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#Post#: 351267--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Scout Date: October 10, 2013, 7:01 pm
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Aoife nodded her head enthusiastically at Jasper as she placed
another forkful of stir fry into her mouth. She was definitely
glad she had gone up to the roof for some peace and quiet,
otherwise she would have never had the opportunity to meet
Jasper without the influence of others on him. He wouldn't have
even thought about talking to her if he had met the other
females in the house. And she had a feeling that this
relationship with him would be short-lived once he set eyes on
the other girls. She wasn't half as interesting and bubbly as
they were.
The expression on her face had shifted as she thought about such
things, and as Jasper spoke about knowing his ABCs she cracked
another smile, though that one didn't reach her eyes. Little
giggles left her lips, though they were half-hearted. "How are
you even an actor if you can't read your script? Surely you're a
big burden." The pink of her tongue poked out from between her
lips, fork collecting more of her stir fry and plopping it
delicately in her mouth.
Aoife chewed on her food thoughtfully as she listened to Jasper,
nodding her head to let him know she was listening. "So they
change color according to your mood?" It made her wonder what
the colors meant, having remembered of purple and red and pink,
but she decided not to ask about those. "So what are your
emotions now? Light red and light blue?" An eyebrow raised
questioningly, the smile in her face slowly lighting up her
eyes. "And that's so cool. Does it ever get old? Your eyes give
everything away."
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Renegade Date: October 11, 2013, 12:40 am
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The air in the room seemed to completely change all of a sudden.
The smile on the woman's face faded, and even her laughter
didn't seem the same. Jasper couldn't understand what had
happened in that short amount of time, but he didn't like it.
"What is it?" He asked her, the color in his eyes fading into a
midnight blue instead of the lighter shade from earlier. Her
smile wasn't real. Something had shifted her emotions very
heavily... But he would play along, in hopes that her spirits
would lift once more. "All I have to do is hear the script one
time and I can memorize it." Jasper told her. Despite all the
jokes about him being unable to read, this was indeed true. One
time was all it took for the man to memorize every line in a
script. It actually made him quite an easy cast, but could be
frustrating to his co-stars at times.
By this point, Jasper had all but finished his plate. The food
was excellent! It was definitely nice being in the presence of a
woman who could cook. The majority of the women Jasper had been
around his entire life weren't good for much at all. Spoiled
girls who couldn't cook, clean or even carry on a halfway decent
conversation! What a breath of fresh air Aoife was... She had no
idea.
Jaspers eyes floated to the ceiling for a moment before looking
back at Aoife. "Well the colors are a bit complicated, because
sometimes shades that are really close together could mean
really different things." He listened to the colors she
requested information on and nodded his head. "Blue is one of
those complicated colors because there are a million shades with
a million meanings, but that light shade of blue usually means a
calm happiness or nostalgia." He paused for a second,
contemplating whether or not to explain light red. After only a
second, however, he answered with confidence. "Light red is
indicative of attraction." He said. As he spoke, the red swirls
continued to flow, however the blue in his eyes once more
returned to a solid brown. "I guess it could." He told her. "But
I rarely let anyone know what that many colors mean." An evil
grin played on his face. That was his security blanket that kept
him protected.
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Scout Date: October 11, 2013, 3:48 pm
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Aoife’s skin prickled when he asked her what was wrong, her
cheeks heating up just slightly because her moods were easy for
him to read. With a shrug she directed her attention to her
plate, which was almost empty. An eyebrow rose and a small smile
pulled at her lips. “You are just full of surprises.” And he
was. She could tell just by his tone that he was serious about
being able to memorize the script just by reading it. Jasper was
anything but average, and it made her question why he even stuck
around her this long. It was normal for a guy like him to be the
partying type, but he was proving that stereotype wrong the
longer she was with him. Then, like a light bulb going off over
her head, she finally realized it. He was already in a
relationship! That had to be it. No normal guy would choose to
spend time with Aoife, but a guy in a relationship would because
she is about as seductive and tempting as a cup of hot chocolate
in the middle of summer – not very.
As Jasper explained the colors, Aoife nodded her head along with
him and put her last bite of food in her mouth, chewing it
thoughtfully as she took everything he said in. The explanation
of light blue was obvious and she could have figured that out
herself, but when he told her what the light read meant she
almost choked on her food.
