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Post by cierra on May 3, 2013 20:14:14 GMT
[style=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/dIisyY8.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat; width:400px; height: 200px;] know that look hands in your pocket heart on your sleeve telling me all about what you need leaning in close oh i'll take what i can get. pretty wind like my first cigarette pretty wild pretty wild turning off the reject don't worry cause its all my fault i'll take the parts that she doesn't want pretty wind pretty wind spark with the smoke pretty wild pretty wild feel the rush and i choke good thing i can take a tear sew you up as i'm tearing down the seams feels so good yeah while it last go ahead and strike a match burn me down make ashes out of me [style=height:215px; padding-right:8px; overflow:auto;]In the past, Cierra understood that the more you worked, the less you would have to work in the future. According to this work force, that was a false statement. She felt that she hadn’t worked as much as she had in a long time. Summer was coming in which meant there were much more people just going off and shopping instead of those that were too busy to come in. What was she talking about? The place was almost always busy. The environment atmosphere at least was still somewhat quiet (for as many people that were in there), but there was still many. During certain rushes there was a line out the door. Cierra was surprised that they didn’t help out with the work force, but she supposed that if they were going to make money the same way they have been, why change anything? It just meant more hours for Cierra. It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for some of the people she had to work with. It did give her mind something else to focus on, she supposed.
The girl was always worrying about something. At least when her hands were pre-occupied, they weren’t thinking about other things. What was on her mind was the next order and getting it out as quickly as possible while still keeping the same quality in the product if she had done it slowly. It was a tricky thing. Fortunately, practice also made perfect and Cierra found herself succeeding at making even the largest orders of mixed drinks, hot teas, cold coffees, and the right amount of specifically in each one. Many people forgot how many others she had to worry about so were rather upset when they brought it back with something wrong. Anyone that even knew of Cierra knew how much she hated upsetting people. It made her the pushover she was that day. She should have, for example, went out and broken ties with her family long ago, but she didn’t want them hunting her down. So she went and visited, took whatever rant they had for her, and hung her head as she went home with her tail tucked between her legs. At times she meant that literally.
She hadn’t visited in a long time. While that put an easier shoulder on not seeing her family, it meant she hadn’t shifted in a long while. When she went and visited, she went and shifted into her red Siberian husky form as well. It was part of her soul. It was a part of her. Not doing it was started taking her toll. However, getting off of work was almost impossible. Whenever she wasn’t at work, she tried to spend time with Cason as much as she could. Another little problem with her being too clingy, she was just sure of it. She couldn’t help it. Every moment with him made her light up and smile gleefully. No one really quite understood where she was coming from. That was fine, she supposed. She was just going to have to try another day another way. For now, she just went and sat down at one of the empty tables, gripping some Chia Tea. Coffee had never really been her thing unless it was coated in sugar. This stuff was recently discovered and now her absolute favorite.
She rested her head on her hand for a moment, just taking a moment to feel her feet throb. That’s what she got for wearing too small of shoes on a long work day. She lifted her head, feeling almost drained of energy. Quite a feat considering that her dog shapeshifter instincts usually kept her almost too much energy. Huskies had so much energy. They could run in the snow for hours on end and only make a slow pant as they sat there resting. Cierra felt like she had been running for several days on end. Draining herself little by little. She needed sleep, but she knew that sleep wouldn’t come so quickly. It was too early in the day to fall asleep and too late to go ahead and take a nap. So she grabbed her drink and lifted her head up to see a familiar face. What she had been feeling before washed away and the energy she had been referring to came again. Much like a pup would be sleeping until someone knocked on the door. Almost in a shy wave (as she didn’t want to make him feel like it was a big scene), she smiled, giving him an encouraging smile as an invite to come over. If he wanted to. She shuffled in her seat, knowing there was a good chance that he just wanted to get his drink and be on his way. Or already meeting someone there. But just in case- as Cierra always tried to think, avoiding looking straight at him for more than a couple of minutes.
