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When I'm Gone..; Tag; Cupid
Topic Started: Wednesday, 19. December 2007, 06:55 (147 Views)
Sar Hale	Wednesday, 19. December 2007, 06:55 Post #1
Childe Posts: 5 Group: Members Member #434 Joined: 17/12/2007	Late night, walking around for the whole day, counting money, looking for it. Trying to get soem food, that wasn't disgusting looking. Not much of an idea for fun huh? Her blonde hair was noticeable in whatever light there was, same with her eyes. They were still icy blue, still the cause of the start of her parents problems. Giving a long, and deep sigh. Sar stopped, and stretched. She glanced up and down the street, not seeing anyone, no cars either. Strange. Wasn't that big mall place here? Of course, Sar really had no idea what she was talking about, or even what half of these places were, due to the fact, she came here only a month ago. Yes, exactly one month. And only knowing one language. English. She ran her hand through her hair, and looked around again, still not seeing anybody. She decided to sit on the curb, giving herself a small break, and hopefully, she would find someplace soon to crash. It was apparently very late, or people here were just starting to take on the characteristic of America. Laziness. Sitting on the curb, she must've looked like some fool, or something. Old flats, torn up jeans, and then a tight long black shirt that had guitars and music notes all over it, and they were in bright neon colors. So it looked pretty intersting, along her arms were some arm bands, and then other bracelets. A ring, that she had taken from home, that year ago or so, and her hair was just let down, a bit knotty. So to take care of that, Sar pulled out a black brush, and started to brush through her hair. That was fairly long, so this would probably take some time, and maybe she would lose a couple dozens of strands. It only took Sar a few minutes to brush her hair out, and make it nice looking. She put the brush back into the bag, and pulled some chapstick out of her pocket, and putting it on quickly. Then placing it back into her front pocket and standing up. Putting her hands on her hips, she looked around the street, and the signs that were hanging up trying to figure out what they said. But of course, since she didn't know French. She knew nothing. Nothing about what was going on, and didnt even know where to go from here. Sar put her backpack, back on. And then stood up again, brushing herself off. And starting to walk again. The night was boring, as everything else in life had seem to become for poor Sar. Losing a brother was bad, even losing a bestfriend, but everything had seem to of gone down hill for her. Sighing again. Sar stared at the ground, and noticed an outline of herself. Lights! A car! Someone! That would possibly leave her out on the street...... Turning around. Sar started walking backwards, and stared into the car, trying to get passed the headlights. All she could see was the outline of some guy, he seemed skinny. But over-all, she couldn't tell at all who it was. Or what the person looked like. Sar sighed deeply, and then shoved her hands into her pockets, turning on her heel, her back now facing the oncoming car.



Valentine De'Fao	Wednesday, 19. December 2007, 08:43 Post #2
Childe Posts: 4 Group: Members Member #431 Joined: 16/12/2007	Thump! Thump! Valentine's fist pounded against the drive through window of the Bank, located quite near his ritzy apartment complex. An elderly Spanish woman looked at him oddly, and he yelled, "I want to withdraw some cash, got it chica!?" She kept staring at him blankly. "Holaaaa!! No speakio Spanishio!" He waved his hands while flipping some of his hair out of his eyes to reveal his gleaming blue eyes. The Hispanic woman turned to an old man and mumbled some words in Spanish. The only word Valentine managed to catch was puto! "Heyyy!! I'm not a fucker! You damn Mexicans speaking Mexican!" He pouted his lips, and crossed his arms. God, those people... They are just sooo-- OH, MY GOD, CANDY! He thought, his eye catching a bowl of colorful lollipops. He flailed his arms again, which caught the eye of the two elderly people and he pointed to the white bowl. "Canndddyy!" He beamed, exposing his perfect white teeth. The old man raised his eyebrow and started to look around. Valentine's jaw dropped. "Caanndddyy. Fatty! Look! N-No!!" The old man held up a bottle of water. "No! Not water! Loolliippooppp! Suucckkeerr. Not agua, 'ya old fart bag..." Valentine mumbled the last part. However, before he could receive any form of sugar, a security guard appeared and Valentine's eyes widened. "Whoa... Man, you are tall..." He said, feeling like a shrimp pretty much. "Yeah, I'll just... go... and, ohh cool gun!" He said, pointing to the weapon in the holster. "Did you ever shoot anyone with it? Like, did you ever shoot anyone on accident? Like, in the dick like Jack Bauer!" He jumped up and down. "Jack Bauer is so coolio, man! I mean, just think of it, he could take those two old Mexicans," Valentine gestured towards the window, "And he could be all, 'If you don't tell me where this location is, I will make you endure so much pain you have ever felt in your entire life in the next thirty seconds!' Isn't that so cccooooolll?" The security guard looked at him oddly. "Well, I better get home! Its getting dark! I might miss Power Rangers!" Valentine giggled and bit down on his tongue, and sped off to his car yelling out, Go, Go Power Rangers! Once he jumped in the car, he placed the key in ignition, and started to drive back home to Atreyu Kiper, his roommate, whom was also a transsexual. However, on his way there, he just so happen to see an extremely cute looking girl. She had that sexy bleach blonde hair, and illuminating sapphire orbs. Valentine's tongue lolled out of his mouth as he let his eyes wander over her body. Man, she is so 'exxxyyy! He thought. "I'D TAP THAT!" He yelled out, honking his horn and following the car in his dark green, 2003 Ford Mustang. "Woooohhh, baby! Come ova' here!"
	valentine jaison de'fao baby, did you forget to take your meds?


