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Post by faylinn on Jul 5, 2011 15:23:43 GMT
you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - - Faylinn looked around her empty house, hoping to find something to do. Her neat and pristine condo held nothing for the blonde to entertain herself with. She sighed as she glanced around the dull house once more. Giving up on finding something inside her house, Faylinn got up from her comfortable position on the couch and headed for her room. She swiftly changed her clothes and put on a pair of her favorite heels. She grabbed a purse and headed out, remembering to lock the door behind her. Her high heels clicked softly as she walked around the town. Each street was gorgeously paved with trees lining each side. The sidewalks were even and kept in great condition. Faylinn quite enjoyed walking around this area, seeing how everything was up kept so well.
Faylinn's eyes scanned everything she passed by on the street, seeing how she was somewhat desperate to find something to entertain herself. As she strolled down the street, something caught her eye. Faylinn noticed a park, not far ahead of her. Grinning slightly to herself, she hurried over to it. It's luscious green trees and numerous wild flowers truly captivated Faylinn. She had a soft spot for nature, so this was fantastic for her. She walked almost silently around the trees and when she spotted a bench, she eagerly sat down and relaxed. Her eyes flickered back on forth on each person that passed. And of course, Faylinn had something to think about each person that passed, be it good or bad. She scoffed every time someone looked over at her, which always deterred people from talking to her.
Sighing, she got up silently and continued walking around the park. People watching could only entertain her for so long. Faylinn was easily bored by others. In her opinion, most people were uninteresting unless there was drama involved. Faylinn personality disliked being in drama, but she loved to watch it. As she strolled about the park, she noticed the children's park. At the moment, it was empty. Faylinn casually walked towards the swings and looked at them. She sighed slightly as she plopped herself down on one of them. She tug her heels into ground as she stared up at the sky. It's light blue color reflected the color in her eyes. The puffy white clouds looked like cotton candy or cotton balls to Faylinn. She never understood how people could see things like animals in clouds. They were just random blobs in the sky.
As she watched the clouds float by, Faylinn thought of her cousin, Eve. Eve would be able to find something in the clouds for sure. Faylinn scoffed at the thought. That silly girl was under the delusion that everything in the world was great. The stupid, younger girl was too innocent, and nothing Faylinn did could change that. Thinking of her favorite person, Faylinn rolled her eyes. As much as she loved her cousin, the girl was an idiot in Faylinn's opinion.
Glancing around the playground, Faylinn wondered to herself how much time she could actually kill here. Playing on a child's playground and people watching could only entertain a grown women for so long. Faylinn chuckled coldly at the thought of how ridiculous she probably looked, sitting on a swing. She looked around and she noticed people staring at her oddly. She glared harshly at them, her icy personality coming through. They quickly looked away and hurried along. Faylinn scoffed loudly. ”People around are pathetic.” She said audibly. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION. |
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Post by damon on Jul 6, 2011 19:41:39 GMT
 I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHO I AM[/color][/font] its time for me to take a stand[/center] Oh god, Damon really didn't belong here. He thought he perhaps wanted to randomly stroll over to the part of town he's only been at in a total of about three times (this wasn't including when he went over to a rich girls house, but those clearly didn't count) At the moment however, he felt like he was a giant red dot in the middle of a bunch of green dots. Like a strange target for people to stare. Most of the time, he really could give a shit about how other people were looking at him. He would just lift his head and give them a better look, as he knew he was quite beautiful. However, here, he felt like he was out of his territory. Invading someone else's space. Why did he choose to come here? He kept asking himself that very question with every step he took. Every little feathered hat that walked by, he felt more out of place. His mind trailed to the events this morning that lead him here.
A call. One of his friends from high school was just sweet enough to say that a certain someone had called the friend and was moving back. That certain someone happened to be the girl he had dreaded all these years. His only ex girlfriend in the world. Damon never dated. He had flings, but that wasn't the same thing. The only horrible part was when the other girl thought it had been a relationship to find that Damon had completely moved on. It was amazing how many girls thought sex meant dating. Ah well. They went on to other things. Not better, of course, because Damon thought he was the best person in the entire world, but still moving on was good. If girls liked to think it was better, he let them think that. It wasn't going to really bother him any. When they told him, he just shrugged it off because Damon knew the truth.
Where was the last place he would be but still be located in the city? His ex would never look for him in the upper state of the city! So he went into his dresser, brought out what he usually wore (consisting of his long clothes and big signature black jacket he always had) The jacket was old and starting to get worn into a soft gray color, but he refused to get another one. Some say that he would look so much better if he just slipped off the jacket. In Damon's opinion, if he looked any better, he would be god, so it was better to keep himself humble in every way. Damon thought that he had the proper amount of confidence. Not too high. Not too low. Just perfect. For being a perfect man, he was ever so humble. Damon hated country music, but one of the songs that really caught his eye was lord it's hard to be humble. He heard it once instead of laughing like everyone else, he thought it was really what he was feeling.
He didn't feel all so great at that moment though. Damon decided to take an impluse and slip into the park. Surely nothing too fancy was going to be in a place with trees and grass. All the stupid clothes they wore might get dirty. What a bunch of- but almost as soon as he entered the park, his eye spotted something extremely bright. A person. Damon knew now not to classify people as humans anymore, as it turns out there's a lot more out there. After a little session, turns out there was quite a bit. Still, for now, he just had to assume that she was just a person. She was sitting on a swing and grabbing quite a lot of other attention. At first, the woman didn't seem bothered with it. Until she looked around to see all the fabulous attention she was grabbing. Damon thought she looked a little... young. Almost innocent, but not with that glare she was giving the entire population of the park.
Damon didn't notice any little things. All he noticed, really, was that she was pretty and had two legs and a pulse. From what it appeared from his angel, female parts, though he had been wrong before. Casually, he strolled over to her, with eyes on the prize. He came up quickly in his head what he was going to be acting. Damon found that most of the time, when trying to get a girl in bed or to drink, a lie was most successful. He had enough experience to learn what the majority of the women folk population liked. If he got the random one who didn't like something else, that was just bad luck. Damon, however was one of the best lucky people he knew of. He heard what she said and he couldn't help but make a small rythmic laugh. "Aren't they?" He chimed, moving up beside her to make an enterance, "It's because you're on the wrong side of town. People here are a bunch of pricks." He told her, walking backward to face her, seeing her features more upclose and saw perfectly chistled features. I NEED A CHANGE AND I NEED IT FAST [/color][/size] i know that any day could be the last[/font] [/center] |
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Post by faylinn on Jul 7, 2011 1:37:20 GMT
you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - - Faylinn, as she looked around, noticed a guy that others stared at. He looked a bit out of place if you looked strictly at his clothing. But if you looked more closely, you could see his gorgeous features. Faylinn, of course, never passed judgment based on looks, but she couldn't simply over look them. Diverting her gaze elsewhere, Faylinn glanced around, no longer paying him any attention. He was a passing distraction, but nothing more than that. Sighing, Faylinn looked around once more. She was extremely bored still. Having gone out did her almost no good in the long run. Scoffing at this pathetic day, Faylinn was internally glad that she had dressed down for her outing. She probably would have gotten her clothes dirty.
