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#Post#: 178347--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Zeramere Date: May 3, 2012, 4:16 am
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The storm stopped and the sounds of the world ceased when the
womans lips touched the corner of his own, their bodies were
close to one another he couldn’t move but his body stopped its
trembling motion but his eyes closed, his name was heard amongst
the very pitter patter of the rain Zeramere it was hard hearing
his name called so differently, so trustfully, so morally. This
woman seemed to have a different viewpoint than most of the
mortals, a male she had just met and something seemed to be
different about this.
Zeramere, I love you
The words echoed again within his head when the woman’s lips
touched the corner of his lips his body close to hers. His arms
wrapped around her waist and held the girl close to him his body
normal returning to the state from before, his lips touched hers
his eyes closed the wind blowing over them once again the rain
still pouring down upon the two of them the two of their bodies
still close together. His eyes reopened the sapphire gleam to
them seeming to stare down upon the female that was in his arms
as the kiss separated.
What was so different about this girl? Why was everything she
did exciting memories from his body and his mind?
His lips seemed to part once again and those words slipped forth
those words of wisdom that always slipped through always seemed
to slip through.
“Tell me Calli,”
He muttered the words slightly loud so she could hear them
“Why is it you stay here with me?”
#Post#: 178360--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: LacyMarie Date: May 3, 2012, 4:54 am
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Once Zeramere’s arms had encircled her waist, Cal sighed heavily
as her body relaxed considerably. When his lips connected with
hers, her arms folded around his neck so that she was able to
hold him closer. The softness of his lips was able to chase away
every other thought except him; and it was nice, even though it
did not last long enough. As the kiss ends, a faint smile
elapses over her lips, as she stares up at him. It surprised her
that he had not turned her away, however, she was still not
fully confident that he still wouldn’t. As the rain pours around
them, Cal allows her mind to wander back to past memories and
experiences. And like always, Zeramere seemed to know exactly
how to catch her off guard.
The woman in his arms flinches at the question that hangs in the
air between them. Laying her head against his chest, Cal sighs
softly as water drips off of the ends of her eyelashes. Why did
she stay with him? Blinking away the raindrops, Cal glances back
up at him and allows the honesty to flow from her lips.
“I’m not allowing this chance to slip from my grasp again,” she
explains softly, yet loud enough to be heard over the weather. A
naked pain glimmers faintly in the depths of her eyes as she
recalls her past to him. “Only once have I felt the way I do
now, with you. I ran from it and I paid for being a coward.”
Looking off into the distance, Cal struggles with herself as a
war wages in her heart.
“I know this is unexpected, Zeramere, and I am so very sorry if
I have offended you on some level. Also, I know that this is
rushed, but I care for you,” she whispers beneath her breath as
her mind ventures to another word that was better suited than
‘care’ but it was too soon for that; she had already gone too
far too fast. Though she would never admit to it, Cal was
utterly terrified as her own words taunted her.
“A touch can be much more detrimental than a storm could ever
be.”
Cal did not want to leave him, but she did not want to put him
at a disposition either. “Zeramere, if you don’t…” her voice
strays as Cal avoids making eye contact. “… you know, want this,
I understand.” At this she smiles bravely, trying to prove to
him that she would be okay.
However, her smile fades within a few seconds, as she decides to
let down the façade and then she allows her eyes to connect with
his, awaiting his answer.
#Post#: 178390--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Zeramere Date: May 3, 2012, 5:55 am
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His ears listened to her every word hanging on to every single
letter of every single word, she seemed so conflicted with
herself and it actually caused a simple smile to cross his pale
lips, her words echoing around the inside of his head. The same
words he knew she was probably thinking, A touch can be more
detrimental than even the storm
“Calli”
His eyes looked down into her beautiful dark ones before his
hands reached up and rested lightly upon her cheeks once again
his lips touching to hers again softly, for one second the
entire sounds around them faded and all seemed quiet, the calm
before the storm had seemed to start once again and this time
the calm would last.
“If I didn’t want this as much as you do I would have left
before you did get too attached, I know I can get a bit
handsomer to those that like the way I look.”