[/style] TAG: Titan/Kat <3 WORDS: 826. NOTES: <3333 [/style] |
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Post by TITAN LUCIAS DEL MAR on May 11, 2013 23:14:33 GMT
I know you have a little life in you yet. I know you have a lot of strength left. Titan didn't have a job, he hated working. He had never been the type to settle down and put in the actual effort of getting one. He preferred doing little odd jobs, kind of like a handy man. There wasn't a thing he couldn't fix, and he was very good at figuring out how things ticked. He also had a habit of stealing, I mean "finding", any kind of valuables and selling them on the black market. Anything from expensive paintings, to a tiny diamond was all fair game, and Titan has sold just about everything. When it comes to the supernatural world however, Ty was also very skilled in that department. In his time, this werewolf has conspired with every kind of creature this world has to offer. He's even got the scars to prove it, but that's another story, for another time. Titan still never quite understood how some people could hold a steady job however. The consistency of showing up everyday, the rules, and the countless shifts...none of that was for him. He preferred being his own boss, and his own employee. As of now, the last job Titan had done was fixing his current neighbors creaking floor boards, and leaking water pipes. He got a pretty penny for it, so financially, he was stable for the next week or so. As much has Ty hated jobs, he always found himself bored. It's ironic for him to think such a thing, considering just this morning he'd woken up with a nasty hang over, a bruised left cheek, and a blond in his bed. He had no recollections of the nights events, and he didn't even remember what day it was. That was Titan's thing. He partied with anyone who'd party with him, he'd drink with anyone who'd drink with him, and he'd flirt with any and every girl. He basically lived the life of a bachelor and he did whatever he wanted. Though he might not admit it, part of the reason he is the way he is, is because of his home life, and his family situation. Growing up Ty was always the popular kid, and he was loved by everyone. His parents might have been divorced, but he didn't care. Titan and his parents weren't all that close, it was only his sister Katirena he cared about. The two of them were inseparable from the time she was born, to the time Titan fled home. Let's just say, he'd die for his sister even though he hasn't seen her in years. Tyson lives in denial to say the least. He acts the way he does because he has no one to turn to, and no one to be close with. All he needed was someone to listen, someone to be there when he falls. As he lost himself in thought, Titan turned a corner, and found himself at his destination, the coffee shop. He wasn't a coffee drinker by any means, he normally hated the stuff, but on days like this he needed all the caffeine he could get. Coffee was the best remedy for hang overs, and over the years Ty has learned which coffee does the trick, and since he came to this town, this place had the best hangover cures. When he opened the door, the strong smell of coffee beans and steaming beverages engulfed his sense of smell. He inhaled it deeply, taking in the sent, already beginning to feel a little better. He already knew what he was going to order, since he came her about four times a week to get the cure for his usual hangovers. Titan was a familiar face around here, and even though he wouldn't admit it, it made him feel good to have a small place to call his. This was his coffee shop, the one place he'd come to drown in his sorrows, or to just relax whenever he needed to. He walked up the counter and gave the barista his usual toothy grin, and asked for the usual. The girl gave him a gentle smile and poured him a cup of their darkest, blackest coffee. Or as Ty called it, "the fix to the worst hangover on the planet." He'd almost missed her when he'd came in, and if he hadn't caught her familiar sent in the air of the shop, Titan probably would have left without saying a word. He turned his head toward the tables in the room, and saw the brunette sitting at one of the tables by herself. She had a tea in her hands, and a friendly smile on her face. When she waved at him, he chuckled to himself quietly. People didn't usually wave at him, he typically was to intimidating or brooding to receive even a hello, especially after a night of hardcore partying. Even though she hadn't said a word, he knew an invitation when he saw one, and he gladly would accept the company. Thanking the barista for his large cup of Joe, he paid, and made his way over to the tables. He smoothly slid into the chair across from his new companion, and returned her friendly grin with one of his own. "Hi, fancy seeing you here." TAG:Cierra/Emily! WORDS: 837 CLOTHES: here NOTES: I'm so glad Ty finally has someone to thread with x3 I should be crying, but I just can't let it show. I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking. |
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Post by cierra on Jun 16, 2013 0:44:15 GMT
[style=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/dIisyY8.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat; width:400px; height: 200px;] know that look hands in your pocket heart on your sleeve telling me all about what you need leaning in close oh i'll take what i can get. pretty wind like my first cigarette pretty wild pretty wild turning off the reject don't worry cause its all my fault i'll take the parts that she doesn't want pretty wind pretty wind spark with the smoke pretty wild pretty wild feel the rush and i choke good thing i can take a tear sew you up as i'm tearing down the seams feels so good yeah while it last go ahead and strike a match burn me down make ashes out of me [style=height:215px; padding-right:8px; overflow:auto;]There was a vicious cycle in Cierra’s logic to be a people pleaser. Sometimes, she was so much of a people pleaser that it annoyed people. She remembered an Ellis she had met (now deceased- very sad) told her to get some backbone. He went a little gentler on her when she started crying, but he was right. She did need some backbone. If she had a little bit of that, she felt that most of her past problems wouldn’t have happened. The issues she had with her family would be significantly less. The issue they had with her was that she was a twenty-seven year old woman who was single and not carrying down any lines with another powerful supernatural. They were wanting to arrange a marriage for her. That was a bit of a problem considering she was not only not interested in arranging marriages (her hopeless romantic heart breaking as she thought of it), but she was also dating a hunter. A named hunter who was known for his ruthless attacks on supernatural. Just her luck.