Suddenly, Faylinn heard a voice. A deep, soothing voice. And she knew he was talking to her, because he replied to her comment. Faylinn looked around and saw the man she had noticed before standing somewhat close to her. "It's because you're on the wrong side of town. People here are a bunch of pricks." He said, obviously wishing to start up a conversation with her. She arched a brow, and looked at him curiously. Many response ran through her mind as she scrutinized the person standing near her. She smirked up at the quite handsome man. ”Does that include you? Or are you just here to hit on me?” Faylinn laughed at the thought and at him, and looked forward again. Smiling coldly, Faylinn waited for him to walk away. Faylinn had the type of attitude that turned guys off right away. Guys, after one encounter with Miss Faylinn, never came back for more. Faylinn had a bad attitude, a bitchy personality, and zero tolerance for being hit on.
Glancing at the unnamed guy, she wondered silently why he was yet to leave. No guys ever were persistent enough to try and get something out of her. Was she not cold enough? Not rude enough? Faylinn looked at him skeptically, wondering if he really thought that she would go sleep with him, only to have him not be there in the morning. Scoffing at him, she kicked the ground underneath her. ”Is there something specific you want from me?” Faylinn snapped in his direction, her voice venomously icy. She was tired of talking to him, even though being rude to him entertained her slightly. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him expectantly. She waited for him to either walk away or come back at her with some sort of retort. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION. |
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Post by damon on Jul 7, 2011 2:57:28 GMT
I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHO I AM [/color][/font] its time for me to take a stand[/center] When she turned to look at him, she had those icy blue eyes that made him shiver. Everything about her was beautifuly white. Kind of like the new fallen snow. It was a little strange to him, but she was a fine target he picked out none the less. A smirk planted on her face and he thought that maybe she was going to kid and tease with him, as he intended. However, all those hopes had dropped down low to the ground as soon as she spoke with that blunt tone that Damon usually used. Huh, she was hard to get then? Damon could deal with that. He tended to be a persistant very stubborn guy. The more a girl refused, usually, the more he wanted them. Like they were a prime challenge that he had been waiting for, for years at a time. It was like a fun little game to him. Yes, a fun game of getting the girl. It wasn't a hobby he wanted to do all the time, but he hadn't had a hard to get in such a long time.
Still, no one had quite rejected him like she had. Just cold and harsh from the first words exchanged. At least some rejections were taken in warm tones. Her rejctions made him want to grip his coat for more warmth. "Damn. I'm not anything like them. Not so serious." He told her, trying to show that her questions, though retorical, didn't phase him at the least. It was a pretend show that the insult went right over his head. She dd beat him to it. He was going to hit on her. Just because she called it, didn't mean he was going to back off and let her get away so easily. "Yes, I am hitting on you. I'm glad you've done this before. So what do you say? You doing anything tonight? Tomorrow night? Right now?" He asked, not making any joke out of it now that she wsa on his game.
Trying to change your story after someone already figured out the first one wasn't going to do anything. She didn't know how he was going to come off, so he could easily change his story. If he said that's not what he wanted, he'd have to stick to that personality. Perhaps she would like honesty. She could have been disgusted by it, but he wasn't going to stop. Oh, if she thought so, she was up for a surprise. Damon had been doing this for a while. There was experience. Especially since there was probably no way in anything he could ever be insulted. He wasn't even insulted by his own mother. For him, his ego was so large that trying to insult him was the same as trying to insult a rock. It was useless. Bounced right off of him. Almost every insult he took as a large joke or just let right go right over his head.
What did he want? Should he? Damon thought it was best that he didn't tell her what he wanted to do with her just yet. Getting punched in the face for a couple of dirty fantasies he was currently having wasn't his intent. He intended to tell her all that when he was whispering in her ear after a couple of drinks. That's just what he preferred. "Let's start with dinner. Or if you really want, we could skip dinner. But I thought that's what you might want" He's so glad he brought his wallet with him. A lot of times, during the day so he wasn't tempted to get anything completely useless (like an xbox) he left it at home. He would go back to his house to get the rest of the money so that he could happily go out shopping at night with a drink in hand and tons of girls in sight. For some reaosn, probably that luck streak going on, he brought it. His crooked grin didn't disappear. As if it was completely plastered to his face forever. I NEED A CHANGE AND I NEED IT FAST [/color][/size] i know that any day could be the last[/font] [/center] |
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Post by faylinn on Jul 7, 2011 4:54:34 GMT
you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - - Faylinn watched the boy slowly, her cold eyes calculating his every move. Despite her endless, cold words, he didn't give up. He continued to smile like an idiot. Each of his ridiculous suggestions, pissed Faylinn off more and more. Her pale blue eyes follow his every motion, analyzing him throughly. With each glance he glance he gave her and every words he spoke, she felt that he was no ordinary guy. Faylinn had to admit that conversation was somewhat intriguing because she found his personality so irritating. She had never met a person that she disliked right from the get go. Normally, they had to say more than a few words before Faylinn began to truly dislike someone. But his initial words had truly annoyed her, because for some reason he gave her a bad vibe.
Faylinn suddenly got off the swing, making slow deliberate movements towards the man. The girl had a perfect smile planted her perfect features. Yet her dazzling smile gave off no warmth, no kindness. Her face, though it displayed what should be an affectionate expression, gave off her normal chilly vibe. Faylinn let out a frosty giggle, obviously faking attraction to the person before her. She slowly circled around the boy, drawing closer and closer. Swiftly, she gripped his shoulder, not so affectionately. Her hands held him tightly, and she grinned cruelly. ”You are trying to get in my pants without even knowing my name?” Faylinn's voice was venomous instead of playful. By now her false smile had slid of her face and she was glaring at the guy in front of her. She released his shoulders, which she had previously been digging her nails into. She arched an eyebrow at him. In case he hadn't noticed yet, she wouldn't give in. Faylinn wasn't like the whores he's slept with in the past, and she couldn't be won over. She intended to make such plainly obvious. ”I'm not sure why you even bother.” Faylinn snapped at him.