He gave a slight playful wink towards the small female returning
his hands to her sides and lifting her feet from the ground
he placed her bottom upon the edge of the balcony that they set
on his eyes shifting back towards the sky seeming to command it
to fall it again from the very sky. The sky parted and the rain
began to fall again, but for once the storm was happy not sad.
“I care for you to Calli, you have proved to me that these
mortals aren’t as dumb as I believed them to be”
His hands remained on her waist and his lips pressed to hers
again, before pulling back and speaking once again.
“You though my dear have shown me that which deserved to be
seen”
#Post#: 178623--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: LacyMarie Date: May 3, 2012, 2:16 pm
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So much untamed emotion ran through her veins as his lips gently
caressed her name. Watching his lips pull into a smile, it was a
good thing he picked her up because her legs were starting to
become shaky and unstable. When his lips grazed hers a small
smile creped along the outlining of her lips. As he stared
unwavering into her eyes and voiced that he wanted this as well,
Cal could not resist the temptation of kissing the tip of his
nose.
“I love the way you look,” Cal whispers, correcting him since
‘like’ did not seem descriptive enough.
The world around them had seemed to calm considerably as the
curtain of rain pattered down on their already soaked skins. The
heaviness of her eyelashes creates a shadow of the emeralds of
her eyes as the smile widens at his confession that he too cared
for her. Idly, the woman ran her fingertips up his neck and then
worked themselves into the blackness of his hair. It did not
seem as though Cal could get enough of this man.
“Ignorance stems usually from inexperience,” the woman softly
replies before she indulges in the gentle passion of their kiss.
Leaning her forehead against his, causing her hair to fall in a
wet curtain around them, Cal’s smile broadens. Her left palm
embraces his cheek as her lips synchronize with his once again.
When he pulls back, her lips linger in the air next to his as a
faint blush forms along her cheeks. She longed for nothing more
outside of giving him what he so desired and it greatly pleased
her that she had been able to satisfy him.
Cal responded with another kiss, this one slow and passionate.
The woman’s lips dance against his own as her tongue every now
and then skims his bottom lip. Closing her eyes, her fingers
roam his hair, wanting nothing more than to feel him. The warmth
of her breath leaks out of her lips and onto his with the scent
of peppermint. Having been to Heaven and back, she could
honestly say that there was nothing else that would ever make
her this happy.
#Post#: 179816--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: X Date: May 5, 2012, 6:11 pm
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He was looking. Looking at her in an odd sort of way. One she
could not quite read. Still reading her. Always reading her. He
obstructed her view from the Bartender, and she shook her head.
Slowly. Her lips barely open. She seemed dazed, but she was far
from such. Only cautious. This man was started to act odd. Maybe
she would stop being normal now, and do what was comfortable for
her. She never liked dealing with things in a way she did not
come out on top. No compromise. He turned nonchalantly to the
annoying man, ordering something called FireWater. Or fire
water. Was it one word? She did not object. As soon as the
liquid danced from the bottle opening, she could smell the
nostalgia. Fire Water... That was the drink...
The annoying man was to go on break? Maybe she would pretend to
use the ladies room, and finish him off? Would this one follow
her? Oh God, she hated when they followed. She hated it, and she
loved it. It was an excuse. And excuse to end them as well. She
watched the other do something weird with his drink. She picked
up her glass and brought it to her lips, just touching the
liquid to the skin. She pretended to sip, and felt a fiery burn
itch at the skin of her lips. He then leaned forward, his lips
threatening to graze her ear. Oh how she wanted to move. To
twitch or to squeeze at his throat. But she remained still, her
steady breaths the only movement, other than her slow lazy
blinking eyes. REAL JOB...
"I am not on edge. I will follow you out. I do not know what it
is you are referring to."
Her voice was calm. She would not let him know she know he knew.
She would play ignorant for as long as she could. And strike.
She sauntered behind him, and they exited just as the barkeep
returned. She smiled at him obsessively as he edged nervously
by.
#Post#: 180173--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Dems Darkfire Date: May 6, 2012, 11:16 am
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The idea clung to him, sticking to his mind like a fly to paper.
