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#Post#: 155--------------------------------------------------
Re: The first move. [9/10, private.]
By: King Date: September 11, 2012, 12:03 am
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He smiles and his fades aswell. His long blond hair is shaken
out abit, his saphire necklace swaying with the motion.
"Well it makes sense. They arent real, but you still feel them.
Otherwise, Rebellion would be pretty pointless, wouldnt it?
So where you want to eat tonight, Ni?"
#Post#: 162--------------------------------------------------
Re: The first move. [9/10, private.]
By: Dominica Cruzas Date: September 11, 2012, 12:14 am
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She groaned, reaching out and nudging him. "Nuh-uh. I have to
pick every damn time! Your turn. Straight up, dollface. You pick
the eats. I'm along for the ride." She padded over to the place
that she'd set her purse and jacket, slipping the short black
leather trench on, and pulling her hair out of the collar.
"I'm not picky, you know that." She told him, belting the
trench.
#Post#: 167--------------------------------------------------
Re: The first move. [9/10, private.]
By: King Date: September 11, 2012, 12:27 am
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He laughs. "Fine, fine. Chinese sound good?" he asks, following
her and grabbing his wallet.
#Post#: 169--------------------------------------------------
Re: The first move. [9/10, private.]
By: Dominica Cruzas Date: September 11, 2012, 12:37 am
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She nodded her head, gesturing for him to lead. "Delivery or
restaurant? Either is fine by me. Fried rice. None of that white
rice bullshit if we're ordering in. There is little more boring
than white rice." Said the girl with Cajun and Spanish roots.
She didn't tolerate bland anything.
#Post#: 172--------------------------------------------------
Re: The first move. [9/10, private.]
By: King Date: September 11, 2012, 12:50 am
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"order it up then. We can hang at my place. Maybe a movie or
something?" he asked, heading to the elevator.
#Post#: 177--------------------------------------------------
Re: The first move. [9/10, private.]
By: Dominica Cruzas Date: September 11, 2012, 1:12 am
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She raised her eyebrow. Not at the hanging out and movie part.
That part was fine. "You want me to order the food? The last
time I did that, I though you were going to start smoking. I
think you might have cried. I like spicy. You don't. Still wanna
play roulette?" She asked him teasingly, pushing the button for
the elevator.
"I want an action movie tonight. Zombies?" She said, once again
standing hipshot, fingers hooked in the trench's pockets.
#Post#: 179--------------------------------------------------
Re: The first move. [9/10, private.]
By: King Date: September 11, 2012, 1:30 am
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He laughed. "well, if you order, i might get to breathe fire!
As for the movie, Zombies sounds great. Any particular movie in
mind?"
#Post#: 183--------------------------------------------------
Re: The first move. [9/10, private.]
By: Dominica Cruzas Date: September 11, 2012, 1:44 am
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She giggled slightly. "I can teach ya how to breathe fire,
dollface. Minus the crying. Next time I have a high proof
liquor, you get to see." She said.
"But all right, I'll order food. Resident Evil. Or Dawn of the
Dead. Pick one. I'll make the call." The elevator dinged, and
she entered in front of him. She watched him slide the key into
it's necessary place to make the elevator take them to his
suite.
Once out of the elevator, she pulled off the trench, slinging it
familiarly across one of the chairs. The boots follow a similar
path, but those go wherever shoes go. It was one of her oddball
things. She meandered off to make the call, leaving him to pick
the movie and set it up.
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