As Faylinn spoke, she noticed that his eyes weren't entirely present. As if he were thinking of his next line before he spoke it. She scoffed out loud, truly not able to believe this guy. She couldn't figure out why he was so damn persistent. Her small, dainty hands found her way to her hair, twirling a strand about them. Faylinn was unsure of what to think of the person standing in front of her, seeing how no one that she treated the way she treated him stay around this long. Though Faylinn would never admit it, she almost wanted this conversation to continue. He may be irritating, cocky, obnoxious, and a huge man whore, but the fact that he was yet to leave intrigued Faylinn just enough to leave her less bored than she has before. And Faylinn hated being bored.
”Dinner?” Faylinn paused pretending to think. [hotpink=color]”Hmmm.. It looks like I don't have time to go on a date with a man whore today.” [/color] Faylinn retorted indifferently. She rested her hand on her cheek, acting as if she were flirting back. Her hostile smile played about her full, pink lips to reveal her perfect white teeth. Faylinn's steely countenance perfectly gave away her opinion of the person she was currently conversing with.[/div] TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION.[/center] |
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Post by damon on Jul 8, 2011 1:16:10 GMT
I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHO I AM [/color][/font] its time for me to take a stand[/center] The way she looked at him made him feel like he was the doctor's office being examined. If his doctor looked like her, he wouldn't mind. He still did feel that same wanting to check himself to see if he was alright to be checked. Damon checked girls out all the time, but with this girl's gaze, it wasn't quite the same thing. It was more of an examination than looking and seeing what she liked. He did stand up straighter, giving her a little better of an angel to look at him. Damon very much had a secret model inside of him whenever he was being looked at, posing to see if he could shoot out his good side. He adored being looked at. It was mostly because he knew he was a handsome devil. Unfortunately, that went completely to his head to think that his look was flawless. The only scars of past fights were so faded into his tan skin. His hair also curled at the back of his neck, hiding those small scars behind his head where he jammed it against a brick wall a couple of times.
His eyes watched her as she circled him. Now this was a little more like it. A smirk appeared on his face, figuring maybe this was going to be easier than he had expected. That thought came crashin down with a large bang when her grip went deep into his shoulder. At first, he thought she might have been rough, but that sarcastic smile she was wearing told him different. Damon made a small face of pain, as he wasn't use to someone digging their nails deep into his shoulder. Hopefully she wasn't going to be drawing any blood, for her sake. Since his blood was made of fire, it might burn her like it did with the vampires that have tried to get him once or twice. He had the showing scars to prove that they tried. That was a different moment. She spoke with such venoum, he wondered how such a sweet face could produce that kind of hate for him. Still, it was fun to try for it, wasn't it?
Oh shit he always forgot about the introduction thing. Honestly, that was just a mistake he always made. It just didn't come to his mind to think to say his name. Most of the time, it was the girl saying her name first and then it would hit him that he didn't know her name. Who needed names? Damon could do without, but he figured it would be awkward for the girl. Since girl's liked to talk, he could imagine talking about a night they had then realizing they didn't even know the guy's name. For some reason that bothered them. Damon could barely remember names anyways. He was so horrible with names. It's the reason he had nicknames for everyone. A name over five letters, especially foregin complicated names, he came up with a sweet cute short version that he could at least remember for the adventure in the morning.
Better late than never. Damon quickly made up an excuse besides he always forgot that part, "You didn't give me a chance to introduce myself! Just shutting me off so I have to take the time to defend myself instead of saying, 'I'm Damon. What is your sweet name dollface?" Oops, he forgot not to use that anymore. One of his friends that were girls had told him that it was a big no on that part. Doll was apparantly this really big explantion of degrading and putting women in a place where they were like 'any other girl' though he seriously disagreed. If he didn't like them, he didn't call them dollface. It was as simple as that. He always thought it was a type of compliment, but he guessed that women thought in a completely different direction. He did have an excellent line for the next part, smiling mischeviously, "Because you're worth it." In the end, that was his ultimate prize. Doing it because she was worth it.
Man whore? Damon didn't understand the term at the least. If a whore was someone who had sex for money, would a man whore be a male prostitute? That's what he always thought. Considering that, he gave a half smile, "It's a damned good thing that I'm not a man whore then! Now that you've clarified that, I ask you the same question." He told her, feeling as if he should skip merrily and dance in front of her, as that was the kind of feeling that this taunting and trying for her gave him. It was strange and bizzare, but considering that he felt that same feeling when he was high, he just assumed it was a good thing. I NEED A CHANGE AND I NEED IT FAST [/color][/size] i know that any day could be the last[/font] [/center] |
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Post by faylinn on Jul 8, 2011 4:32:37 GMT
you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - - Faylinn, as she watched him closely, vulture-like, she noticed a small smirk cross his face. And personally, Faylinn found the sight rather revolting. Though it was a facial expression Faylinn utilized often, she felt that on anyone but her, it was a hideous look. It was true, Faylinn was beautiful and she knew it. She flawless skin which was as smooth as porcelain, her full lips, her electric blue eyes, and her curvy yet skinny figure, each feature was perfection. The only Faylinn truly disliked about herself was her less than average height. Faylinn ran one of her dainty hands through her silky, platinum blonde hair, watching the man before her closely. Picking up on his slight pained face, she gripped him harder. It wasn't until her hand began to feel warm that she pulled away. She narrowed her eyes, realizing that the person standing next to her wasn't human. She didn't find his pain appealing, as she would if he were human. And the warm that radiated from him screamed supernatural.
Faylinn eyed him suspiciously, clenching her fists slightly. Faylinn was an easily frustrated person and this man's qualities truly pissed her off. She arched an eyebrow as he came up with an excuse as to why he didn't initially introduce himself. She scoffed at his pathetic explanation. Did he take her for an idiot? This man, Damon, must not have been the most intelligent of people. She smiled cruelly, taking a step closer to him. ”Ever call me dollface again and I'll punch you in the face. The name's Faylinn. We clear?” Faylinn spat at him fiercely. Her shocking blue eyes searched his face. Faylinn knew full well that close up, her pale blue eyes were harsh and tended to scare people. She took a step back and watched him, an angry growl forming in the back of her throat. Her small hands curled themselves into fists, ready to hit Damon square in the jaw. She knew full well that he was over a foot taller than her, but it wasn't like she cared. She stood facing him straight on, glaring at him menacingly. She grinded her teeth slightly, trying to retain her anger.
”I'm worth it? Are you high or have you ignored everything I've said to you?”Faylinn snarled at him threateningly. She wasn't some idiotic chick he could pick up on his walk with a few over used pick up lines. Faylinn gazed at him for a moment or two before speaking once more. ”What are you?” Faylinn asked bluntly. She knew that he wasn't human, or she'd be feeding by now. No, he wasn't something else. The warmth that emanated from him was physical, and she didn't enjoy it. She had her guesses about him, but she had to know for sure. Certain types of people she refused to associate with, like angels. She hated the damn lot of them. She scanned him once more, trying to figure it out.
