the need for this secret rendezvous? Yes, thanks, I'd - he began, noting her shy downward glance. He wondered why he'd never noticed her before. She really did have the most extraordinarily long lashes. Come to think of it, her legs were longer - and much sexier - than he'd noticed, too. He wondered why she didn't have a boyfriend. I'd be pleased to. Thanks. I guess it's you that's been - He stopped. Somehow, it seemed gauche in the extreme to mention her past gifts. In any case, what if her missive had been unconnected to the other cookies. ... w-would you please teach me how to be... popular? And that one threw him! How could he reply to that, even if he did't have a mouth full of biscuit. Oops, had to remember to call them cookies now. He swallowed hurriedly. In any case, how could he answer without having to admit that yeah, I've noticed everyone takes the piss out of you, therefore humiliating the girl even more than she obviously already was by having to make such a request. I... er... I hadn't noticed you weren't, he lied, his efforts to think fast handicapped by the fact that in the short time he'd taken to say it, the hem of her skirt rose another half inch. Think, Flea, think. Say something nice. And not these are nice cookies either! Though I suppose a girl like you can never be totally popular... you know, you being so pretty. It's bound to make some of the other kids jealous. He hastily pretended interest in a group of kids kicking a football about, at the far end of the field. The alternative was either looking down and drawing attention to the fact that she was putting on a panty show or at her face, i which case she might get the wrong idea. urm, you've got friends, though, haven't you? he suddenly realized that he couldn't take the affirmative for granted. Urm, haven't you?
Thread: P-Please! I need this...

RE P-Please! I need this... Alan x Izzy MAY THE MOCKING BEGIN! And to believe--- just moments ago, her heart was sent soaring to new heights because she thought he was actually going to be nice. Since elementary school, she has dealt with these type of people. The ones who pretend to be friendly, and tell her that she is cool, then two seconds later double cross her by revealing that they were lying and she really was a looser. Ellie's eyes expressed this disappointment as if she were to know that he was actually just trying to be nice. Ellie had trust issues, and there was no doubt about it, but she also was an over achiever. When she wanted something, she would work to her goal, and would continue to until she conquered it. So come hell or high water, she would learn to deal with talking to men, and through this become friends with women her own age! Ellie gave a sigh, her hand falling back down to her side, pressing the tin against her nice, smooth thigh thus pinning her skirt down. It was harder than she expected it was going to be. Just from this single interaction, Ellie assumed that it would be a long winding road that she would be traveling up, rather than down as it is harder to walk up a hill! Now, just to perceiver. Step 1 admit aloud to the most popular guy in school that you are indeed friendless and rejected by the social system. Ellie furrowed her brow, and bit at her bottom lip. How to word this, 'Yeah, I'm totally friendless. So, teach me? Promise I really aren't that big of a looser, its just an exaggeration' or 'yes, I have no friends at all, and haven't bothered to done anything about it until now. Please be my friend?' or how about 'Yea bitch! I ain't got no mo' fo' friendz, I roll a-mother-lovin'-looooone!' ... No. Definitely not that. All of her experiences of being bullied and teased, even if it didn't seem like such a big deal to the kids who were doing it, all began to pile up and weigh down on Ellie as she tried speaking. Her little bottom began to shake visibly. Her legs felt like jello, her stomach felt like an alien life form was gnawing its way out, and her tongue felt it swelled to the size of a sweet potato! There was a moment of silence, before Ellie's lip began to quiver. Her large pretty blue eyes filling with tears that quickly began to stream down her face. She shook her head, trying to act like she wasn't crying, but she was! She never did anything to hurt anyone else, but they always made fun of her! She just wanted to be liked for who she was, something that everyone preaches but never acts upon! She hung her head slightly, try to cover up for the fact that she could hardly speak. She then shook her head from side to side, her voice broken up as she held back in wails of pain, I-I don't... have a-a-any friends..
Thread: P-Please! I need this...

RE P-Please! I need this... Alan x Izzy To say that Flea was shocked at Ellie's reaction was understatement indeed. The claim of being friendless, misunderstood, alone against the universe, was a common cry of the tribe known to urban anthropologists as the Emo, in fact such an affectation was almost mandatory for adopting that image. But it was usually said in a sharp, aggressive, slightly wistful way, as if neither the speaker nor their audience need take it too seriously. But looking at Ellie, he could see this was no act. These were not faked tears, and this was no romantic distress, feigned to make herself seem pale and interesting. The tears, the shaking of her body, her obvious distress and humiliation... here was real hurt, real pain. Every fiber of him yearned to say something to end her distress. But what? Obvious reactions, such as Oh, I'm sure that isn't the case, or Just be yourself and friends will come, were both banal and useless. A sterner reaction, such as telling her to pull herself together, was so alien to his nature as not to be considered. Fate had challenged him, and he feared the challenge was beyond him. There was just one chance. To forget any analysis of the situation, cease trying to think a reply. To open his mouth, let his right-brain take over, accept whatever came out and trust to inspiration, and what Chance sent. Yeah, that's the thing about jealousy, he found himself saying, listening intensely to himself, fascinated by what he might say next. It's always the pretty girls suffer most from it. Funny, hey? Every girl who isn't that good looking wants to be a fox. If only they knew the truth - the hotter the girl, the harder she finds it to make friends. No-one wants to be seen with her - 'cos they look so plain by comparison. He was babbling, and he knew it. But like Shakespeare's Scottish hero, he'd reached a stage where turning back was fraught with more peril than continuing. I mean, imagine if a girl introduced you to her crush. One look at you, and they'd lose him. Someone as drop-dead gorgeous as you - they wouldn't have a chance. Had he laid it on too thick? Much to his surprise, he realized, he wasn't actually lying. Her sweet vulnerability, her neediness and emotional frailty were doing things to him that he couldn't quite fathom. He put his arm around her, gently. I guess the only way to fix that, for a girl as pretty as you, is only hang with supermodels. And I guess no guys dare approach you - they just assume you've already got shitloads of boys fighting over you already. I reckon every straight guy that looks at you wishes they were your boyfriend. And then, his inner-mind went too far. I know I do!
Thread: P-Please! I need this...