Sar Hale	Wednesday, 19. December 2007, 10:33 Post #3
Childe Posts: 5 Group: Members Member #434 Joined: 17/12/2007	Sar looked back over her shoulder, exaiming the car from her left eye, the only eye that had good vision of it. It seemed nice, but then again, a snobby person could be in it. What kinda of snobby person would want to pick up some poor, and homeless person. Let them in their house, eat their food, and then possibly, steal some of their money. Not that Sar had done it once. More or less, she had done it a few times. Eat, sleep, and then the next night, she would find whatever money was laying around, and then run off. Mainly she did that in Washington though, and of course, she never told them her real name. It was always something different. Sara, Gina, Casey. Random Random. Whatever came into her head, was her name. Turning her head back around for only a slight moment. She heard some guy yelling. Stopping in her tracks, and staring in front of her, she raised an eyebrow, and slowly looked back around to the car. And then stared at the guy, sticking his head out. Admittely, he looked good. Very nice indeed. Not rich, nor poor. But. He looked like he was fucking pshycotic at the same damn time. She stared at him, her blue eyes reflecting from the light of the car. She must've looked like some cat or something, from the way her eyes were reflecting. People told her, that her eyes reflect the light pretty well. But she never put much thought into it. Slowly taking in a deep breath, and holding it for a second. Sar let it out slowly, and then continued walking. Crossing her arms, and speeding up a bit. She kept her head down, and toward the ground. And was closing her eyes, knowing that the street was well, going straight, no turns. Yet. After about a minute, longer, maybe. She opened her eyes, and looked back slightly, seeing him still following. She grumbled some, and rolled her eyes. What in the hell?!?! Now he was honking. More. Sar, stopped, and let him drive up next to her. She turned on her heel, and bent down to the window. Glaring at him. Not saying anything, why should she anyways, she didn't know him. Let alone, why was she just doing this? Getting ready to yell at a stranger. A crazy one at that.



Valentine De'Fao	Monday, 24. December 2007, 12:48 Post #4
Childe Posts: 4 Group: Members Member #431 Joined: 16/12/2007	Valentine's eyes were simply glued to the girl's flawless figure and he gave a wolf whistle to show his excitement. However, he stopped, and became silent as the walking porcelain female strutted over to his car with an angry expression. He let his eyes drop from her face down to her neck, and down to her chest were some slight cleavage was showing, and he was leaning so close to next to the window he slammed his head on the glass. "Ow!" He pouted, rubbing the side of his head with his free hand. He figured out already that he was going to get some sort of scolding for his grotesque behavior, and how he might have vexed the girl. But frankly, he didn't care. Taking initiative, he unlocked the car door, opened it, and stepped out of the vehicle. He stood before the girl at a good five foot, eight and noticed how she was much shorter than him, making her all the more attractive in his mind. "Oh, did I bother you miss?" He gave one of his prize winning smiles, exposing his glowing teeth. "You looked distressed. What are you doing out here at this tim-- Your shirt is so cooooooollll!" He awed, looking at her clothing. "And your hair is poofy too! I can't do that. I have to use gel. Do you use hair spray?! That pollutes the environment, y'know! I'm a hippie. I hug trees. We should go save some trees together! You seem pretty cool! I bet we could be amazering fantabuliicciiouuussss friends!" He slung an arm around her waist and dragged her down the street, leaving his car there, but it was okay. He took his keys with him. And a ticket didn't matter to him. He couldn't let this dame just slide away from him. "You shouldn't walk home. Its dangerous out there. Your hair smells good. Like-Like, strawberries. Are you a big strawberry? I'd love you eat you." He winked, not sure if she had even caught the little joke he threw in there for the moment. "What's your name?! I'm super-dupery sure its something pretty! Because you are pretty! My name is Valentine. But-But my bestest friend eevvveerrr calls me Cupid. Too bad I don't gots no wings, baby." He continued pulling her down the street till he made it by a coffee shop which was apparently still open. Just his luck, wasn't it? Pulling the blonde haired girl inside, he pushed her down into a seat, then ran up to the counter. Ordering two hot chocolate drinks, he took both of the cups, which were extremely hot, and brought them back to the table which the blondie was sitting at. He handed her the beverage and then sat down in the chair opposite her. He expressed out-loud. "You're really pretty..." Before taking a sip and burning his lip. "Oooowwwwwwwww."
	valentine jaison de'fao baby, did you forget to take your meds?