Faylinn laughed loudly as he claimed to not be a man whore. She laughter came out as high pitched and shrill, almost demented. No one ever heard her real laughter, seeing how she hasn't truly laughed since the accident that happened all those years ago. The accident that harden Faylinn to emotion, to feeling. It's true, Faylinn has never been the same since. She's cut off her ability to connect to another being. And that was probably a large part why she was being so bitchy towards Damon and why she was being completely unsympathetic in his efforts. The other part was that she refused to ever be used. This was something she promised herself as a young child when she saw it amongst characters on the TV. And though she knew it was fake, Faylinn also realized that it truly did happen to people. Faylinn made herself many promises at a young age, but many of them she had broken, or would simply never come true. Like finding her soulmate. Faylinn scoffed at the thought internally. The idea of her falling in love, or finding another to actually love her, was completely impossible.
Faylinn arched an eyebrow at Damon. Was he the type to take an insult like 'man whore' literally so he could say that he didn't sell his body, he simply gave it away. Faylinn could play his game. ”I understand. You are not a man whore, you are much worse. You don't sell yourself, you choose to simply give it away instead. Well luckily I don't have time for that either, seeing how you won't being getting in my pants while I still have a pulse.” Faylinn smirked, standing in front of him, practically challenging him to try and find way around that one. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION. |
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Post by damon on Jul 8, 2011 6:48:39 GMT
I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHO I AM [/color][/font] its time for me to take a stand[/center] It was funny. About three weeks ago, he didn't know the special powers of his blood. No one else had really touched his blood. When he touched his own from a bad fight, it felt like the same body tempature. When he discovered what his blood was capable of, it made so much more sense when his enemy got blood on their fist and gripped it in more pain that Damon had expected. Thank goodness that worked to his advantage. He learned from playing rough with his sister that it didn't work for other firetamers. He supposed that the fire element had saved him from becoming a bloodsucking leech. Damn, it was frightning to think he was that close to becoming a walking dead. Now he made a 'uh oh' voice when he felt the skin break and she jerked her hand back. That had to be frustrating for her, but all the same time, she probably shouldn't have been grabbing him that hard. She narrowed her eyes at him and he simply shrugged, "Don't look at me like that. You did that." He didn't say it rudely. In fact, it was quite cheery with just a hint of his smile on his face.
He had gotten bad reactions from doll, but not one like that before. He was half tempted to lean in and kiss her for how close she was getting, but the ice eyes stopped him in his tracks. Those were damn scray crystals she had in her eye sockets. It gave him the feeling he was in the middle of a horror movie, surrounded by darkness and mist, hearing something but not being able to see it. Since Damon just learned about supernaturals, he was trying to remember if some had that ability. The first thing that popped into his mind was quickly dismissed from the lack of violet eyes. Eh, he didn't know. Maybe she just did that. He didn't back away though. Oh no, that was just too easy. So much more was left to be said. "If you had given me your name, I would have had to call you doll." Which was a lie. He probably still would have out of habit, but she had no proof agains thim. Damon was just the fabulous little liar after so much pratice.
Faylinn. How was he going to shorten that up? There was no way that was going to be stuck plain into his head. "Can I call you Fay? I love the name Fay." He told her with a wide smile. Damon actually didn't think he could actually love something that was only a name, but that usually got girls to melt and accept his offer. Since Faylinn was clearly unlike other girls, it could end in some other way. In fact, he was expecting it to end in a different way. He was quite aware that since his doll comment, a fist was loaded into her hand waiting for the moment to strike. Knowing Damon, she wasn't going to leave him before giving him a good hit, which was exactally what he needed, but getting hit by girls didn't bother him. It was like insults. Just went over his head. Hurt a little more physically though. That was also not his concern.
High? Please, didn't this girl know that the sun was still up and there was no way he could be high with the sun still up. Unless it was super early in the morning and he had a late night, but it wasn't that early. Damon probably wouldn't have been up, despite what call he had gotten from the fellow friend from high school. "Nah, you're just playing hard to get. Or have no interest in me. Either way, it can be changed." He told her with a devilish grin. This was actualy getting fun. The banter and him having to quickly come up with something. Quite honestly, this was becoming like a game for him. Pratice for when the police one day cuaght him and he had to come up with a massive but believable story. He had his liar face down. Now all he needed was an explanation and excuse for everything he said. That shouldn't be too hard. Her next blunt question did take him back a little bit though. So this chica was a supernatural, hm? Must have been the blood. He was lucky she wasn't human so she didn't raise too many awful questions, "Why don't we discuss what I am over dinner? Maybe you can share your story." He suggested. He was quite interested because after finding out he was not the only supernatural, he wanted to meet them all.
Maybe it was just him, but free was better. When you went to the store, you wanted to get as much as free as you could, right? Her theory didn't make sense to him, as giving was also considered a good trait. Might as well point those two out plus more, "Giving is a positive trait in a person, my dear Fay." He started, "But you don't know I want in your pants. I never said that." Did he? His mind was so focused on what to say in the future that the stuff in the past was a blur. It wasn't like he had a list of what he said and look over it real quick. He had to assume. Maybe he implied it, which he knew was a bad plan. Some girls have tried to tell him he implied that after the night of fun, they were going to date. Damon made sure he said no such thing. Dating sucked. There was no point to it. Dating people were miserable and cheated. Married people were miserable and cheated. Single was just better. Why did all these stupid chicks want some sort of relationship? There was no positive. They had best friends to talk to and friends with benifits with to cuddle and have sex with. Wasn't that all what a partner was? I NEED A CHANGE AND I NEED IT FAST [/color][/size] i know that any day could be the last[/font] [/center] |
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Post by faylinn on Jul 8, 2011 19:47:57 GMT
you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - - Faylinn looked at Damon incredulously. Faylinn could not believe that he just said that to her. ”Excuse me, it wasn't my fiery blood that practically burned my hand.” Faylinn snapped. She looked down at her hands and noticed that she chipped her nails. Faylinn scoffed, knowing that that would bother her OCD badly. Faylinn needed everything perfect, or else she'd be unable to concentrate properly on anything else. Faylinn tried shoving her hands in her pockets to get them out of her mind. But it only lasted a moment or two before she pulled her hand out again to look at her nails. For the first time since she had met Damon, she couldn't think about him at all. Faylinn stared down at her hands and sighed loudly. She bit her bottom lips and realized she was in the middle of “conversation.”