She still denied, but he knew. Seporo wasn't the easy one to
fool, and he was always sure of a face. The contour of her lips,
the definition of her chin, Even the dull glow he found just
looking into her eyes. It all told him the truth. Seporo hopped
down when she agreed to follow him, reaching around the bar to
grab the bottle of Firewater, sighing gently as she played coy
with him. "Not on edge." he smirked and walked towards where the
bartender had just exited, the office area. Seporo had a certain
sight about him, she was in range for this sight, he could feel
the vibrations of her hip movements, each sultry step clear in
his mind as if she was walking in front of him. He pushed the
office door open, turned into it and offered her first steps
into the lighted area.
She was different but so was Seporo. What she had failed to
notice was the symbols that blended so well into his crystal
emerald eyes, slowly etching their way through his iris. Seporo
wasn't as well trained as his sister, but with his eyes open, he
could hear snippets of thoughts and ideas flowing through
peoples heads. And although he had not known anything that would
prove his theory, that she was the killer from that night, He
could read some of her movements, catch a couple words that
passed through her mind once in a great while. "After you." He
chuckled, letting her walk into the room before the door snapped
closed and he walked into the room himself.
There were three desks, a bunk-bed built between two walls,
three beds high, one desk was neat and very organized while
another one was tousled with papers. The last was a smaller
desk, shrouded with stacks of books that covered almost every
side but the front. In the center of the room, there was a table
with five chairs. Seporo walked over, pulled one of the chairs
out and offered it to her as he turned on the overhead light.
He chuckled softly to himself, moving to the left of the chair
he offered her, taking a seat himself as he closed his eyes and
smiled. "So, why don't you tell me the truth."
#Post#: 215403--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: X Date: June 27, 2012, 2:46 am
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She followed the man, eagerly. She wanted to play his game. She
was excited to hear all of the things he thought he knew about
her...
The man still kept the chivalrous mask on, and he laid it on
thick as he opened the door for her. She knew this one. It was
smart of him. He could not let someone like X trail him into an
empty room. It was a pity. She knew this one could curb her
loneliness, especially with the listening silence death could
bring. The dead listened to her words with a patient ear and
bated breath. He could have been the one. But so she thought of
the last. The last was a woman. A bartender. But not as frail as
the pathetic man in this establishment...
The memories swirled into her mind without warning.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BAR, YOU FILTHY PIG." X sat silently as
the woman yelled at a man who had tried, and failed, to grab the
bartenders hand. He was so very intoxicated. His very breath
rotted as it hung in the air with each word he slurred. The fool
was so shocked. He must have had high hopes for the woman to
submit. She did not. Not even later that night when X took a
knife to her delicate... "Oh! She's feisty. I like them like
that." The man had never met a true feisty female, X could see
it in his eyes, and smell it in the sweat of his palms...
X did not even shake the memories from her head. It would have
been too much of a signal, and opening to her thoughts. Sadly,
that same fiery woman had wilted like all the rest of her
collection had. Perhaps she did not take good enough care of
them. She didn't have the time. Why didn't they understand? They
were selfish. All of them. But she still couldn't let go...
The room was small, and it held a thin facade of quaintness. She
knew what it's real purpose was for though, at least tonight.
Interrogation. She watched the mans patient footfalls on the
stale wood. Too patient to be honest. How would he kill her
then? She hoped for creativity. At least. He pulled a chair out
for her. The harsh sound of the legs against the wood caused her
to grit her teeth subtly. He timed all his actions. He paced and
planned each happening. He was careful. X did not try to hide
her eyes as they calculated his everything. They clung to his
details loudly, and obviously. It was a technique to make the
best of them nervous. She loved nerves. They flavored the ones
she desired.
"So why don't you tell me the truth."
"Which one?"
She batted her eyelashes at him, and let a buttery innocent
accent spill clumsily from her lips.
"Is it me you want?"
She then lowered her voice an octave, smoothing it to
perfection, and crossed her legs, showing off her sultry curves.
"Or me?"
It would be interesting to see how this would play out. And it
would play out. This one wasn't going anywhere without her close
behind...
#Post#: 215572--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Dems Darkfire Date: June 27, 2012, 2:06 pm
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'This chair is uncomfortable... why the fuck did mother always
pick out such shitty furniture... moreover, why did Dems keep
the shitty stuff.' He spoke his own mind inside of his head, his
lips moving slightly with the words as the heated debate about
the wooden seats continued within his mind. He had almost
forgotten she had come in here, his mind easily distracted from
one thing to the next. Something about attention deficit what
the fuck ever. He could pay attention to anything he wanted to,
as long as it truly sparked his interest in that moment. The
woman across from him had grown silent, his own mind wandering
the instant the silence took hold within the decent sized room.
