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 Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 5:29 pm
Adair looked over at Tristan before smirking in a slightly mischievous way. "I do believe that I included the part about bringing it back. Now that is a work of miracles that I'd like to see." Her smile faltered as she recognized one of the people who might have been causing the commotion.
"Hey Guillame, isn't that the guy who tried to pick a fight with you earlier? Some guy just ran off and he has a huge knife... thing." She stopped for a moment before turning on her heel, which caused her to nearly loose her balance, and headed towards the supposed source of commotion. Somewhere in the back of her mind her common sense told her that it wasn't a good idea to walk up to a large stranger with an unusually sized knife. She smiled wryly when the phrase curiosity killed the cat popped into her head once more.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 5:55 pm
Tristan pretended to follow her, but he stayed back and grabbed Guillame's arm to hold him back. "Wait, let's just see what happens with her." He said softly. "No sense in all three of us getting sent to the emergency room." He said with a slightly sadistic smirk. He was perfectly fine with watching her get the crap beat out of her, his main problem would be making sure Guillame didn't get the crap beaten out him himself as well.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 6:04 pm
Guillame was about to run after Adair, not wanting her to get hurt after all when a force pulled him back. He turned around quickly and noticed it was Tristan holding onto his arm. Guillame frowned and slightly tilted his head to one side.
"You do not wish to help her? What if she gets hurt? I cannot let that happen. Tres mal a mon avis." Guillame got his arm out of Tristan's grasp and put his hands on Tristan's shoulders.
"You stay here....you might get hurt as well." Guillame looked left and then right...it was safe. He leaned forward and quickly kissed Tristan before darting off after Adair.
"Un moment Adair!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 6:13 pm
When Adair heard Guillame call her, she stopped and turned around for a moment. She realized that normal people would have enough sense, to listen to the reasonable part of their head and not go up to someone who could easily hurt them.
Shaking her head slightly, she went back to him and explained before she could ask any questions... Or lecture her like some people tended to do. "He hasn't hurt the girl. He didn't fight you when you refused to. He won't hurt anyone with this many witnesses."
Adair smiled with her head cocked to one side, her arrogant side just barely shining through. "It'll be fine, this isn't some dark alleyway." With that she turned once more, slower than before, and continued in her small quest to see what the commotion from before was.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:01 pm
Tristan was just about to argue with Guillame, but then he felt those warm lips press against his own, and all thoughts of disagreeing were flushed out of his head. He blushed and placed his hand over his mouth lightly. "Be careful Guillame." He whispered behind his hand. He hoped that nothing bad would happen to ruin this day.
Speaking of this day, it was rapidly approaching night.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:06 pm
Guillame smiled as he ran along with Adair, his thoughts going back to Tristan and the endearing way he blushed when Guillame had kissed him. He'd be back, it wouldn't take too long, all he needed to do was make sure that Adair would be safe.
"I would very much appreciate it if you wouldn't get hurt." Guillame looked up into the sky, it was already getting darker and darker with each passing moment.
"Adair...be careful....it is getting late." Guillame penned down his cell phone number on Adair's palm and grinned.
"If anything happens to you I will hold it personally against myself and will probably hang myself, keep that in mind." Guillame winked and made his way back to Tristan. He couldn't keep his eyes off of the quickly darkening sky.
When Tristan came into view, Guillame picked up speed, wrapping his arms around Tristan's waist and lifting him up with ease into the air.
"Je suis ici....I'm here, do not worry."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:22 pm
As Alex was looking around, he noticed the sky. It was in the whole getting-dark stage. Like the sun was a fat dude sitting down on his computer chair so he could debate on something (and look at porn) over on 4chan. Alex looked down at the little girl.
"Oi, short stuff, it's gettin' late. You should high-tail it home, y'know? So some dude like me doesn't show up."
