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Post by fluff on Feb 13, 2012 2:29:54 GMT
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He came to a stop at a lone bench. He stepped from the hover-board and set it beside the bench and he removed his red tinted goggles so they rested against his chest. His red eyes adjusted to the difference in coloring quickly. He shook his head as if he had been wearing a hat. His hair was completely black as it normal would be. He planned on putting the red tips on again after this little date.
Rollo didn't really care who his match up was. He would have fun with the girl then head on his way. He just hoped it wasn't a fan girl type.
Rollo took the guitar from his back and sat down on the bench. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out the little envelope that had been delivered to him with his code and meeting place. It might be hard to find the person with the other code in such a popular couple spot but he wasn't gonna go from single girl to single girl looking for the girl who got the code Flowers4u.
Instead, he would play a bit of guitar until the girl found him or gave up entirely. With his guitar resting on his knee he tapped his foot as he fought for a song to play. He felt that it was a night for a nice melody and a less than harsh sound. It was couples meeting time so he should probably play something mellow? He started tapping his foot. He started off in a little hum before a dong finally came to him.
He tried to think of a good song but he really couldn't think of a good love song he liked to sing. He decided to change it up a bit. He began strumming his guitar strings. The song was gentle, a couple turned when he started playing but he paid them no mind.
"It's not a silly little moment,
It's not the storm before the calm.
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we've been working on.
Can't seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms.
Nobody's gonna come and save you,
We pulled too many false alarms."
His voice was gentle and made the song seem more like a love song then what it really was, a song of disaster. He knew that but it was the best that he could come up with. He wasn't good at coming up with good songs to fit any given moment.
"We're going down,
And you can see it too.
We're going down,
And you know that we're doomed.
My dear,
We're slow dancing in a burning room.
I was the one you always dreamed of,
You were the one I tried to draw.
How dare you say it's nothing to me?
Baby, you're the only light I ever saw.
I'll make the most of all the sadness,
You'll be a bitch because you can.
You try to hit me just to hurt me
So you leave me feeling dirty
Because you can't understand."
At this point he looked up to find a few were close enough to hear his song but not become a crowd. Only a few loners stood close enough for him to see their features. He wondered if one was his partner in crime for the day. He wasn't about to stop and ask. He always finished the song he started.
"We're going down,
And you can see it too.
We're going down,
And you know that we're doomed.
My dear,
We're slow dancing in a burning room.
Go cry about it - why don't you?
Go cry about it - why don't you?
Go cry about it - why don't you?
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room, burning room, burning room, burning room, burning room.
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?"
He ended the song and laid back. One person clapped, and the others stood as if expecting him to sing another one. He put his guitar to the side, as if hinting that that was all he was giving. One girl came up and asked him if he was Rollo. He smiled to be nice before saying, "Yeah, but I'm not here for fans. Unless you're the one with my code then I don't have time for you."
He didn't want to be harsh but it was the only way to get someone to back off. The girl looked a bit shocked at his words. "M-my code is LoveyDoveyChocolate." He gave a bigger smile. "Sorry that isn't mine."
The girl looked defeated but went on her way. He actually felt bad but she would find her partner eventually. The others stood around awkwardly, as if too scared to go up to him and ask him what his code was. If his match was as meek as these then it would be a dull evening. Not to say that he wasn't going to go out of his way to make the person at least a little happy.[/style]
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Post by Bella Setos on Feb 13, 2012 5:17:23 GMT
Bella was going to be in trouble! Or, at least that was running through her head. She really had no idea how her family would react to her sneaking out. It was the first time she had done something like this, though her siblings did it all the time. She was the youngest, and the runt of the family. The last to start blooming. She just hoped she didn't accidentally cause trouble for her family, that wasn't at all what she wanted. When she got the valentine she just decided it was time she just did something. A crazy teenage impulse... Exactly what her father didn't need to worry about at the moment. Oh, Bella was so very torn about this!She never told anyone when she snuck out. However she was incredibly nervous someone was following... She could just imagine people hiding in the shadows ready to snatch her! Bella's heart was racing as she snuck in from the woods into the city. The city. Not where a rebel werewolf belonged at all. Especially not a rebel werewolf like Bella, who was supposedly important. No, she wasn't of any use to anybody. She was simply the daughter of the werewolves' leader. The daughter of such important person should be acting responsibly, not sneaking out at night to meet a valentine...