Faylinn tried desperately to stop thinking of her nails, and looked once more at Damon. He was smiling like a moron, most likely unaware that she was moments away from punching him in the face. Faylinn took a deep breath, glanced down on her nails, and tried to smooth her face. If Faylinn let Damon bother her too much she may go too far. She flipped her hair behind her shoulder and caught of her nails again. She tired once again to push it from her mind. ”Don't try to blame me for things that are your fault, like our late introductions.” She hissed at him. Suddenly it dawned on her. Burning blooding... Faylinn scowled at him. ”You're a firetamer.” She said, not asked. She was certain of it. No one but that type of being had fire running through their veins. Faylinn was actually shocked that she hadn't figured it out sooner. He, on the other hand, would most likely have trouble figuring out that she was a faerie. Besides her hunger for human emotions, she would appear as an average human. Faylinn hated the thought of being compared to a mere human though, seeing how she was much better than that.
Faylinn scoffed, rolling her eyes, when he asked if calling her Fay was okay. She almost laughed at the ridiculous idea. ”No. My name is Faylinn, not Fay. Don't try giving me a nickname so you can remember it. It's two syllables, get it right.” Faylinn told him harshly. Faylinn hated nicknames with a passion. She hated the familiarity a nickname gave, and most of all, she hated the way “Fay” sounded. Faylinn had a beautiful name and it matched her physical beauty perfectly.
When Damon asked her to tell him her story, she scoffed. The only part of her story that she would be willing to tell another was boring and uninteresting. Faylinn watched him coldly, processing why he so desperately wished to go dinner. Then she could have smacked herself. ”Or we could not go to dinner, and I could not tell you my story and you could leave me alone. Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't drink.” Which was true. Faylinn hated the taste of alcoholic drinks, so she never drank anything. Not that she truly cared. She wasn't going to be dumb enough to impaired her inhibitions with alcohol. Faylinn scoffed at Damon, finding it almost humorous that he thought he could actually get her drunk, let alone to go anywhere with him. Except maybe a nail salon. And with that thought, Faylinn looked down at her nails again and actually pouted a bit. She rarely pouted, except when she was really stuck with what to do and it was bothering her OCD.
”Oh, and I'm not playing hard to get. I'm simply not interested in you. And that won't change.” She told him bluntly. Faylinn watched him, with a little curiosity. Why was he so damn persistent? And why did he refuse to be in a relationship. Faylinn had her reasons, but what were his. Faylinn slowly sat back down on the swing. Faylinn hated people, so she didn't want to be in a relationship, but he obviously didn't have the same motives. Unless he hated people too, and just enjoyed sex. Faylinn either way was slightly confused, but she wouldn't ask. She didn't care enough.
Faylinn rolled her eyes. Giving is a positive trait her ass. ”Being a walking STD isn't. But if you don't have one, don't bother telling me. I don't care.” Faylinn spat back. It was true, he was not only having sex with all of those girls, but with each of their partners and so on. That is disgusting, and he was bound to contract an STD that way. But if he was yet to have one, Faylinn honestly didn't need to know. That was way too personal for her preference. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION. |
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Post by damon on Jul 8, 2011 23:44:43 GMT
I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHO I AM [/color][/font] its time for me to take a stand[/center] Serious, she was blaming him? He shook his head in a 'tsk tsk' type of way, looking the way she was staring at her nails. She looked really worried. What? They were going to grow back. Damon thought he picked well, but maybe not if this was one of those 'crap I broke a nail' kind of girls. It wouldn't stop him from going after her (especially not now) but it would be a very bitter disappointment. They were usually picky and snappy throughout the entire thing. Not the picky and snappy like Faylinn was acting like. No, he could handle that. What he couldn't handle was the high pitch squeaking of endless complaints about useless information. At least Faylinn was snapping at an annoying creep who wouldn't leave her alone. Damon may have not seen it that way, but that's how it was.
In a very smart allic tone, he told her, "If you didn't put it there, it wouldn't have burned. I don't know what to tell you. You attacked me." In a sense, it had been true. Though Damon tossed playful banter at her, he still hadn't touched her. Digging nails into somebody's back was frowned upon by society. Damon knew a lot of that law, since he usually broke it so much he wanted to know how to find loopholes or good excuses if or when he was caught. There was a difference between a threat, an assult, and a battery. He knew the differences and a battery was most serious in all of those. Still, he wasn't too stupid as to turn her in. That's what arrogant useless people did when they didn't have any lives except to sue others for small mishaps. That and Damon would be the last guy to head up to the police at will. Honestly, if something bad would happen to someone, he would call a friend, and have the friend call the police.
Well she connected the dots. He was a firetamer. As she said it, though with the same venoum she had been giving him this whole time, he bowed with a great swoop of his upper torso then up again. "You're very bright. Bright and beauitful." He told her with a crooked grin. Now he was starting to mess with her. She was all too fun as not to be temporarly played with. At the same time if he got a dinner date for completely ignoring her insults, than that was just a better bonus. This was all too much fun. Damon hadn't had this much fun hitting on a girl in a couple of years. Considering he had been a complete man slut- a name he made up for himself- for three or four years, a couple of years had been about half of his years messing around with everything that was on two legs. Just imagine the caous of bisexual. That was something he wasn't going to experiment with.
Aw, poor Faylinn thought he was going to give into the non nickname calling. Honestly, he wouldn't remember it any other way. Fay was short and sweet. This girl was neither, but that's what made the name so fun! It was such an ironic twist of events. He wouldn't be more surprised if her name had been flower. Now Rose fit because she was beauitful but had the most evil thorns on the face of the earth. She kept looking bothered. Was it the nails? He decided to wing it. "Did you know that nails grow back?" He asked, mockingly and bright. Although he was having fun, he wasn't making much progress on the asking her out thing. How long was he going to have to do this? It was dangerous behavoir for Damon to get rejected the way he did. He didn't understand what more she could want. He was perfect. "You don't have to drink. If you're really against dinner, how about a movie? A show? A... I would hate it but if you insist we could even torture me through an art muesum." Damon hated museums. They got all angry when you were touching one of the paintings. Stupid people.
If she wasn't play to get, what was she playing? The no interest game, eh? If she really had no interest or at least amusment in the conversation, she really could get away from him if she wanted to. Stop talking and Damon would eventually give up, maybe try a couple of more times at a later time and date, but finally admit that she didn't know what was good for her. Such a harsh life. "Aww, you've got to have a little more interest in me. You wouldn't have stuck around so long." He told her, playing the card he was thinking. Damon wasn't really the fighter to let things in and use them later. He beat all of them out now so that there wouldn't have to be a later. He could always just make new cards to play for later. It wasn't hard.