Her eyes flickered over to the moving man coming toward her. Relief and warmth spread through her as she saw she wasn’t being ignored. Cierra had too many people in her life come and go out, or pretend that she wasn’t there waving. It was why she tried to make her wave smaller. Not so embarrassing to either of them if Titan chose he didn’t want to go talk to her at the moment. Cierra knew, if she understood it correctly, that he was a bit of a womanizer. Which was strange to hear since, if she recalled, he hadn’t done any of that with her. Cierra was in no way vain (in fact in some ways she was probably more insecure), but womanizer reputations stated it didn’t matter on the woman’s looks as long as she was a woman. Little did she know that he did indeed flirt with her, but Cierra was very naïve to the thought. She didn’t want to think it was more in case it wasn’t. Better safe than sorry.
Thankfully, she didn’t even have to tell him that she would like the company. He looked at her and knew. Dear, did she look that small over there? Cierra looked at her surroundings, trying to get the thought out of her head. The paranoid shapeshifter just seemed to worry about everything in sight. A nasty habit she was going to try to break eventually. At his opening words, she couldn’t help but give a soft laugh, looking once at her own drink and then his. The smell of dark roasted coffee filling her nose. Out of all the smells, she did have to admit that coffee was one of the most powerful in your face type of smells. There was also a small hint of supernatural through his scent, but she wasn’t able to detect species from species like others could. She could tell different individuals, but that was it. His greeting was interesting, considering she worked there. ”You caught me right on time. Just got off of work.” She gave him a polite smile, suddenly having a small perk of energy again. Seeing a friend. A friend that was sticking with her at the moment. It was always something to celebrate. Even her bestest best friend in the whole wide world wasn’t available. Cierra was deadly afraid for Vi. She hadn’t been seen by anyone for days and Vi had been very, very pregnant. Neither the unborn baby or Vi had been heard of for a while. Another thing she had to push far back behind her mind.
Now thinking about it, she didn’t think that Titan came in there very often. As she understood it, he spent most of his time in the clubs. Cierra went to a club once. She had been there to meet an old friend, but then suddenly a warlock and werewolf grabbed her. Then Cason came. Then the riot started, and all sorts of events that changed her life happened. While they happened for the better, it was better for Cierra not to press her luck by going in the club again. ”I think this is one of the first times I’ve seen you in here.” She mused lightly, ”How have you been?” She asked, not remembering the last time the pair spoke. If she hadn’t known about supernatural, she did have to say, he had this werewolf vibe about him. His hair up and everywhere as well as his big warm dark eyes suggesting some sort of puppy love to them. As well as his build. Yes, his build was most impressive. A body that all guys envied and most girls wanted by their side. It wasn’t a question as to why he was such a womanizer. Cierra wondered silently if he even had to work and try at it.
[/style] TAG: Titan/Kat <3 WORDS: 822. NOTES: Gah, sorry this took me so long [/style] |
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Post by TITAN LUCIAS DEL MAR on Jun 17, 2013 4:00:26 GMT
I know you have a little life in you yet. I know you have a lot of strength left. One of Titan’s many specialties was his ability to read people. This was one of his hidden talents, he never told anyone, but he used all the time. Titan just had a way of watching someone’s body language, listening to their tone of voice, and deciphering the words someone chose to speak with, and tying it all into a conclusion of a person. Even before he was turned, Ty had this ability, and since then it’s only been heightened. So when he entered the coffee shop, ordered his coffee, and made his way over to Cierra, he was watching her much more intently then he lead on. The soft smile he gave covered the fact that he was analyzing her, and the situation. She was alone, and sitting towards the back of the shop, hinting to her shy and calm disposition. When she’d waved, it wasn’t an over the top, extravagant wave. It was just a simple, friendly gesture which made Ty think she was eager for company, but okay with it if he had decided to leave. Titan noticed her face warm once he started heading towards her, and he couldn’t help but smile. Cierra was defiantly a people person, someone who enjoyed the company of others.