Sar Hale	Tuesday, 25. December 2007, 04:19 Post #5
Childe Posts: 5 Group: Members Member #434 Joined: 17/12/2007	Sar was taken back when he smacked his head against the window. She jumped back a little bit, eyes wide. And then narrowed them at him. She had figured out what he was doing, and surprised, that he'd even have the balls, to do so. She'd atleast smack him across the face, if it wasn't for the fact that, maybe, he'd rape her. She hugged herself a bit, and stepped back a bit more, thinking on whether or not, she should run, or what. She just watched him rub his face, and look like a jackass, all the same. Sar simply shook her head, and watched him get out of the car. Ok..I can run, or kick him in the balls, and then run. Either way...I might be risking something... She thought to herself, looking off to the side, and ignoring him for a moment. Finally, she came back to reality, and he was grinning at her. Oh god. Sar was getting ready to answer him,when he had continued on, not really letting her get a word in edgewise. "You looked distressed. What are you doing out here at this tim-- Your shirt is so cooooooollll!" She raised, an eyebrow, wide-eyed, and then slowly looked down at her shirt. "I guess.." She whispered, very quietly, not sure if he had even heard her. "And your hair is poofy too! I can't do that. I have to use gel. Do you use hair spray?! That pollutes the environment, y'know! I'm a hippie. I hug trees. We should go save some trees together! You seem pretty cool! I bet we could be amazering fantabuliicciiouuussss friends!" Great, what had Sar gotten herself into. She couldn't believe, that out of all her luck, she came across this dumb lunatic. She sighed heavily at her luck, and just stared at him. Oh great! Now he was touching her! She was offically getting raped tonight, unless she could think of someway out of this. She tried to slide out of his grasp, but he had a nice tight firm hold on her, and couldn't wiggle out. Sar just moaned, and rubbed her face with her hand. And glared at him. Not saying a word. What could she say? Nothing. He seemed to be completly and totally nuts, let alone, someone let him have to much sugar. Finally she just let him go on, and on. He was freaking her out, espically the strawberry part, that made her want to cross her legs. She couldn't believe her luck, and well hey. It seemed he was taking her for some coffee, or something. Hell, why not. It's free, and maybe, it'd possibly shut him up long enough, so she could answer his questions, and then leave. "OOF!" Sar exclaimed, almost falling out of the seat that she was just shoved in. She grumbled to herself, and then propped her elbows on the table, and glared at the door. But her expression changed, when a hot coca was placed in front of her. Sar took it, and then started to blow on the drink to cool it off. Unlike the moron infront of her. She sipped it slowly, pushing her bangs out of her face. Her icy blue eyes focusing on him, she sipped the warm liquid some more, and then gave a small smile. She felt better now, with something warming her up. Sar finally remembered that he was there, and wanted answers, to the billions of questions he had asked her. "Uhmm...ok..." Sar started, and sipped the coca some more. "My...name is Sar Hale. I'm 17...uhm...and..I've only been in France for a month...I have no home...and..my hair is like this cause, well...My brush isn't to good at doing it's job.......and thanks.." Sar sipped the coca some more, and hoped that had answered all of his questions. Hopefully he wouldnt be so hyper now, or something.



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