Alex was perfectly aware of how he seemed and commonly used himself as an example of the most inhospitable characters. Alex sat, sword/knife/blade/thing still over his shoulder, watching the little one get her hands bandaged. Like hell he'd let some creeper just pick up and rape this little one. She reminded him of something made of china. Easily broken.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:32 pm
Tristan yelped as Guillame lifted him up. "Hey! Be careful!" He said laughing. He wrapped his arms tightly around Guillame and held him close. "We should get going... it is getting late..." He said, sounding slightly saddened by the thought. "What are you doing tomorrow?" He asked with a grin. "Oh! You need this, sorry to be babbling like this..." He said as he grabbed Guillame's hand and wrote his number on the palm of his hand with a bright green pen he had in his pocket. "Promise to call me okay?" He asked with a smile.
((Okay everyone! Get your characters to bed! We need everyone to get to bed so this rp can keep going with it's scheduled timeline. You will all be needing to fill out another profile for after the change! You will be getting this profile and a link to the article for your creature in a pm when you get the character.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:42 pm
Guillame grinned, feeling the pen roll against his skin, it felt slightly ticklish to him. He didn't want to close his hand in fear of smudging the ink so he merely pulled out his cell phone and entered the number.
"Knowing my luck...it will erase, just to be safe." Guillame finished the contact info and smiled.
"I would put more but I ran out of room for more text....desole. Guillame smiled and nodded at Tristan. "Je telephone toi demain. Be safe." Before Guillame left to the park's parking lot, he snuck in another kiss and ran off with a bit of hesitation. He felt happy around Tristan though he'd only known him for a short while.
Guillame slid into his car, his father's car really, and smiled as he adjusted the rear view mirrors. It was getting late and he'd already received a phone call from his father which he'd ignored. His father wouldn't be mad though, he never was. Guillame thought of Tristan again, him blushing and then him laughing. Guillame shook his head and backed out of the driveway, heading home. When he'd parked his BMW outside of the house, he sighed, his hands in his pockets. The lights were still on inside his house and there was no doubt that his father would be entertaining people tonight. Guillame wasn't in the mood to greet guests so he went the back way instead. His room was on the second story...great. Guillame climbed up the ivy walls and slipped into his bedroom. It wasn't furnished greatly, a large bookcase took up one whole wall. His bed was tucked into a corner, a close filled with clothes. That was about it. Guillame smiled and dropped onto his bed, fully clothed. He started thinking about his day and grinned. Tristan. It was his last thought before he drifted to sleep.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:50 pm
Tristan smiled as he walked down the street home. He didn't even look at his family as he walked through the house into his bedroom. He laid on the bed and sighed happily. "Guillame..." He whispered into his empty room. He ran his hand up under his pillow and pulled out his journal. He wrote down the events of the day and blushed as the kisses came up. Each one brought a new flush to his cheeks as he wrote hurriedly with his bright green pen. He finished with the entry and hugged the journal before falling asleep.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 6:12 am
With the 'pleasant' words that Guillame had left Adair with, she decided to just go home and leave her curiosity for later. Someone was bound to be able to tell her sometime or other.
As her feet touched the concrete of the street, she ran to her house. When she arrived, her mother and father gave her a welcome, yet sleepy, greeting. Allowing them their sleep, she merely turned on her computer and did whatever she pleased until her 'dinnertime,' after which she promptly went to bed.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 5:29 pm
Guillame tossed and turned in his sleep, not really able to find any comfortable position. It took him about an hour to realize that he probably wouldn't get any sleep that night. He felt a little different really...like he wasn't himself. With a groan, Guillame got himself off of his bed, except he didn't move his legs nor did he move his arms to prop himself up. Instead, it seemed as if he was floating. In his dreams, Guillame always saw himself floating in the air doing neat little flips. It wasn't that way now. Guillame got himself over to his mirror and stared at himself. He seemed completely normal, nothing changed. He felt different though, not the happy guy he usually was. A scowl found itself onto his face. There was a knock at the door. With a low growl, Guillame wrenched the door open to find his father at the door, a concerned expression at first...it then changed to something else, as if he was afraid.
"Yes?" Guillame's voice cut through the silence like a hot knife through butter. "Are you going to stand there like a rag doll or are you going to say something?" His French accent sounded melodious though the words he spoke were harsh.
His father said nothing, instead he started to shake visibly. His body shook with a violence that Guillame had never seen before, though a smile spread across his face.