Finally she got into the park. It wasn't far from the city limits so she didn't have to walk too far. She was quite tired though, it was a long trip from her little home to the city. Especially when you had to walk the whole way. When she got there she was overwhelmed by all the scents. Her nose picked up on so many couples! How could she ever meet her valentine here? Bella sighed... This was going to be harder then she thought, and possibly a complete waste of time. She walked around, carrying a bouquet. When she found out her code was flowers4u she assumed it meant she needed to bring flowers. So she held a dozen flowers, wile red and white picked out in the woods. They were still pretty fresh actually, and smelled of the outside world. Not like those city bred flowers that they sold in stores.
The girl was walking around, sporting a head of short blond hair with a red and blue butterfly bow in it, when she picked up on a sound. She dug her free hand in the pocket of her light-weight black jacket, hoping it wasn't just in her head. She didn't recognize the voice or song, not at all. She was hoping it wasn't just some hallucination caused by her schizophrenia, she quickly glanced around nervously. She half expected to see giant purple kittens. The things only she saw... She kept walking, a black skirt with ruffles brushing against her thighs. As she continued to walk, the sound of music got increasingly louder.
She peered around a tree, and spotted a male with a guitar. There were others watching him. She listened carefully, her werewolf hearing picking up every syllable. What a funny conversation, she thought. Obviously she didn't know who Rollo was, though these seemed to be possible fans. Bella didn't have much time for admiring teen idols between worrying about her family and the war none of these humans had any idea about... She heard him say that he didn't have the same code as that girl. She seemed disappointed...
Bella realized that she should be going around and asking single people about their code. She was suddenly a little scared. What if I run into a creeper?! She took a deep breath, trying to soothe her fears. You can do this Bella, be brave like Daddy! She told herself. It was a bit childish yes, but her father was her hero. She decided that if she had to start on this goose hunt, she would start here. She wouldn't bother asking any girls, since she figured Classified Cupid would have enough sense not to pair her with another girl. Bella was heterosexual after all...
So she would start with the first guy she saw. It probably wasn't her valentine, it would be incredible luck if it was, and she wasn't the most optimistic person on earth. She tried to be, but she wasn't. She waited a moment longer, then came out from behind the tree. She would appear as a young lady, black skirt, black baggy coat, and a long sleeved aqua green shirt with a warm black vest on top of it. She would definitely be toasty tonight, helpful since it would probably be a cold walk home for her. To compensate for wearing just a skirt she had worn thigh high socks with a black and green pattern to match her shirt. She walked slowly, carefully towards her target.
She put on her friendly smile, her cheeks already rosy since this whole asking guys questions about love codes was quite embarrassing. she clutched the bouquet to her chest, keeping it safe for whoever it would go to. She walked up to the male, realizing that he was a bit older then her... Oh well, she had made it this far. "Excuse me mister; Would your love code happen to be Flowers4u?" Her voice was feminine and sweet, sounding like a bell. It really suited her. She moved her hands to make the flowers more visible, not that she could ever hide all of them with her small hands. It was her little offering to whoever happened to be her date for the evening.
notes | uhm I didn't really pay attention to the time and just happened to write as if it were evening time. I hope that's fine? Anywho, I thought I would include this picture of what she is wearing ^^ |
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Post by fluff on Feb 15, 2012 3:05:15 GMT
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[STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] STAND BESIDE OR STEP ASIDE [/style] [STYLE=border-right: 20px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #000000;] As the girl he just rejected walked away, his nose picked up on a strong scent. He felt that he knew what the scent meant but it was blocked by the overwhelming smell of flowers, and not the flowers grown to be cut and sold in the city. Their scent was of the woods. Someone had gone into dangerous territory just for some flowers.
He searched for anyone holding flowers, when a movement caught his eye. A girl with blonde hair was watching him and the small crowd from behind a tree. The flower scent seemed to be coming from that direction. He didn't call attention to the fact that he had sensed the girl, instead looking towards the next person who asked if their code was the same. He shook his head as a sign of no while mentally keeping an ear out for the female with flowers.
When he heard the ruffling of flowers and movement, he glanced towards her. Her scent intensified as she drew closer. It hit him what the scent was. This was a werewolf, like himself. With flowers. She couldn't be? If that was the case his luck was something to recon with.
She was cute, in his opinion, but he could tell by looking at her that she was not that old. Or at least, not in terms of a werewolf. He'd probably lived a lot longer than she had. Not that he was about to point that out.