Though he’d never admit it, Ty was the same. He was always eager to be near someone, no matter the situation. This was part of the reason Titan was such a “womanizer” and why he was so smooth with his words around women. Females were easier to talk to in his experience, and if you knew how to dance around you’re words, conversation just came naturally. But that’s not to say Titan isn’t a guy’s guy. He can easily hold his own in a room full of men, his ego was so inflated and is testosterone levels so heightened, Ty had a tendency to be too much of a man, in the sense that he picked fights regularly and spoke without thinking a lot. He just loved being around people none the less, and he loved feeling like he belonged, even if he isn’t wanted somewhere. Whether it was a werewolf thing, the need for a pack or whatever, Titan hated being alone, which was one of the reasons this friendship was so special to him. Ty also treasured this friendship because he could play his best hand in the game of flirting, and Cierra would never catch his bluff. In other words, though it was all innocent, Titan absolutely loved flirting with her.
When Ty sat down across from her, he couldn’t help but feel her energetic spirit rushing through him. Ty got this feeling from most supernaturals, more strongly from shapeshifters or werewolves, but werewolves had a very distinct scent. It was more of a musky, woodsy smell, in comparison to the light, clean smell he got from shifters. In Cierra’s case, in the shop full of rich coffees and teas, she stood out as a flowery scent, something soft and feminine, just like her. It made him wonder what kind of animal she shifted into. Off the top of his head, anything with boundless amounts of energy seemed to fit. “Well that’s a first. I’ve never been complimented on my punctuality before. I normally get high praise for my talents in other areas.” He said, and gave her a playful wink, wondering if she’d notice his attempt to flirt alread. Ty was use to getting cussed out for his ability to sneak out of a girl’s room at the crack of dawn, or his ability to show up late to his own birthday. As a matter a fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he was “on time” for something. Or it was just his hangover clouding his memory.
“Haha, yeah, that’s probably because I’m a little early today. I usually come in at the oddest hours of the day, depending on when I decide to wake up. I had a reason to leave the house this morning.” he laughed with a small shrug. Today, he’d actually been eager to wake up a little early. He didn’t want to be home when his latest accomplishment woke up and realized last night had just been a one night stand. Ty knew all too well how women reacted to those types of mornings. In his experience, he’s been called horrible names on one end of the scale, and held up at gun point on the other end. Moral of all his experience, the early bird gets to leave Scott free. When she asked how he was, he stalled mentally for a moment, his light appearance weakening slightly. Cierra was so sincere when she’d asked, it made him wonder when the last time it was that someone actually cared about how he was doing.
He quickly recovered though, masking his delay in thought with a bright flash of his straight smile, “I’m not so hot…well I know I’m handsome, but that’s just a given. I’m not looking my best though, if you haven’t noticed,” and he pointed to his left cheek, and just underneath his eye, And he gave a cheeky grin, his attempts to seduce Cierra almost always going to go unnoticed. He appreciated it though, it kind of gave him a break from always smooth talking women. When he finished speaking, he stretched his arms high in the air, every muscle in his body contracting as he stretched. Ty leaned back in his chair then, cracked his neck twice, and looked back at Cierra. Hopefully his avoidance of her question would go unnoticed. He wasn’t in the mood to talk about how he was doing, no matter how much Cierra put him in a lighter mood.
