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Re: Aoife's Room
By: Scout Date: November 1, 2013, 4:41 pm
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Aoife slapped her palm against her forehead. What a ditz! She
forgot to tell him it was her texting. Hopefully she wouldn't
get an angry response back like that other person who texted him
during breakfast. When she got a text back and immediately
tapped an apology. "Sorry! This is Aoife. So when do you want
your hat back?" She wasn't even in his physical presence and she
felt herself getting embarrassed.
#Post#: 352439--------------------------------------------------
Re: Aoife's Room
By: Scout Date: November 2, 2013, 7:19 pm
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Right after she sent her text she grabbed her book again,
opening it to where she left off. A few minutes later her phone
beeped, signalling she received a text from Jasper. Her face
scrunched up, but she kept on reading, wanting to finish the
chapter before she put it down for now. A good ten minutes
passed before Aoife finally put her book down, and by then she
read through three chapters until she realized that Jasper
texted her. Dog-earing the page, Aoife set her book aside and
grabbed her phone, thumbs tapping across the screen. "I make no
promises. It may randomly disappear and end up in my luggage
when I get home. ;)"
She tapped 'send' and got up from her bed, setting her phone on
her bed as she left her room. It was lunch time and Aoife was
getting the munchies.
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Re: Aoife's Room
By: Scout Date: November 20, 2013, 7:16 am
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After her shower Aoife returned to her room, though not before
making a detour into the kitchen to grab a package of Oreos and
a glass of milk. Once in her room she set the cookies and milk
on the bedside table and grabbed her phone. She only shrugged at
Jasper's response, not even bothering with texting back. If she
was there at the party, she was there and would return his hat
just like he asked. Another shrug and she made her way over to
her suitcases, pulling out undergarments and slipping them on to
rid her body of the towel. Just in case she did decide to go to
the party, Aoife settled on clothes that were a bit dressy:
cropped black leggings with a long, bright blue racerback tank
top. Okay, so it wasn't that dressy, but it would do. For her
hair she decided to add a little cream that would make it glossy
and smell divine, otherwise letting it air dry. Once she was
done only twenty minutes had passed, so she clambered onto her
bed and opened the Oreos; a quick dip into the milk before she
popped it into her mouth.
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Re: Aoife's Room
By: Scout Date: December 30, 2013, 2:51 pm
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Oreo after Oreo was dipped into the milk and delicately placed
into her mouth. Well, only five, but that was a lot for her. It
was too much chocolate for her, and she wasn’t a huge fan of
chocolate to begin with. So, after her fifth Oreo, she couldn’t
find the will to keep going, and instead she closed the bag and
guzzled the last of her milk. Setting the empty glass and the
package on her bedside table, Aoife snuggled into her
comfortable bed and greedily grabbed her book.
Her eyes scanned over the pages; she saw the words, but was
unable to understand them. Something else was clouding her mind,
and she couldn’t make herself admit just what – or who – it was.
With a frustrated huff she slammed her book shut and tossed it
on the other side of her bed. Grabbing the nearest pillow Aoife
buried her face into it, a soft groan leaving her lips. After a
few moments of depriving herself of oxygen, Aoife threw the
pillow to the side, got out of bed, and clambered lazily into
her bathroom. Might as well make sure she look semi-decent
before unveiling herself to the other people. She figured the
party downstairs was somewhat started because she could hear
songs booming all the way up to her room, but it wasn’t in
full-swing yet, so there wouldn’t be a lot of people there yet.
She could go there, mingle a little bit – but most likely sit in
the corner like the socially awkward weirdo she is – and scurry
back to her room when more people arrived.
In the bathroom Aoife ran a hand through her hair, taming just
slightly, and put on a coat of mascara to make her eyes pop and
a layer of chapstick so her lips were smooth. Aoife wasn’t into
the full-face makeup look. Sure, she’d let makeup artists put it
on her for events and when she was on screen, but that was
because she wasn’t doing it herself. She had no doubt that if
she were to glam herself up; she’d look like a freak raccoon
with a mask on. So instead she stuck to the bare minimum:
mascara and chapstick. At least that, she knew she could pull
off. After making a face in the mirror at herself, Aoife left
the room and wandered her way to the game room where the party
was.