"Is there something you need or are you going to just waste my life?" Guillame questioned, leaning against his doorframe nonchalantly. His father said nothing. In his own reply, Guillame grabbed the door and smiled toothily at his father. "Good night." Guillame said curtly, the door slammed in his father's face.
Guillame turned away from the door, disgusted at how his father looked at him. What was there to stare at anyway? Just to check, Guillame headed back to his mirror, regarding his reflection. He WAS different. His usual blonde mass of hair turned coal black, he had grown at LEAST another half a foot or so, he didn't have a tape measure so he couldn't tell. His skin had turned a creamy pale color and he'd gotten skinnier, his skin stretched over his bones. Guillame squinted at his reflection to make sure he wasn't dreaming, no it wasn't a dream. Still staring at his reflection, Guillame grinned.
"C'est bizzare....j'aime bien. It's different....I like it."
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 6:17 pm
Tristan woke up at midnight, coughing. He rolled over while coughing and fell out of bed. "Shi-" He paused. There wasn't any falling. In fact, it seemed like he was drifting. He righted himself and walked into the bathroom. He coughed again and saw smoke. He jumped and caught a look of himself in the mirror. His blond hair was now ash gray, his skin was almost the same color. He ran a hand over his eye and blanched. Why were there dark circles that looked like he hadn't slept in about a year? He pulled back from the mirror and turned. He felt hot. Tristan pulled off his shirt and looked down. His ribs were pressed tight against his skin. He walked out of the bathroom and almost ran into his brother. "Sorry." His voice sounded raspy, like he had been smoking.
"Tristan?!" He brother was shocked.
"I've got to go back to bed..." He said softly. He went to his room and grabbed his cell phone. "Come on Guillame... call.... please..." He whispered softly. He laid on his side, curled up and coughed loudly again. He was getting used to the smoke pouring out of his mouth when he coughed, and breathed.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 6:39 pm
Andi took out her phone and gasped at what time it was. "Koriekins, I think we should head back to my house its like midnight," Andi suggested to her cousin that was now laying in the grass staring at the stars. Andi sighed, remembering that her parentals were out so she wouldn't get in trouble for losing track of time.
Andi cringed for a moment as she felt like something was stabbing into her head. "Ahh man I think I got a migrane," Andi whined. "We should really go before the weirdos come out...ouchies." The stabbing feeling became more violent. "Ooooo,"she cried, holding her head.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 6:43 pm
Guillame was busy looking at his reflection from the foot of his bed. He'd been through changes before, like moving and such but nothing affected him THIS much. He felt like another person really, not the same Guillame he'd been at the park today with Tristan. Tristan. Guillame had nearly forgotten as he sat there in his reviere. Would he tell Tristan what happened to him just now. Probably not, he didn't see why it was his problem to deal with anyway, he'd just go through it alone. It was the easiest way. He couldn't help but remember his father's face when he saw him at the door. His father looked so....so scared. It almost scared him to be honest. Guillame tightened his hands into fists and gritted his teeth, why'd his father react like that? He was still HIS son, why act that way? Guillame reached down under his bed and picked out a shoe, looking at the wall, he lobbed it with all his might at the wall as if it would make him feel better, which it did. Guillame grinned and heard another knock at his door. He exhaled sharply and got up to answer it, maybe it was his father coming back to appologize for his odd behavior. The door opened, Guillame wasn't the one to open it. A breach of privacy? Not smart. Guillame stood up suddenly and crossed the distance between his bed and the door in a few short strides....so he HAD gotten taller. There was a woman at the door.
"Who the hell?" Guillame narrowed his eyes, no one had barged into his room before.
The woman was about to speak when Guillame put his hand over her hand.
"No need to speak, just leave before I--" Guillame couldn't finish his sentence before he realized that the woman's eyes started bulging out of their sockets. Quickly he let go, staring at the woman with fierce curiosity. What had he done?
The woman clutched at her throat, she began coughing violently, blood dripped down her chin, onto her light colored blouse. Guillame stepped back away from the woman, his eyes wide with wonder. What had he just done? The woman screamed in fright and ran off, her blood dripping onto the carpet. Stunned, Guillame reached for his phone and quickly dialed Tristan's number, it was on speed dial.
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