Why did everyone think that Damon had an STD? Even though she said she didn't want to hear it, he ignored her and leaned into her to make it more of a taunting sing song whisper, "I've been tested and I have no sign of STD's whats so ever. No pregnant women either. I'm a safe guy. You also still have no proof I want to get in your pants. You avoided that Ms. Fay." Oh, now it was just screwing with her. He was going to, by the end of the day, going to get punched right in the face so hard. However, everything now was worth it. Smoking was going to give him lung cancer, but he still thought it was worth living large instead of living long and boring. I NEED A CHANGE AND I NEED IT FAST [/color][/size] i know that any day could be the last[/font] [/center] |
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Post by faylinn on Jul 10, 2011 13:33:10 GMT
you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - - Faylinn glanced back at her nails again, and stared at them more a much longer time. They were starting to irritate her OCD quite badly, and Faylinn had to tear her eyes away from them. Some of her nails had chipped nail polished and others were shorter then the rest. And some hadn't even broken evenly! Faylinn was about to scream they were bothering her so much. She clenched her hands into fists, trying to move her thoughts else where. She needed to get over her OCD, it was too unhealthy. And this could be a good first step. Get over her nails, and she could continue till she got over it completely.
”You deserved it for being an irritating creep.” Faylinn retorted bitterly. She knew this wasn't entirely true. Even if Damon was annoying as shit, Faylinn had to admit that digging her nails into his shoulder wasn't the kindest of things to do. Not that Faylinn was kind, but she likes to think that she was fair. Though Faylinn knew that Damon would never say anything, physically injuring him wasn't her smartest move. Plus she ruined her nails.
When he told her she was bright and beautiful, Faylinn rolled her eyes. Did he honestly think that empty compliments would get him anywhere. Faylinn was positive that she wasn't the first girl he has hit on, nor would she be the last. Faylinn hated players and she didn't understand why he wouldn't give up. Hadn't she made it obvious that she would not go on a date with him. If she hadn't yet, she definitely would make sure she did. ”I'm a faerie by the way.” Faylinn told him carelessly.
Faylinn looked at her nails again, finding it harder and harder to pull her thoughts away from them. Suddenly Faylinn looked at Damon, her eyes giving away her anger. He had decided to mock without any understanding of what was wrong. ”Do you even have any idea why I'm so fucking bothered? If not, shut your mouth.” Faylinn spat venomously. She hated being taunted about her OCD, especially if the person had no idea about her illness. She knew it was serious and probably caused part of her terrible attitude, but she refused to take medication. Faylinn was oddly determined to defeat it herself.
While Faylinn was pissed about his mocking, he proposed a date again. Faylinn looked at him like he honestly insane. She was convinced now that he had a mental disorder worse than hers. ”I'm not going to go out with you.” Faylinn snapped at him harshly. But it was true. That last thing she wanted to do was go out with him. And she knew he was only still here because she was good looking. He definitely wasn't interested in her personality. So he was simply trying to figure out a way to go somewhere with her, hoping that afterwards she would agree to what he wanted.
Faylinn arched an eyebrow towards Damon, before smiling her twisted smile once more. Faylinn began to laugh in his face. It was high pitched a shrill, as always. She couldn't help but to continue laughing like this. Faylinn had to admit even to herself that she laugh had a creepy, menacing feel. But of course it wasn't her real laugh. Faylinn could barely remember her actual laugh, she hadn't honestly laughed in so long. Yet she had to admit she found what he said almost funny, in her twisted little way. Faylinn calmed her strident laughter enough to respond to him. ”I'm using you to cure my boredom. You are only one step above being completely bored. But if this hitting on me thing continues, I am going to leave. It is getting old.” Faylinn said finally sobering up. She went back to her passive, indifferent expression.
Faylinn scoffed. It wasn't like that was a difficult feat. It's called a condom. Then she realized he called her Fay again. She looked at him harshly. She really would give him a good punch in the face before she left. Faylinn suddenly thought of a question that might just make him leave. But with this one, she'd never be sure. ”If you aren't interested that like you say, why are you so intent on going on a date with me? I can't believe you 'want to get to know me better.' I'm aware that I'm a bitch. So tell me, why do you want to go on a date?” Faylinn asked him coolly. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION. |
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Post by damon on Jul 10, 2011 19:57:12 GMT
I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHO I AM [/color][/font] its time for me to take a stand[/center] So she did see him as a creep. It was understandable. Damon liked to think of himself as persistant and hardworking. If everyone didn't try at the impossible, no one would get anywhere. There was some things that were truely impossible- like slamming revolving doors and Damon Ellis having a bigger ego- but he could still attempt at a couple. This girl would be labeled impossible for any ordinary person, but Damon thought perhaps he could be an only exception. So far, it was not going well. The progress he had made was zip, but at the same time, he didn't want to give up this soon. He was going to give up when he made no progress and walked away. Even if there was a hint of progress and she walked away, he'd probably try to find her at a later date to try to see if he could take off where he left off. Sometimes, he had to admit defeat. Other times, he was overly determined.
Still, creep was a little of an overestimate in Damon's great powerful opinion, "No, a creep would have kissed you when you were closer to me. I'm resisting a lot you know." In reality, he was actually holding back very little. Damon hardly ever pulled back with anything. Every once in a while, he found himelf watching what he said, but that had only happened about twice in his entire life. He was quite known for speaking without thinking, which did lead him up into trouble. Acting without thinking about it happened too, but he managed to control his actions a little more than his words. Actions just for some reason seemed more important than the useless words coming out of his mouth. Though it wasn't true, he was very much a 'sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me' kind of guy. Hard to insult a man who thought of himself as a perfect person.
So, he was dealing with a faerie? He was quite proud of himself. Damon would have kicked himself if he discovered she was something that would have been physically obvious. Ripped out wings, wings, and purple eyes were a lot of the physical looks. He couldn't find a way to identify a faerie just by looking at her. Some little voice that came in the form of Vi whispered lightly in his head Don't become obsessed with a faerie. It can be extremely dangerous. However, much like the majority of voices resting within his head, he ignored it. He wasn't going to become obsessed with her. Damon didn't know it, but he was already obsessed with another faerie. Rissa. He had no idea that he was, but she seemed to be at the back of his mind constantly. It was only times like these where he could forget and focus on the new prize at hand. "Hm, dangerous. But frisky." He teased with a large smile.
She flipped at his random fact of the day that nails do indeed grow back. Was she offended? He looked over, trying to see them closer to see the large deal about them. Were they fake? She was pissed because she had just gotten them on for a lot of money and they end up breaking and melting when they came in contact with hot blood. It didn't even occur to him that pieces of artifical nail could be running through him. Still, that was quite a reaction to a broken fake nail. "Oh come on, you know shutting my mouth is impossible. I thought that was obvious." Damon hardly ever was silent. Every once in a while, he even found himself talking to himself when he wasn't with anyone else. His mind was always racing in it's own conversations. Really, he was just a giant chatterbox. That's why he prefered to ask questions instead of having to explain things.