She looked generally embarrassed as she advanced. Rollo made no attempts at hiding that he was watching her, the others standing there backed off a bit. It was as if they could tell that Rollo wasn't interested in them, even if they happened to have his code.
"Excuse me mister; Would your love code happen to be Flowers4u?"
Her voice was very pleasant to the ears. He wondered what her other form looked like. He hadn't been around another werewolf since his father. Seeing another now was unexpected. The fact that she had said his code didn't hit him until a few seconds after.
"Oh, yeah. That's mine. I take it that Flowers4u is your code as well?" He wondered if she could tell he was a werewolf yet. If she hadn't already. Her scent was mixed with the woods, he probably smelt of city decay. If he had known his partner would have a nose that may be as sensitive as his own he would have prepared in advance.
He stood up with a smile on his face, and one hand in his pocket. The other was offered as either a handshake or as a means of relieving her of the bouquet she held in her hands. "My name is Rollo Alhrik. And what might your name be?" His grin would have been considered all wolf, if one really knew what he was.
The fact that his partner for the evening was a werewolf like himself didn't faze him. Although, he was pretty sure nothing romantic would come of this, hanging out with another of his kind for a day sounded pleasant enough.
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Post by Bella Setos on Feb 15, 2012 14:38:21 GMT
Bella approached, and as she got a bit closer she was able to separate all the smells in her nostrils. So many humans! It had been a while since she had been around so many. Then she realized the male she was approaching had a different scent. He answered her, asking if she had that code. Bella started, "Yes." She was a bit caught off guard, since for a moment she had been pondering that he was a werewolf. That made her nervous... She had only been around her own pack for some time now, and any other werewolves she ran into... Well they had all been trouble. She would need to be a bit careful..? Bella was unsure of this now. He didn't smell of the woods at all, not like herself and her pack. Instead he smelled like the city, not like any turics she had met. All the turics smelled of chemicals and blood...
She watched him as he stood up with a smile. She found herself smiling back, since she tended to do that a lot. She reached out and took his hand. Shaking it but not squeezing very hard or anything. Bella would have small, soft hands. All of her was small though, so it wouldn't be a surprise that her hands were. She was definitely a runt for a werewolf... Only maybe five-four...
The male werewolf introduced himself as Rollo Alhrik. She didn't recognize that name at all, maybe she should have, but she didn't. It might be a mutual feeling though, since he was living here in the city. Any rebel or turic would know who she was. Most definitely a turic would know her name. The daughter of a rebel leader, and definite bait if captured. She wasn't really sure if it was a good idea to give her full name, but she did it anyways. "I'm Bella Setos." The Setos high alpha had been overthrown thirteen or fourteen years ago now. Unfairly, yes, but all the same overthrown.
She still held the flowers in her hand that hadn't shook his hand. The girl held them out, "I brought you some flowers. I didn't know what kind you like, since I didn't know who I would be with. I hope they're all right." Bella sounded a bit nervous. Being nervous was something she tended to do a lot. She waited a moment, glancing around at the park full of people. "I'm sorry if I act funny. I'm not used to this place." She said this quietly, as to not alarm anyone. A werewolf would understand what she meant. Or at least she hoped they would. Bella wasn't used to the idea that werewolves could live peacefully in a city like this. It felt especially strange, since the last time she was here... It had been with her twin brother. She tried not to think about that though, since those thoughts were sad ones. She was supposed to be having fun, not acting fidgety and nervous. Wasn't having fun what Cupid had meant for her this evening? She had faith that Cupid would be nice to her, and that she would have a good time. Bell hadn't actually thought about this too hard, and even though she did realize this was some sort of blind date, she hadn't thought about what happens after it. She still wasn't thinking about that...
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Post by fluff on Feb 15, 2012 19:18:19 GMT
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Though Rollo seriously doubted he would care what boundaries they put up in social interaction.
"I'm Bella Setos."
That caught his attention. The name Setos was very familiar but he couldn't be sure where. Maybe his father had mentioned them? Or maybe that had been the name of his previous packs leader? It wasn't like he could go and ask him at the moment but it was the closest pack so it made sense.
He turned his head slightly to one side with a curious look. "Setos huh?" His curious look became a friendly smile. "Well, nice to meet you Bella Setos."
If his father had been from the previous Setos pack then she wouldn't know. His father had probably been born way before her time and disappeared before she was born. Judging from her size anyway.
"I brought you some flowers. I didn't know what kind you like, since I didn't know who I would be with. I hope they're all right."