RE P-Please! I need this... Alan x Izzy His words, though sweet, only seemed to make things worse! Oh no! Her salty tears continued to well in her eyes, before dripping down her cheek. One, wet, bulging tear at a time. They were getting everywhere! Her cheeks, her jaw, down her neck, and on the finely pressed collar of her shirt! In a desperate attempt to calm herself down, Ellie began to sniffle. Closing her eyes, she used the back of one hand to wipe her eyes, but the moment she opened them again, more tears came! H-how could anyone be jealous of her? The first time she was holding a conversation with a man, and she was crying! For God's sake, someone get her a tissue! Ellie looked up to him with her tear filled eyes, her lips trembling with nervousness. She did try her best to listen to him, but with what he was saying, and how good looking he was, it just seemed so much more unbelievable! She was about to disagree when he placed his arm about her. Her eyes opened wide as she stared forward, it was the first time a guy had put his arm around her! His large hand holding onto her small shoulder. The heat from his body warming her up through all those layers. Her face burned up into a bright red colour with all this heat. For a moment she stayed very still, but then her body began to quake! She leaned against the tree, sliding down a tad as she began to tremble all over. Her tears rolling down her cheeks. Ellie wanted to say stop it, or no, but no words were forming. All she could focus on was him, and his arm. I know I do! No. That was too much! Ellie began to cry harder once more, sobbing away this time. She couldn't bare to believe him! He was just trying to gain her trust like all the others! Dropping the tin, she used both of her hands to cover her face as she cried. He could feel her tiny frame shaking under him. In a desperate attempt to communicate Ellie's petite hand escaped her face, as she turned away from him slightly. Held in the most feminine manner, this tiny appendage lightly pressed to his chest, smearing her salty tears onto his shirt. She tried her best to push away, but that was not much of an attempt. She was a frail creature, who's strength was no match for Jarrod's. As she stood there turned away, she spoke inbetween sobs, N-Now t-t-that isn't... isn't true... P-please don't lie to me, I...I can't take it!
Thread: P-Please! I need this...

RE P-Please! I need this... Alan x Izzy Perhaps surprisingly, this was not the first time Jarrod had seen Ellie cry. The propensity of the other girls to tease and bully her - this taking the form of such cruel activities as stealing her belongings, and tossing them to each other over her head, thus forcing her to play piggy-in-the-middle, flipping up her skirt when boys walked by or simply calling her insulting and hurtful names - had occasionally reduced the unfortunate girl to tears of anger and frustration, and Jarrod had been a distant and unattached spectator to this. But those tears had been mild, and short-lived, borne of anger and mortification rather than genuine pain. These tears, he saw, were something else again. There was genuine hurt there, genuine sadness. As if the dam of her humiliation had burst at last, the floodgates open, the pain and longing gushing out in a tidal wave of melancholy. This was a girl at the very end of her rope, on the abyss. It struck him, abstractedly, that if he chose, right now, he could condemn her or save her, laugh at her and push her over the edge into total surrender to darkness or bring her back. There was no middle ground. Mock her, and confirm he'd been lying, or deny the lie. The choice was binary. And, to his credit, the cruel option, to Jarrod, was no option at all. Why would I lie? he asked. If I didn't think you were pretty, what would I gain by saying you were? Sure, these are nice cookies, but I can buy some for myself if I needed to. He rummaged in his pocket, glad, for once, that his mother insisted on his taking a clean handkerchief to school every morning. Gently, he began to wipe the worst of the tears from her cheeks, registering again how large, how blue, how seductive her eyes were, even when red-rimmed with tears. You know what I said to Froggy, the first time I saw you? I said 'shit, who's that girl - what a honey!' It's true. It wasn't, in fact, but he sensed it was what she needed to hear. In fact, he'd asked Why does everyone tease that girl, she seems quite nice, and Froggy had explained that the crueler among the girls just regarded her as a natural victim, and it was best not to interfere, or he might make things worse. But there was certainly no need to tell her that! But then, like I say, I just assumed you had a boyfriend, so I didn't say anything to you, he continued to wipe her eyes, conscious of the fact that her touch was doing things to his libido that he hadn't planned, that somehow he liked the idea of comforting her. Come on - you must know how hot you are, with those sexy eyes of yours!