Her eyes went wide and she coughed to stop herself from
completely choking. The heat rushed to her cheeks, for more than
one reason this time, and she couldn’t bring herself to look him
in the eyes anymore. He said that with such confidence. “Are you
sure you have your colors right?” She asked sheepishly, meeting
his eyes for only a second before quickly looking away, though
not without catching that evil grin on his face. It made her
feel… wrong that he felt like that. Especially since he was in a
relationship, or so she thought.
With one final cough Aoife moved away and grabbed their drinks,
setting one next to Jasper and keeping the other in her hand. It
was pressed to her lips and tilted back when something occurred
to her. She pulled it away from her face and gave the glass a
skeptical look. “Is there any alcohol in this?”
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Renegade Date: October 13, 2013, 2:48 pm
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It seemed Aoife may have been more like Jasper than he
originally thought. She spent a lot of time lost in her own
mind; Searching for answers to questions that were probably
easier found externally. What was she thinking about up there?
Whatever it was, it wasn't a very happy thought... As she
daydreamed, Jasper began making funny faces, wondering how long
it would take her to notice. He had finished his food well
before her, so he had to do something to keep himself
entertained. A chuckle bellowed from his throat once he
finished.
The woman's reaction to his explanation was more than
satisfying. However a bit concerning. She cleared her own throat
quickly though, leaving to reason for Jasper to rush to her
side. Brown eyes once more changed to yellow as the woman
avoided eye contact. The mixture of red and yellow swirls seemed
to give birth to a new pattern within the man's unique orbs. She
swirls all at once seemed to straighten and separate, each color
taking solid positioning, Yellow on the left half, and light red
on the right. "You're right." He started. "I've only had these
eyes for twenty five years. I could be wrong about how they
work." He smiled as he teased the woman. He considered himself
fortunate that his eyes were only capable of portraying the two
most prevalent emotions he felt at one time. It would be
horrible if they worked like a pie chart.
He looked at the glasses as Aoife brought them over. The clear
liquid within them would serve as the man's final surprise.
Aoife was about to partake of the drink when she suddenly pulled
it away, bringing surprise to the man's eyes. Her question
answered his own, however. He understood. She didn't drink,
which would explain he caution about drinking a beverage she
didn't know. "No." Jasper told her. "Actually there's nothing in
it at all." Aoife hadn't noticed that it took the man less than
ten seconds to make both the drinks earlier. But the answer to
his curious statement would only be answered once she took a
sip. The liquid in each of the glasses would respond to the
taste buds of whoever consumed it, literally becoming their
ideal drink only after touching their tongue. He smiled as he
took a sip of his own drink, which would become a nice glass of
lemonade in his mouth...
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Scout Date: October 13, 2013, 3:30 pm
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Swallowing hoarsely, still not wanting to take a drink of her
beverage until she knew what exactly was in it, Aoife gathered
up as much courage she could to glance quickly at Jasper. Before
she could look away her attention was stolen as his eyes changed
for the umpteenth time that night. It was an amazing and
beautiful thing to watch. This time seemed more special than the
last as instead of just a color change, the pattern also
changed. She’d only ever seen one solid color or two colors
swirled together, and she was delighted to see two colors split
his iris in half as if two armies going to war. His teasing
caught her off guard, but she gushed out laughter anyways.
“All I’m saying is that instead of attraction, the light red
could mean warmth?” It was phrased as more of a question, and
even ended with her tilting her head to the side again. “Red
makes me think of fire, and fire is warm – er, well hot. But a
light red is more warm. So maybe you’re warm to see me?” Brows
furrowed together this time, heat rising to her cheeks. “Okay,
that sounds a little bad. But I think what I’m getting at is,”
She began, giving him a pointed look, “you can’t be attracted to
me. It’s impossible.” Her face became a blank canvas and an
artist painted a smirk on her lips and an arched brow to
challenge him. “I mean, it’s been clinically proven. Maybe
you’re coming down with a fever.” The sarcastic look morphed
into one of fake worry as she pressed the back of her hand
against his forehead like a mother would do to feel the
temperature of their child.
The hand on his forehead traveled down until her palm rested
against the back of his neck, something her mother had done
whenever she felt for fevers on Aoife. Her fingers inched
further down, stopping just under the neckline of his shirt to
massage the warm muscles with her cool appendages. When she
realized what she was doing she quickly removed her hand from
his being, eyes widened and tinted with green confusion. What
did I just do?