Wow, this girl was as stubborn as Damon was! She kept saying no even though he had made an excuse for every reason not to. There was no logical reason why not. She got a free dinner. Damon refused to let woman pay for dinner unless they were so freaky weird that they looked like they'd scream at him otherwise. He was all for guys paying for girls. It was like his job. She gave him a good time, he gave her food. It was simple and easy as that. He frowned at her, the first frown since meeting up with her, and he realized that his cheeks were roaring hurt for how much he was smiling and smirking at her with what he said. There was nothing funny about rejection. She said it so harshly. It was like the laugh she carried. Whenever she did it, he felt she should hold a red posionious apple smiling 'take a bite' with crows flying all around her. Surprisingly enough though, he managed to make a small smile when she told him he was curing her boredom. So there was amusment she was finding in him? This, to Damon, was good.
He made a taunting smile at her before saying, "So you admit that I'm entertaining? See, if we went out just once I could entertain you for the rest of the night. I wouldn't be hitting on you anymore, and I'm just as amusing when I'm not begging you just to give me a chance." There, he took that and threw it back at her. He felt that conversations like these were like fucking magical fights. When the person would throw a ball of magicalness to the other one, then they would catch it, make it bigger, and throw it back. In a sense, both of them were magical beings. A faerie's heated words versus a fiery fast firetamer was totally episode movie worthy. The proposition he thought had been pretty clever on his part. Perhaps it was just his ego strengthing by itself. How could she argue with such logic besides she didn't want to?
Now she threw one back that stumped him for a bit. Damn it. She knew she was a bitch. He may have tos suck up to her and play a very bull shit card, but as long as he could lie his way to making it sound like it was truth, he was sure he could do it. It took a little bit to get him going, but then words exploded out of his mouth as fast as he thought of them. Impromptu to the extreme. "I'm just... very interested in trying new people. All kinds of people. I also... believe that every bitch has some sort of side they are afraid to show. I want to get to know you, not nessasarly sleep with you" He lied. Thinking of another brillaint line, he added for effect, "Besides, you're not nearly the worst I've been through." That line was so brilliant because it was true. Damon could think of one. She wasn't mean like Faylinn was. In fact, Damon wished she had been. He was reffering to his ex girlfriend who ripped his heart out and ate it in front of him. There wasn't a lot of emotional trama when it came to Damon. So having that meant he was hurt quite a bit. I NEED A CHANGE AND I NEED IT FAST [/color][/size] i know that any day could be the last[/font] [/center] |
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Post by faylinn on Jul 18, 2011 20:58:30 GMT
you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - - Faylinn scoffed. ”Congratulations, you are a creep with self control.” she snapped at him. He was really irritating her, and she was about to walk away when he had said that. Faylinn couldn't not respond to that. Faylinn suddenly glanced at her nails again. They really were a wreck, and Faylinn was shocked that Damon was idiotic enough that he couldn't figure out why it bothered her. Wasn't it obvious by her obsession with her jagged nails that she had OCD. It wasn't one of Faylinn's secrets. And Faylinn was convinced her only flaw was her OCD. Which was why she was so determined to overcome it.
Faylinn sighed, knowing Damon was trying to think of all the things, not to do around a faerie. Faerie's are stereotypically bad, so he would be mulling over all the bad things her species can do to someone. Like make the other person obsessed with them. Of course, Damon is that last person Faylinn ever wanted obsessed with her, so she'd be sure to avoid him. When he pointed out her dangerous side, Faylinn smirked. ”So you know that if we were to go on a date, you may just become obsessed with me.” There we go! Maybe he'll finally give up now. It was true, there was no doubt about it. If they went on a date and Faylinn embraced him or vice versa, he would be obsessed with her. Faylinn couldn't help it, it simply happened with faeries. And Faylinn doubted Damon wanted to be attached to one girl.
Faylinn looked at him dangerously when he claimed he couldn't shut his mouth. ”If you really must talk, then next time you speak, don't mock my OCD.” Faylinn hissed at him. Faylinn was a girl who knew she was perfect, so when people pointed out her only flaw and mocked it, it pissed her off. A lot. Most people were insecure about their flaws, Faylinn flipped shit over them. She could be said to be over dramatic. Faylinn referred to it as being a perfectionist.
Suddenly he tired once more to ask her out. Faylinn was pretty much at her breaking point for being icy. She was about to be a complete bitch if he didn't stop. ”Why don't you go fuck yourself instead of trying to fuck me?!” Faylinn finally snapped. She was so close to just punching him and leaving it at that. She was just afraid that that wouldn't make him give up. Faylinn couldn't imagine what she would do after that if he continued being so persistent, besides just plainly killing him. ”And if you need a reason, how about this: I simply don't want to.” Faylinn said coldly.
Faylinn snorted at his retort. Like anyone believed that kind of bullshit. ”No, I'm straight up bitch. And believe me, keep pushing and I'll get much worse.” Faylinn spat icily. Faylinn looked at her nails again. Were these some sort of sick punishment? She didn't believe in a God necessarily, but she thought there was some sort of other worldly power. There were guardians angels, so she asumed there was some sort of controlling power up there. And it was punishing her for some reason Faylinn knew not. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION. |
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Post by damon on Jul 19, 2011 0:45:08 GMT
I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHO I AM [/color][/font] its time for me to take a stand[/center] Heh, self control was something that he had very little of and he knew it. Really, it had been a lie from the beginning. Yes, he was resiting the urge to jump, but he was quite easy with resisting this urge. In fact, most of the time he was having to act like he was a guy who wouldn't use the girl and throw her away. Obviously he wsn't one of those guys. If he could, he would be out of there right after, but usually he tried not to be completely heartless and wait till morning. Sometimes when they wouldn't wake up, he would be out of there by then but considering that he slept until noon or so, that didn't happen very often. "Creeps have no self control. That's why they are creeps. How am I a creep?" He asked, tilting his head. If she could come up with the reasons he could of, he was doing a lot of what the hero in the movies did, and people thought he was romantic. Though Damon knew this was far from romantic, that wouldn't really be his point, now would it?
Damon was determined, but there was no way he could become obsessed with her. He was in denile of being obsessed with Rissa, so there was no way he would get himself to believe that he would become obsessed with her. Faeries that could make people do that was just a bunch of myths. Damon had heard a couple of them with the supernatural community. For example- firetamers could make walking fire demons. As bad ass as that would be, Damon knew there was no way that was possible. His enourmous Ellis family would have figured that out by now. They were all firetamers. So her saying that couldn't help but make him laugh out loud, "Please,I could never obsess over one woman. Obsession isn't my thing. I don't like clingy people. So you must come to dinner with me." Besides, in all fairness, if he could have been obsessed with her, it wouldn't be any different from the way he was behaving now.
