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Post by xana100 on Jul 12, 2013 18:31:18 GMT -6
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Mmm, I wish they had this at the Peninsula... Inside a bakery just minutes away from the train station sat Xavier, savoring some ice cream. He sat in front of a table that faced the outside, with the only barrier between the two is a window. On his person was a hooded zipper vest, with a grey tank, ripped jeans, and sneakers. His hood was up, covering his fiery red hair. His chiseled arms were out in the open, catching the eyes of some of the female patrons, as well as a few male ones (enviously, of course).
He recently received a letter from his little sister, telling him that she would be coming to the Peninsula today. He hadn't seen her since she was 10, a tiny ball of energy that always made him feel better when he was down. Doing the math, he figured she would be around 20 years of age.
Xavier was excited and came to Victorialis City at around nine in the morning. He waited for about 30 minutes, before wandering around the city he only came to for a few business-related trips. Right now, it was around one in the afternoon, and still no sign of Elizabeth. He should've given her his cellphone number. Speaking of which, he had never really heard her voice since a year or so after he left; he only got mail and packages from her for the past nine or so years. He had asked his mother about it through the phone, but even she didn't know what it was about.
As he was about to ponder more, he noticed his ice cream was melting. He was not going to let his favorite food melt right before his eyes, so he dug in. He was too busy digging in to notice that someone came in.
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Post by motherfritters on Jul 13, 2013 21:01:08 GMT -6
Stepping down from the train, wheeled bag being dragged behind her, a young woman stretched her arms up into air and blinked blearily as she looked up the sky. The sun was just passing it's zenith, so she assumed it was probably 1 or so."Hmmn...that was longer than I thought." She murmured to herself as she looked around, it definitely wasn't what she'd been expecting. At the moment, people were bustling about doing their daily routines she supposed. Not much different from what she was used to, but the air seemed fresher here, and despite the heat...she could probably get used to it.
"Mmn...but didn't Mom say bro lived near ranches or something?" She looked around her as she walked about, dragging her bag with her, she saw no evidence of any green pastures or even barns. "Did I get off at the wrong place? Tch, typical. Maybe I should ask around...let's see- oh!" Her search was suddenly interrupted when she heard a loud growl, looking about she didn't see anything that such a sound could come from, but when she heard and felt the next growl, she quickly realized that..."I'm hungry~ Guess there's no helping it. Hey that looks promising."
With a slight skip in her step she approached and entered the little ice-cream shop. It seemed they were a bit busy today, since there was a bit of a line in front of the register. Dragging her bag at the nearest empty table by the cashier, she left it there for a moment as she walked to the back of the small line. As she was reading the overhead menu, and contemplating what to buy, she could faintly hear people whispering.
It seemed some of the inhabitants of the little shop were slightly captivated by her appearance. Well she had to admit, it wasn't exactly everyday that she decided to dress-up in cosplay like she did. On this particular day she decided to go with something simple, a white sundress that came up just above her knees, sandals, glasses, and of course a blonde wig that was braided. Actually, now that she thought about it, her little costume was quite plain, so that left only one other thing for these people to talk about...
"Dude, that chick that just came in is hot!"
'Of course.' She thought a little dejectedly. Sometimes she cursed the fact that she had inherited her mother's beautiful figure. 'I mean honestly, can't anyone at least appreciate the fact that the dress I chose complimented my skin, or that my hair was remarkably well kept in a braid? Ugh...typical peasants.' Ignoring the common folk that continued to gossip, she grew increasingly frustrated when she couldn't decide on that to order. Looking around, perhaps once of the things the people ordered would be of some interest.
'Oh! There's one!' Approaching the man, int he hood and ripped jeans, she plopped herself on the seat beside him and ever so casually leaned in and asked. "Hey, can I try that?" she questioned gesturing to the ice-cream he was currently eating. » "I wanna see you all on your knees." LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by xana100 on Jul 14, 2013 16:34:35 GMT -6
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Ice cream. The food of the Gods as far as Xavier was concerned. With one of his favorite flavors, mint chocolate chip, right in front of him, it was a surprise he took notice of the young woman behind him. The last time someone got between him and his cold treat, they got burned. He was pretty sure he scarred his little siblings since it happened right in front of their eyes, but he didn't think much about it.