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Re: Aoife's Room
By: Renegade Date: October 7, 2014, 7:40 pm
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It was rare that Jasper missed the color that filled Aoife's
cheeks. But the positioning of her face as she examined his
head. It was fortunate for her, because he was feeling a bit
sassy. There was no guarantee she would have been free from his
taunting. More opportunities would arise though. When she walked
into the room, he stood in her doorway, watching as she went to
gather his hat. He shook his head as she apologized for her
mess. His room wasn't perfectly clean either. He was in no
position to judge. "Don't worry about it." He told her, lowering
her head so that she could put in on his head for him. "Alright
let's go!" He said, instinctively taking her hand once more, and
heading toward the front door.
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Re: Aoife's Room
By: Renegade Date: October 25, 2014, 5:11 pm
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Jasper was disappointed that the night had to come to an end. It
wasn't that he was expecting to "score" or anything like that.
He just wasn't particularly ready to say good night yet. But
once Aoife found a comfortable position on his back, he began
the short, but oh-so-long walk to her room. He didn't show much
reaction to her hand trailing over his chest. In fact, he
probably wouldn't have noticed it, if he wasn't highly conscious
of the amount of contact she willingly made with him. "I'm
afraid I'm not." He said with a smile. It wouldn't be that easy
for her.
When she offered to make him breakfast again, he thought of the
pancakes she made him that morning. They were delicious! But he
wanted something different. Didn't want to fall into a pattern
too early, after all. "How about an Omelet?" He asked as they
made it to her door. Releasing one of her legs, he opened the
door, and carried her over to her bed, where he placed her down
gently. He then bent down, and examined her ankle one final
time. He almost seemed as if he were whispering to her injury,
he examined it so closely, but then he stood up and smiled at
her, certain that she would be just fine by morning. "Sweet
Dreams, Aoife." He said. He leaned toward her, as if to kiss her
once, more, but seemingly decided against it, and guided his
lips to her forehead instead. Hopefully the transition wasn't
too obvious. With that, he offered her one final smile, before
turning for the door.
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Re: Aoife's Room
By: Marcko Date: October 25, 2014, 6:56 pm
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Her pink lips turned down into a pout. “Are you serious?" She
asked with an exasperated tone, pushing the breath dramatically
out of her lips in a sigh as her body deflated against his back
in defeat. He was always one step ahead of her; she would never
win against him! There was nothing she could use as leverage
against him whereas he is stockpiling embarrassing information
as the seconds tick by. There must be something--some weakness
she could expose in light jest like her ticklish sides.
Aoife could see it just by his body language alone. He wasn’t
ready for the night to end. The realization made her chest feel
light as if it were flying and her arms instinctively tightened
around his neck as if she were trying to give him a hug in some
form of appreciation and thanks. He may not know it, but he was
making her feel things she shouldn’t. “An omelet it is. Do you
want anything in it? Cheese, ham, onions, mushrooms?” Anything
he asked she would make. It was the least she could do, after
all he’s done for her. When they made it to her room and his
grip on her thighs relinquished, Aoife was slow to get off him.
Much like Jasper, Aoife didn’t want to leave him so soon, but
she had to stick to her rule. After settling herself onto her
bed she watched in silence as he examined her ankle, teeth
chewing on her bottom lip as she tried to conjure up
something--anything--to say to him. When he turned around to
leave she scrambled for words; eyes dashed about in search of an
idea--one last hail mary.
She found one. “Wait, Jasper!” Aoife scrambled up to her knees
and crawled to the edge of the bed as quick as she could,
reaching out just in time to grab his wrist and halt him, and
with a little tug she hopefully pulled him down onto the bed
next to her. “Your book! You’ve got to finish your book.” Once
she was sure he was staying she would crawl over to the bedside
table and grab the book he was reading the other night, offering
it out to him with a hand on his shoulder to keep his balance.