Her head reeled with questions, searching for answers to her
actions when Jasper explained the drink. Nothing? Yeah right?
She would’ve replied with some sarcastic remark if she wasn’t
thoroughly embarrassed with herself. Instead she tipped the
glass back, not really caring if it was alcohol or not because,
quite frankly, she could use a drink. To her surprise it wasn’t
alcohol that hit her taste buds, instead it tasted exactly like
the lemonade her grandmother made when she was little. The
flavor instantly calmed her nerves, and before she parted with
the glass she took one more big gulp, savoring the taste for as
long as she could. Her throat rumbled as she let out a sound of
satisfaction, eyes closing as she took a few moments to collect
herself before opening them and beaming a smile at Jasper.
“Lemonade. Reminds me of home..”
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Renegade Date: October 13, 2013, 5:55 pm
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Jasper couldn't help but laugh quietly in response to Aoife's
question. "There -is- a color that represent's a type of inner
warmth..." He told her. "And Ironically enough, it is a
red-orange color." His eyes drifted shut, but somehow, a serene
smile could still be seen through them. "Fire is red, as you
say. but it's a bright, energetic red, not like this light shade
that you see now.." He looked down at his empty plate. "Did you
know that I always know what colors my eyes are showing? Seeing
the world through my eyes is like looking through a camera
filter. I always see in the color and tint that they appear to
others."
And then the woman made her "point." She believed that he
couldn't be attracted to her. Why was that? Did she believe
herself unattractive? Did she believe it was something about
him? It didn't make sense. He was about to respond when the
woman moved closer to check his temperature, which she would
undoubtedly find to be normal. But when her hand came into
contact with his skin, something would shift. It was slight,
possibly unnoticeable, but the colors which were completely
balanced, would fall out of that balance, the red color in the
right side of each iris began slowly pushing toward the left, as
if to overtake the yellow color. The further her hand traveled
down, the more dominant the red color became, until they
completely overtook the yellow, and possibly for the first time
since his arrival, appeared all in one shade. As he looked into
the woman's eyes, there was no longer a smile present. His
expression had been replaced by something different. Longing,
perhaps? It would appear so, as the man leaned forward, and
gently pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was simple. He
made no attempt to accelerate into what some called a "French
Kiss," but his lips were warm and soft. After moments that
seemed like eternities, he retracted and looked at the woman
once more, the shade in his eyes brightening slightly. "You're
wrong, you know..."
She was wrong. Aoife underestimated herself. She was beautiful,
focused, funny, and damn was she talented! What man wouldn't be
attracted to her? It was definitely true. There was something
different about this one. But then.... Jasper closed his eyes
and took a deep breath. It was several moments before he opened
them again, giving the woman time to retreat to her drink. When
he opened his eyes, they were silver. As if he had taken that
moment to hit a "reset" button. "Yours is lemonade too, eh?" he
asked, making it apparent that he didn't know what her drink
would be. Jasper's only real "power" was something that was hard
to describe. He couldn't use it for battle, like many of his
housemates. But he could use it to make life a bit easier... He
looked at the woman with a calm smile, bits of pink returning
his eyes in tiny dots...
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Scout Date: October 13, 2013, 7:21 pm
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Tingles bloomed across her skin when she touched him, causing
goose bumps to prickle on her arms. The green of her eyes looked
up into his, watching innocently as the battle in his eyes
continued; the yellow slowly surrendering to the might red. Now
that she knew what the red meant she knew what he was feeling,
and somehow she felt the same thing. The attraction she felt
caused her to move her body closer to his until her chest was
just barely touching his. The award-winning smile that lit up
his face was slowly vanishing, shaping into one of longing.
Aoife felt the same way, yet she didn’t know why. Their
relationship – or whatever it could be called – was still new,
such mature things shouldn’t be felt when whatever they had was
so young. But whatever it was, was strong enough for her to feel
it too. To, when he slowly leaned in to her, make her close to
the distance between them.
Her lips reciprocated the longing she had seen in his eyes; but
she did nothing else despite the stirrings inside her telling
her to trace his soft lips with her tongue and to nibble lightly
on her tongue, even to let her hands wander selfishly over the
toned muscles of her body. No, instead she kept her one hand on
the back of her neck and her lips pressed oh so innocently
against his. It was all she could allow herself to do for her
mind was screaming for her to push him away.