Of course Damon had to must talk, hadn't she been listening. Stupidly, Damon didn't know what OCD was. Though combined with the nails not being perfect and her bitchy mood, he could very easily guessed. He was very un-educated and stupid when it came to things you learned in first grade. He was the dumb blonde in the male world. However, since she was already making fun of him, he was determined not to give her a reason to. That was one thing that Damon did hate. It was embarassing himself by not knowing something. He was stupid. Damon didn't think he was. He thought he just knew all the good stuff, but in reality, everyone but him really knew the truth. Was there no pill or anything for it? Most diseases like that helped. "How was I suppose to know what you had? For all I knew you were just finding reasons to be pissy." He told her, trying to defend himself for not seeing 'the obvious'.
Oh, how original. Like Damon hadn't heard the term 'go fuck yourself' before. He heard it so many times that he also liked to finish the line 'go-' and then cut them off with 'yes yes, fuck myself.' Well guess he was going to have to now, "Because it's no fun." He said in the same tone a voice a five year old might have used. He still didn't believe that she didn't want a date with him. Who didn't want a date with Damon Ellis? It was impossible. Everyone loved him. Everyone wanted to be with him or be him in the guys case. Then she went on thinking she was the biggest badest bitch in the world. Damon rolled his eyes and laughed out loud once again. Oh, she could get no where near his meter if she killed him. "Okay, you're no where near the worst. Did that clarify it?" He asked in a taunting tone, not sure if he was hitting on her anymore. If she agreed at this point, he actually might ditch it. Just to know if she would say yes now. I NEED A CHANGE AND I NEED IT FAST [/color][/size] i know that any day could be the last[/font] [/center] |
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Post by faylinn on Jul 22, 2011 1:40:59 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN ` YOU'RE JUST A LOVELY IDEA OF ONE WHO I ACCIDENTALLY LOVED AND GAVE EVERYTHING TO BECOME THE GIRL ON THE PIANO BENCH SINGING ALL OF
HER TEARS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - away | | [atrb=width,240] Faylinn scoffed, wishing someone would pass through and save her from her misery. No one had ever irritated her so much as Damon did. It took a lot of will power not to simply punch him in the face. That only reason she didn't was because she wasn't in the mood to break her nails. They were already pretty bad, Faylinn wasn't going to make it worse for herself. ”Not necessarily.” she replied coolly. Which as true. He was a creep, but was smart enough to know not to get physical immediately.
Faylinn laughed harshly, surprised he didn't believe her. Did he truly think that she was kidding? Faylinn was quite sure it was a well known fact that faeries were easy to obsess over. She was certain that he was an idiot, but to ignore the fact that faeries were capable of making others obsess over them was simply ignorant. Damon had to have at least enough sense to realize that she wasn't lying. Faylinn rolled her eyes and looked away from him. He was starting to really bore her now. Everything he was saying as beginning to be predictable. ”You can't control when a faerie makes you obsessed with her.” she said monotonously. Faylinn sighed and hoped desperately for him to leave. She was being lazy, and didn't want to get up. Faylinn was always incredibly lazy actually, normally reluctant to exert energy.
Faylinn felt like hitting her head against wall every time she heard that irritating voice of his. Damon was so annoying, and Faylinn didn't know how to turn him down anymore? She'd never go on a date with a man whore like him and she didn't know why he couldn't put that together. She watched him as he quickly pieced together what OCD was. ”Idiot” Faylinn thought to herself. Suddenly Faylinn thought she heard a hint of anger in his voice. A reason just to be pissy? ”Not this time, but I do that often.” Faylinn snapped at him.
Faylinn sent him daggers. ”No matter what you say, I will never go on a date with you.” Faylinn said icily. Fun? He thought this was fun? That truly pissed Faylinn off so much. Using her for his amusement really irritated her. Even though that happened to be what she was doing now, she wouldn't except someone else doing it to her. She was way to high and mighty for that! Faylinn that she was too good to be used, unlike a man whore like Damon. | [atrb=width,140]words ,418 words tagged ,Damon notes ,aish no muse  | | [cs=2] |
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Post by damon on Jul 22, 2011 2:40:11 GMT
I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHO I AM [/color][/font] its time for me to take a stand[/center] She avoided the question and he couldn't help but think very typical of her. In fact, if it had been an answer to his question, it would have worked in his favor, but considering in the first impression that she wasn't an idiot, he figured that wasn't the case. She was probably just slipping the other question right by. A good man might have ignored her ignorance and contiuned on with the conversation. Better yet, not say a word at all. Since Damon was anything but a good man, he taunted, "Not nessasarly a creep. That's what I like to hear." He was sure that the fact he said 'want to hear' would bug and annoy her. Damon did the same thing with his siter, though he knew if push came to shove, Aphrodite would have his back for everything if he needed it. He would have hers. Damon did love his sister, despite how much they liked to bicker and fight each other. There had been many times he wanted to lite her on fire, but decided that she was pratically the only woman he cared about.
Damon not being able to control something was just un-comprehendable. He could control everything except free will of other people. Damon knew that he could control himself. Just trying to picutre himself not being able to do something wasn't really on his mind. There was no way possible. He was Damon the invincable! That stuff just didn't happen. Not to mention that Damon was the last person on Earth that Rissa probably wanted obsessing over her. She almost knocked as hard as Faylinn did. Rissa ended up punching Damon in the face. Right before she stabbed someone else in the head. He was glad he had been the first picked. "I have no proof of that. I really don't think I should worry about you... unless you want me to become obsessed with you." He teased, leaning his head interestingly as if she wanted that sort of thing.
See, obviously Damon hadn't been completely wrong! Faylinn had just found reasons to become angry and upset. He just had no idea that there was some creepy disease. Damon really needed to look up that on the internet when he returned home. That and monarcy were coming hand in hand from an earlier conversation. When she announced that there was just no way in blazing hell she was going to go on a date with him, looking as if she might explode, he heard someone call out his first and last name. His gaze looked up over Faylinn and turned terrified. Some very angry red head was stomping towards him, her heels kicking in grass as she did so. She approached him and slapped him hard across the cheek and Damon's eyes got a little watery. Worst part of all of it was, he was trying to figure out who this chick was. Obviously someone holding a grudge. "Damon fucking Ellis! You told me you would call!" She yelled rather loudly, everyone turning to stare.
Damon didn't mind crowds, but he didn't really like her doing this in front of someone he was trying to convince of a one night stand. "I said nothing. I said I could call you." She spat something back at him almost at once, "I thought that was being playful!" But before Damon could respond, she swung her purse hard at him, giving him only a chance to swing back. He missed it by a hair. She swung again and he had no choice. Damon had to flee. He waved briefly to Faylinn before high tailing it the other way, leaving the girl chasing him like normal all the way home. Typical day of Damon Ellis.
Done I NEED A CHANGE AND I NEED IT FAST [/color][/size] i know that any day could be the last[/font] [/center] |
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