Truer than himself he felt the identity of the woman before him.
She was a killer, but the real question was he afraid. His calm
eyes and soft look usually attracted much attention to himself,
he was a more than capable fighter, and he had endured more than
she had ever known. Though judging by some of the thoughts he
had picked up on, he could tell she had killed more people than
he had probably had the pleasure of being introduced to. Those
eyes, cold as the north arctic, stared at him, and his strangely
colored eyes stared back. The contact seemed dominant, the
stares being made to see which backed down first from the
contest. How would he kill her... what a thought she had. What
an idea.
The world would have a few less dead bodies to swallow into it's
earth, but it would not stem a tide of death he had felt coming
for a long time. "Hmm.. which one, which one." He never once
removed his eyes from the woman before him, his body slumping
back into the chair as the thought of how uncomfortable they
where rushed through his head once more. "You seem pretty intent
on playing games." He smiled softly, leaning forward as he
braced himself against his elbows against the table. "So... be
who you want. I know you probably have had many lives before you
decided to quit." He smirked to himself, setting his head into
his hands and watching her, his eyes never have once blinked in
these moments as he watched her.
"Why would a kid bring a seasoned killer into a back room by
himself? That would be a very silly move. What would he have to
gain from it? What would the purpose be about anything?" Seporo
shrugged, leaning back once more, sitting straight as he
laughed. "I watched you kill someone, if I wanted to end you for
any reason, I would have done it publicly. You just looked like
you didn't want to talk in public, and I didn't exactly want you
killing Old Mike out there." His reference to the bartender
standing not six feet from the office door.
#Post#: 286004--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: X Date: October 5, 2012, 9:54 pm
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X sat patiently, a brow keeping a constant arch in interest and
amusing. The man was constantly distracted. She interlaced her
long, pale fingers, almost feigning interest. Almost. The was, X
honestly was interested in what the man had to say. He certainly
went on about knowing something about her. What, that he had
seen her kill? He wouldn't be the only one to witness her old
job. But he was certainly the first to be brave enough to not
only start interaction with her after witnessing such things,
but to try to speak to her about it. Most would gladly hang
themselves before approached the shadowy omen named X.
She repositioned herself on the chair, uncrossing and recrossing
her legs, making her discomfort know to the man in front of her.
She wanted him to see that she was not content with the
establishment. In fact, she was disgusted. And her half slacked
eye lids showed it, as she bore her gaze into him with half a
care. "So, you claim to have seen me at work?" Would she tell
him that she was out of the job? No. She wanted to see how long
this would last. She wanted to know his motive. Maybe she
herself was a target, and he... well... he was poorly informed.
#Post#: 287389--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Dems Darkfire Date: October 9, 2012, 4:39 pm
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Seporo tapped the side of his head, smiling brightly as he took
a slow breath and let the air escape in a slow rush. "I may
have. But this mind is a steel trap... I've come to pride myself
on identifying people and their movements, facial features, all
those kinds of things." Turning himself to face the door, he
almost ignored the fact that she seemed very uncomfortable.
Being perceptive of the tossing and turning of the woman, his
eyes slowly diverted down towards her legs, watching them as
they twitched back and forth, his smirk rising. "Well... I
suppose you could be whoever you would like to be, miss. I was
surprised to see one woman return to the scene of her crime. I
would only guess it only takes time." Standing, Seporo slid the
chair away from the table enough for him to simply walk from the
wooden top. "I think I'll go enjoy the night. Feel free to
leave, join, kill, what ever. Just leave the bartender on his
feet. I need him."
Nodding to her with a soft smile, he opened the door to the
office, chuckling softly to himself as he picked up his bottle
from the corner of the bar, set there by Mike as he heard the
chair slide back from the table. Taking the bottle in his hand,
he just made his way from the bar, slipping into the moonlit
area as he leaped from the ground onto the roof, taking a seat
as he leaned back onto the tiles, staring off once more into the
moon.
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