“You can’t start it and not finish it. You’ll hurt its
feelings.” Aoife shot him a goofy smile, cheeks tinted a light
pink. Maybe he wouldn’t notice that she was trying to force
herself to let him leave. But then again, hopefully he would.
Even after the rule she gave herself, letting him go was too
difficult to do.
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Re: Aoife's Room
By: Renegade Date: October 26, 2014, 12:00 am
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Jasper laughed aloud as Aoife pouted on his back. He hadn't
really been keeping a score when it came to their tuffles, but
then, maybe that was because he was so obviously winning.
"Hmm... Onions, peppers, Cheesse, and Bacon." He said, nodding
his head in satisfaction of his decision. "Oh! And some more
cheese!" Can't forget that! most important part!
Aoife's sudden outburst when he prepared to leave caught him by
surprise. Perhaps that was why she was so easily able to pull
him back onto the bed. He looked at her with inquisitive eyes,
wondering what it was she wanted to say, but when she told him
that it was the book, he smiled to himself. She didn't want him
to leave anymore than he wanted to. He looked at the woman with
warm, orangish colored eyes and smiled. "I guess I could read a
little bit. Do you want me to read to you?" He knew she was
torn, as he was. If she was commited to kicking him out, he
would leave without objection. But if she wasn't certain, he
would soak up whatever time he could get...
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Re: Aoife's Room
By: Marcko Date: October 26, 2014, 9:20 am
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Aoife nodded her head in time with each of his ingredient
additions, mouthing them to herself so she would be able to
remember them in the morning. If she got up early enough she
could surprise him with breakfast in bed! That would be a nice
thing to do, right? Aoife thought it was, and with a small smile
she sat back onto her bed, using her hand on Jasper’s shoulder
to pull him along with her.
“I would like that very much.” The voice that left her lips was
gentle as she settled herself with her back against the
headboard, urging Jasper to do the same, one pillow for each of
them should they need it. Once he was settled she handed over
the book, using her free hands to pull the blanket up over their
legs for warmth—she was getting a little cold. “Have you ever
read before? You know, to the kids?” Curiosity laced her voice
as she asked the question. “I have. Went to my school back in
Ireland and read to young kids and helped out at my old drama
teacher’s class.” Aoife let out a reminiscent sigh, closing her
eyes. “It was so much fun, especially since I got to see my
family afterwards. We’d always have a nice home cooked dinner
together, though we have to go to granddad’s because he’s too
frail to make the trip over…” Words tailed off with a quiet
exhalation of breath, the smile on her face only growing before
she realized she was rambling. “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t mean to
ramble.” Pink took over her cheeks once more, and with a shake
of her head Aoife gestured to Jasper, urging him to read. “Go
on. I’m listening.”
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Re: Aoife's Room
By: Renegade Date: October 26, 2014, 10:01 am
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Jasper allowed himself to be pulled back until his back rested
against the headboard. It seemed he had given her just the
opportunity she was looking for. He took the book, and allowed
her to cover their legs with the blanket before opening the book
to where he had left off. He then smiled, and wrapped his right
arm around her, offering a bit of his own body heat,since she
was clearly chilly.
He was just getting ready to start when she asked her question.
At first, he misinterpreted her question, thinking that she was
asking if he had ever read to his own kids; which of course, he
had none. But when she went on to explain her experience he
smiled. She was really something else. "No, I've never done
that." He said. In fact, he hadn't set foot in his elementary
school since he left it. After that she went on to explain about
her family and it's functionsShe then realized that she was
rambling and apologized, but Jasper only shook his head. "I
don't mind." He said. He scooted a tad bit closer before turning
back to the first page. He was going to read from where he left
off, until he remembered Aoife telling him that she hadn't
gotten around to reading that book yet. He didn't want to spoil
it for her, so he took to it from the beginning. He had enjoyed
it enough so far that he didn't mind. He probably could burn
through the whole thing in one night, but he had a feeling that
his companion wouldn't make it long. None the less he read
through, very eloquently, telling Aoife the story of the North
Carolina Lawyer, and the murder of his father.
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