He turned around, showing his facial features and a small bit of red hair, and was met by the sight of a rather beautiful woman who looked at least 5 years younger than his actual age. Normally, he'd flirt around a little bit, but the girl had the audacity to inquire if she could have some of his ice cream? He gave her a slightly strained smile with a slight glare as he answered. "Hahaha, sorry, but I don't give anybody my ice cream. Is there a reason why you've come to the Peninsula?"
As he spoke, his eyes laid upon a small strand of red hair from underneath the blond hair. He had the strangest feeling as though he knew her from somewhere, but shrugged it off; if she knew him, she'd be smart enough not to take his ice cream away from him. Speaking of, it was melting again. But, he decided to get another cup of it; he pretty much finished most of it already.
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Post by motherfritters on Jul 17, 2013 19:10:40 GMT -6
His blatant refusal made her pout, and it deepened even more as she saw his face. "Hnnn~ How unfortunate. But very well, I know when to take an order~" Her amber eyes narrowed in scrutinization, she knew this person, she was sure of that. After all, a pretty face like that couldn't possibly belong to one of these sorry peasants. However the glimpse of red gave her enough initiative, and soon enough a sly smile graced her features. However, as soon as it appeared, her features quickly turned to that of an inquiring, wide gaze and innocent smile. Wrapping her arms around the man's neck she whispered, as her face came close to mere inches from his.
"I'll be a good girl, if that's what you're into. But I can be pretty bad too~" She pecked his nose and nuzzled his cheek, but quickly released him as she took a few steps back, as he inquired about her reason for being in the peninsula. She gave the man a sour look and smirked almost condescendingly, putting hand to one hip. "And what's it to you what my business is?" Her tone turning haughty for a mere moment until she smiled slyly again. "Or are you perhaps looking for a good time?"
Reaching out she caressed his cheek, and gave it a little pinch. She harrumphed and flipped her hair as she released him and turned her back to him. "How cute. Well either way, it's not going to happen. It's a shame really...you have a such a pretty face too...but I don't consort with commoners...unless of course, they begged me to." Stepping back to the table where her bags were located, she picked them up and headed for the door, she did her part in casting the bait, now to see if the man would bite, hard if at all possible. Before she completely stepped out of the door though she turned back to the man and decided to give him a few parting words. "By the way peasant, if you ever get bored you could call me, I could get a collar with your name on it made for you~" » "I wanna see you all on your knees." LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by xana100 on Jul 18, 2013 19:09:36 GMT -6
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Xavier paid careful attention to the lady in front of him. The clothing she wore were all brand name; expensive brand name to be exact. Her bags were of the same quality as well. However, that's all he got the chance to observe before she came close and openly flirted. Normally, he'd be flirting back too, but something caught his attention. As he breathed in, he smelled a scent he didn't think he'd find anywhere near the Peninsula; it smelled frighteningly close to home. He heard some of the patrons' mixed reactions, but he paid them no mind.
What he caught next was her tone. Oh, how he hated that tone. So what if he grew up surrounded by rich snobs? It only fueled his burning hate for them. So, he took a deep breath as he tried to tune out the rest of her little speech. When it seemed like she was about to leave, he sighed in relief, only to be assaulted by her haughty attitude again.
Like his hair and his magic, his personality was pretty fiery. So, something popped inside. As soon as the door behind the woman closed, Xavier slowly got up. He bought another cup of ice cream to go, and left. He could still see Elizah, so he began to tail her a little. But, being impatient as he is (plus, his ice cream was going to melt), he called her out. "Hey! Y'think you're so high and mighty, huh? I'll show you what this 'peasant' can really do!"
So, he marched right up to Elizah, his free hand clenched tightly into a fist. As pissed as he was, he wasn't going to do any harm. When he got to her, Xavier snapped his fingers a few inches away from her face, creating an orange flame on his thumb. His piercing eyes bore straight into her soul as he pretty much growled in a low and dangerous voice. "The world's a big place, little missy. Best you don't piss of the wrong people. Good f****** day to you."
He smothered the flame in his ice cream to further prove it was real, and pretty much shoved her out of his way as he walked by, angrily enjoying his now half-liquid treat.
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