Her mind told her that that this would only be a fling – if it
even advanced that far. Once the show ended everyone would go
their separate directions. All relationships formed would
disintegrate and they would all forget about each other. But
that strange feeling inside her reassured her that it would be
alright, that she wouldn’t get hurt. Going against her better
judgment, she would listen to that voice and allow herself a
little indulgence. When Jasper finally pulled away Aoife took a
few steps back to lean her hip against the counter with her
drink in hand. He didn’t need to tell her what he said next
because she already knew. The kiss, yet so simple and sweet, was
intense enough to get his point across.
Aoife looked over the sharp planes of his face while his eyes
were closed, taking in the slight shadow of stubble across his
jaw and the perfectly messy hair on his head. Everything about
him drew her in, yet she remained rooted in her spot, her
fingers curling tighter around the glass as she fought off the
urge to run her fingers through his hair and brush her lips
across his rough jaw. Instead she took another drink from her
glass, using the lemonade tang to put out the fire that was
starting in her belly. Her eyes looked away from his enticing
orbs, which were now sporting a silver color, and focused on
their dishes. Might as well distract herself from him for the
time being.
With her teeth holding onto her bottom lip, Aoife placed her cup
down on the counter and busied herself with collecting their
dishes. She deposited them into the sink before cleaning what
was left in the pan into the garbage. Normally she would put
leftovers in a container to eat later, but she figured if she
didn’t have to buy the groceries she could waste a little. The
distraction did little to take her mind from the man before her
and she felt the air thicken with tension, the atmosphere turn
serious. “Let’s do something fun.”
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Renegade Date: October 14, 2013, 12:50 pm
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To be honest, Jasper hadn't been sure that Aoife would return
his kiss. Her feelings toward him were a bit more ambiguous than
his own. Jasper had inherited his charm from his father, who had
taught him to be open about what he felt and what he wanted. Of
course, it wasn't like he had much choice in the matter, having
mood rings for eyes... The air had certainly gotten thick after
the kiss though... Jasper found it hard to breath as Aoife took
it upon herself to clean up their mess. It would seem she felt
it too, as she suggested they find a new activity to partake in.
"Something fun eh?" He stroked his chin as if thinking
incredibly deeply on a philosophical question that could decide
the future of the world. "How about those reading lessons you
were telling me about?" He grinned as he thought about the
running joke the two had had earlier. "In fact, I just brought a
new novel. Haven't even started yet. You could help me!"
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Scout Date: October 14, 2013, 7:07 pm
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Aoife watched him with amusement alight in her eyes. "A reading
lesson, hm?" A small smile cracked her almost stoic expression
when he grinned, but she eyed him skeptically. "Picture books
don't count as novels," She said with a giggle in her voice. She
liked just how easy it was for a conversation to flow between
them. Normally Aoife was extremely awkward and shy, and would
stumble over her words like a little school girl. There was
something about Jasper that made those things easier for her,
granted every other girl who talked to him would be either
nervous or extremely flirty when talking to him. It was hard not
to when he was that good looking. Add his good looks with his
great personality and you have the perfect man.
"If you really don't have a book, I have plenty to spare."
Aoife, however, didn't mention that one of her suitcases were
packed with only books while the other was packed with her
clothes. She didn't bother bringing more than two pairs of shoes
and the only makeup she wore was put on solely by makeup artists
for movies, so her last bag was packed with any other
necessities she would need for the year long stay in the house.
"So," She began, focusing her eyes back on Jasper. "Your room or
mine?"
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Renegade Date: October 15, 2013, 1:14 am
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Aoife never missed an opportunity to tease and pick at the man.
It wasn't something he minded though; it added to her charm.
"Aww, but the pictures are so pretty!" he whined in objection.
He truly had picked up a book while in the airport, but he
honestly had no idea what the book was about. He simply liked
the cover and decided it would give him something to do during
his flight. He hadn't expected the conditions to be so awful, so
he never even cracked it. But the question came and he had to
make his decision. "Well, since you're the one with your own
private library, your place is fine." He told her. "Have any
good mysteries?" Jasper loved a good mystery. Despite his
stellar memory, he was never able to solve it before the ending,
but that didn't stop him from trying. He pushed in the seats and
headed for the door, awaiting his companion before turning off
the kitchen light and heading down the hall toward their
destination.
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