He was a bit unsure about that. Wasn't it a guy's duty to bring the girl flowers? He had thought about bringing some but figured he had better not. Regardless of how awkward he felt taking them, he accepted the bouquet. Bella was obviously nervous about him. Mostly likely because he was a city werewolf. Not to mention close to the Rose Academy. For all she knew, he could be one of the traitors that protected and hid the horrors under that roof. Even being hinted at such an occupation made his blood boil. He would never protect those monsters.
"I'm sorry if I act funny. I'm not used to this place."
He gave her another curious look before looking away and running a hand through his jet black hair while he held the flowers in the other. His red eyes went from Bella to the others that had drifted off in the other directions either to be alone with their partners or to find theirs.
"It's fine. Anyone would be acting funny under this kind of situation." He said this as to mean something different if someone were to over hear. A passerby would assume he was talking about Cupid's Intervention but to someone like Bella, another meaning was passed entirely.
He motioned towards the bench seat and sat down where he had sat before, with his guitar and hover-board at his side and the flowers resting on his lap. He waited for her to sit before he spoke again.
"Oh, and thanks for the flowers. Though I guess I should have been the one to bring some to you. Then again, wild flowers smell sweeter than city flowers..." He fell silent for a second before adding, "So, what would you like to do?"
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Post by Bella Setos on Feb 16, 2012 3:19:26 GMT
Bella waited for his reaction to hearing her name. Well, he seemed a bit curious at first, as if he recognized it a little bit. He didn't comment on it much, just reaffirming out loud that she was a member of the Setos family. She nodded, and saw that he was now smiling. That made her feel a little bit better. Bella started to smile to, it was simply what she tended to do after all. He said that it was nice to meet her, and she said with a smile, "You too." Bella would go on to talk about the flowers she brought, and how she was a bit nervous.
Her little comments received responses from her partner. She was happy he accepted them, not really thinking too hard about it. Maybe if she wasn't so nervous she would realize it was funny for a girl to give a guy flowers. Blond moment. Anywho, he seemed to give her another curious look as she said she was nervous. He said it was okay though, and she took it that he meant that anyone in her shoes might feel that way. She wondered if her sister would feel this way... Bella's siblings all seemed to be so outgoing and amazing. She just hoped she didn't cause people trouble, since she had always had the idea in her head that she was simply trouble for her whole family. Again, maybe if her siblings had been in her shoes they would understand why she got that idea. What a complicated mess... Again, Bella would have to stay out of those thoughts. It was like her head was a maze, and every time she started wandering off she hit a dead end. It was best to not wander in thought, and end up lost in a maze.
Bella saw that he motioned towards the bench, and followed him over to sit on it. Once they were both seated he would start talking. Bella looked at him with a smile as he thanked her. She also heard him ask what she wanted to do... Usually it was someone back at home asking her what she wanted to do. Usually, she just wanted to go play at the beach. The beach was her favorite place to be, there was water to splash around in when it was warm enough and sand to build sand castles. There was also the pretty cave filled with shiny gems to explore in at night when the moon lit the cavern up. Or maybe she would want to go in the woods for a picnic. She was a rather simple girl, it didn't take that much to please her. She was in the city now though, and she had no idea what they had to do here. She thought for a moment...
Bella began thinking to hard. She stumbled upon the idea that she should do what people do on dates. The girl had no idea what people did on dates, since this was her first official one. She had been alone with a boy she liked before... but that was just her hanging out with a boy she had a crush on as a friend. Plus, she sort of scared her crush. She still felt bad for making him cry because she was a scary werewolf. It wasn't like she could help being a werewolf, and for a werewolf she really wans't that scary. However, he was pretty much human, even if the SRA had turned his body into a monster, he still thought like a human. She hoped she didn't manage to find some way to scare Rollo...
"What do people do on dates? Uhh... I've never really been on one before..." She turned a little pink. Admitting that this was her first date was making her feel like a baby. She never would have thought that dates were so... awkward? Or was it just her making this awkward? Maybe if she weren't such a baby this would be easier? Bella looked at Rollo, hoping he would at least know what to do. He was probably a whole lot older then she was, and would know his way around this place. She just hoped her siblings weren't here in the city as well. If her family found out she ran out of the woods to the city to go on a silly date... Oh boy, that was a nervous-making thought. Her brother and father were classically over-protective, and her sister would bug her to spill every detail. That was no good... Bella's head was starting to spin as she got lost in her little maze, but she just looked shy, nervous, and well hopeful. Her smile was framed by blushing cheeks, and her blue eyes were set on Rollo, and all of this was framed by her blond hair. She looked as innocent and delicate as the butterfly that decorate her hair.