TAG: CIERRA/EMILY WORDS: 960 NOTES: No worries girlie! I should be crying, but I just can't let it show. I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking. |
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Post by cierra on Jul 26, 2013 6:44:52 GMT
[style=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/dIisyY8.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat; width:400px; height: 200px;] know that look hands in your pocket heart on your sleeve telling me all about what you need leaning in close oh i'll take what i can get. pretty wind like my first cigarette pretty wild pretty wild turning off the reject don't worry cause its all my fault i'll take the parts that she doesn't want pretty wind pretty wind spark with the smoke pretty wild pretty wild feel the rush and i choke good thing i can take a tear sew you up as i'm tearing down the seams feels so good yeah while it last go ahead and strike a match burn me down make ashes out of me [style=height:215px; padding-right:8px; overflow:auto;]The shapeshifter was indeed oblivious. About not just about his flirting attempts, even though she did get some sort of vibe from the winks she was always receiving. Purely friendly of course. She was also oblivious to her being observed. The woman wasn’t very hard to read for anyone, really. People must have been observing her all the time. It was the reason she couldn’t lie. Her entire face just melted into this giant guilty look that would suggest something else. Whenever she tried to lie, people tended to point out to her that she was a bad liar. They all had no idea. Plus, holding things back would be disastrous for someone as emotional as her. Her emotions were running all over the place all the time, despite how timid she was. Could anyone possibly imagine what would happen if she tried to hold all of those back? Exploding wouldn’t begin to describe it. She’d probably yell again.
She didn’t know what other talents meant, but she wasn’t the type of person to really bluntly ask unless it was bothering her so much she felt like she had to. Titan usually said stuff like that all the time though, so not knowing didn’t bother her any. If she repeated this, she was certain her more knowledgeable friends would tell her exactly what that meant. If, of course, that would happen. But Cierra knew better than to just ramble on about what so-and-so told her. Because she was always afraid she would start rambling on about things that no one cared about, she paid close attention to what people cared talking about. Which was one of the reasons she got along with people most when they seemed laid back and didn’t care about anything long as they had the company. Rare to find, and she sure wished she could find more of them.
Still, a small giggle managed to escape her lips, as no matter what this may or may not have actually meant, Cierra was full of giggles. Trying to contain herself was even worse. As if they were fighting her back. ”Which I’m sure you have.” She mused lightly, a new energy bursting through her. She was still tired. Still wanting to go home and perhaps nap for a couple of hours, but talking to others always got her happy again. Like it was a sleeping dog and suddenly the owners came back home. The dog was up, wagging it’s tag, and trying to contain from barking too much. She knew that feeling. To a human that might have sounded funny, but to someone of the supernatural world, it just gave her a hint that she was some type of excited dog in her animal form. Someone ought to be able to tell by her personality that she would be some type of friendly, happy animal like that. Some turned to exotic animals, but she remained a common house pet. Wouldn’t change it for the world.
Reason to leave the house? She tilted her head in question. Honestly, if she would have known the truth, she probably wouldn’t have thought of him any different. Cierra was the least judgmental person anyone could have known. If she were murdered the next day, she would have been the first person to forgive them. Though she wasn’t exactly hoping for any of that. ”Why did you have to leave this morning? Must have been quite the sight.” She said with a light tone to her voice, running a hand through her hair, and automatically put her hand down. It was a habit of playing around with her hair, but it just made it worse and she was told it appeared like a nervous habit. Her family put a lot of pressure on her to make sure she was strong. Or at least attempted to be. Even if all her life, she had shown nothing but different signs. Cierra tried. She really did. But to no end. She’d continue to try until the day they’d accept it. Shaking her head, she tried not to think of her family. She loved her family, but it was more for the fact she loved everyone. In fact, they were probably at the bottom of her list. A shame really. She always wanted a loving and functioning family.
Another giggle burst through her lips. Yes, he actually was indeed handsome. Cierra was oblivious to his flirting, but not his look. She did prefer the green eyes of her beloved Cason, but she could appreciate good looks elsewhere. She was sure he was nothing but a heartbreaker. Probably more than she even could imagine. At the rest of his comment, she looked at him with what appeared like a motherly concern. She didn’t get her nickname Mamma C from others for nothing. He pointed to a couple of points and she frowned deeper. Her heart almost just gave out for him. ”Goodness, are you okay?” She asked, though he really just answered her that he wasn’t doing completely well. ”What happened? If you… want to say anything.” Adding the end, as not everyone wanted to spill everything on their mind like she did. Why they wouldn’t was beyond her, but people were different. Handled it different. Cierra just hoped he wasn’t bottling it up because he felt like he had to. It drove her crazy when others did that.
[/style] TAG: Titan/Kat <3 WORDS: 902. NOTES: Gah, sorry this took me so long [/style] |
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