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Post by fluff on Feb 23, 2012 5:25:44 GMT
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It was also obvious from her question about what is done on dates that she wasn't used to that little social interaction either. He cleared his throat as he thought of some things he had taken girls to before. Shopping? Eating at a restaurant? There was a lot they could do. He wondered if she liked karaoke and decided he would just ask which of the options he could think of sounded fun.
"There's a lot we can do." Rollo looked towards where his hoverboard leaned on the bench beside him. "I could teach you how to hoverboard." He pointed towards the skate-board shaped board then continued to think of other possibilities. "Or we could go see a movie, or eat at a restaurant, or go shopping. I could show you around the city too. If you like singing we could go to karaoke. There's a lot of options."
He gave her his winning smile that he used when he was on stage, or when he was in an interview. He gave her a little wink though, a small way to flirt with his cute date.
"So what sounds good to you Bella? If you're worried about money, there is no need because I gotta repay you for the flowers anyway."
He moved the flowers slightly so they rustled. He could already smell their scent on him. It was a bit more feminine then he wanted to smell but it was pleasant and not over powering. He watched as another couple walked by hand in hand.
It was amazing how fate could step in so smoothly and bring you your soulmate like that. He instinctively moved his free hand to the chain around his neck where his mothers ring lay against his chest. The metal was warm from his own body temperature. He could still remember his mother's sweet smile and her wish for him to be happy. That woman was too sweet and kind to be a human. He always viewed her more like an angel. He missed her a lot but she was at peace, or at least Rollo hoped that was the case.
He looked towards his companion as wondering what she would decide. He admired her innocent and cute outfit. He wondered if he looked a bit out of place sitting next to the smaller and fragile looking girl. He usually liked the innocent girls, they were usually the only ones that could make him feel nervous and uncomfortable. He was looking for someone who could make him completely nervous and for them to care about things more then he did. Someone he could argue with on occasion but still have fun and grow with. Rollo wondered if that was possible.[/style]
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Post by Bella Setos on Feb 27, 2012 3:42:30 GMT
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And though my love is true
The moment Bella heard the word hoverboard she tensed up. She was terrified of flying, she wanted nothing to do with that. Her eyes followed his gesture to the machine of terror. Bella looked worried as she looked at it. Then she was relieved as she heard him start giving her other options. She liked the last option the most. She smiled at him, turning a little bit pink since she didn't know if she was that good of a singer. She sometimes did sing with her aunt to the horses, but horses weren't exactly the kind of audience that complained. He also comforted her by saying money wasn't an issue. His warm smile and wink made her smile sheepishly. "Uhh. I like singing, I'd like to do karaoke."
He moved the rustling flowers. She loved their smell, it was so natrual compared to the smells in the city. She was already catching the smell of polluting fumes and other city smells on the wind. It was something she really wasn't used to. In fact, this whole situation was new, exciting, and yes a bit scary. "Is karaoke popular int he city? I've only heard about it from my siblings..." She smiled sheepishly again. Bella was a greenhorn when it came to all this. At least she wasn't trying to play tough and know-it-all like her sister surely would have. Her siblings all seemed so fearless...
Bella had noticed that Rollo touched a ring that was placed on a necklace around his neck. She wondered who it was from, or where he got it. It was probably very important to him, since he was wearing it as a necklace. That ring was probably he liked to keep close. She had a similar item. A golden locket was on her neck, she had almost forgotten since she wore it all the time. It had a special contraption that changed the length of the chain so she could still wear it when she transformed into a werewolf. Inside the locket was two pictures. One of her mother and one of her father, and older brothers. Of course, her oldest brother was much younger in this picture, and Bella and her older twin brother were just babies being cradled in their father's arms. Bella's mother was gorgeous, she had crystal blue eyes and long red waves of hair that flamed her face. The mother was in a picture by herself, and she seemed quite happy. In the other picture her father was extremely tall and very masculine, but he seemed sort of goth. Her father also had blue eyes, but his hair and clothes were all black. He seemed like a shadow compared to his bright wife. The babies were both blond and looked just about identical, though they weren't. Her older brother was quite adorable with black curls framing his face and a cold expression. The picture didn't show her two sisters, since they had been adopted after these pictures had been taken. Bella's mother wasn't in the family picture because she had died just after Bella and her twin had been born. Bella cherished this locket because it was the only piece of her mother she was allowed to keep just for herself.
Bella assumed they would have to walk somewhere, and standing up made her feel less jittery, and so she did. She smiled at him, and noticed her breath fogging up the air. "Karaoke places are indoors right?" she asked. She had never been to them before. Her chiming voice sounded a bit worried. Bella was hoping she didn't annoy him with all her questions. Most people were capable of making Bella nervous. It really didn't matter what kind of person they were.
Hey I'm just scared
That we may fall through
NOTES | I apologize for keeping you waiting!
WORD COUNT | unknown
CREDIT | OREOMONSTER
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Post by fluff on Feb 28, 2012 4:45:30 GMT
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[STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] STAND BESIDE OR STEP ASIDE [/style] [STYLE=border-right: 20px solid #9E0902; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #000000;]Her obvious fright about the hover-boarding idea almost made him laugh but instead he gave a grin. When he had first taken up the hover-board he had had a similar reaction. Being a werewolf meant you generally felt most at home with both feet (or in some cases four) on the ground. Flying wasn't something werewolves were known for. He had taken it up after being bugged multiple times by a band mate to give it a try. He had been hooked ever since. He figured even his wolf liked the feel of the wind without having to run to get it. Though nothing could beat the feeling of running with the wind rushing past and smells coming at you and everything blurring into less distinct shapes.
Regardless, it seemed whatever they decided to do, they would be walking there.
When she brightened and even blushed a bit, he figured she had liked something he said, so he waited for her to tell him which had caught her attention. He hoped whatever it was, it would be fun for him too.
"Uhh. I like singing, I'd like to do karaoke."
His smile widened at her choice. Singing was something he enjoyed doing no matter the situation. He wondered if she had chosen that because he had been singing when she arrived. He wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth however.
"Is karaoke popular int he city? I've only heard about it from my siblings..."Her smile was sheepish again. It was really cute to be around a girl that was generally shy, not at all because he was a popular person but because he was a person. Which is why he was gonna try to make the day fun for her.
"It's a good pastime. A lot of people do it, though usually in groups. It's pretty fun, even if you aren't good at singing." He figured if she chose karaoke that she would be embarrassed about singing in front of a stranger which is why he added the part about even people who weren't good singers had fun. "I think for a first visit to the city, it's a good choice."
He gave a playful wink before standing,following his companions lead, placing his ring back under his shirt out of sight. He gave a nod of confirmation about karaoke places being indoors. He figured he would take her to the closest one, it was a 5 minute walk at most.
"We can head to the closest one. It's about 5 minutes from here." He swung his guitar to his back along with his hover-board. He took a general step in the direction they would need to go before checking to see if Bella was following his lead. When she went towards him began to walk with smaller strides then normal so the girl wouldn't have to walk fast to keep up with his long strides.
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Post by Bella Setos on Mar 11, 2012 7:42:50 GMT
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And though my love is true
Bella was happy with the reply she got to her question. So she had made an okay choice it seemed. It was comforting to know that even bad singers could like this. Bella wasn't sure if she was a good singer or not, but she hoped she was. The horses never complained about her singing, that had to be worth something. Rollo said for a first outing in the city this was a good choice. Bella trusted that he was right about that.
Bella saw him wink and her cheeks got even rosier, and she smiled back at him sheepishly. This was all a little strange to her, but not in a bad way. He told her that they could go to the nearest one that was only five minutes away. Bella couldn't help thinking that Rollo was rather cool with his guitar and hoverboard. Even if the hoverboard was a machine of terrors. She followed him, glancing around at all the couples they passed. Some of them seemed very happy, others seemed sort of bored, and a few seemed awkward together.
The girl wasn't having a difficult time keeping up with her tall male companion. She assumed that they were going to be at the karaoke place soon. Since there was still a little time, she could ask a few questions. Her feminine voice began to sound out. "So... What kind of music do you like to sing?" She was just being curious. Bella knew that she would probably sing country songs. After all, her only favorite aunt was a cowgirl, and Bella loved her cow-ponies. It seemed like Bella was becoming more and more like her aunt ever since her aunt had moved in with her family. It didn't seem like Bella was picking up any of her aunt's charisma though...
Hey I'm just scared
That we may fall through
NOTES | I apologize for keeping you waiting! Uhm. I wasn't sure what exactly to write sorry if there were pointless things in my post~
WORD COUNT | unknown
CREDIT | OREOMONSTER
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