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Post by ROXANA KISSLINGER on Feb 19, 2010 0:24:48 GMT -5
 MY MIGHTIEST WEAPON WAS MY ★ - - - ★ - - - ★ - - - ★ CONFIDENCEShe had no idea why, not even the smallest inkling why. But yet she had done it; Pulled up her blinds to view the overcast day, put down her latest book about a German lady who bathed in Virgin blood, and left her room. Before she knew it, her legs took her beyond the silent, dark hallways of her home. Down the twenty-seventy stairs crafted in dark oak, her feet covering their gold detailing without care. Landing in the gigantic foyer with an echo that bounced around the deserted, darkened room inlaid with expensive furniture, gleaming marble floors, and pillars of granite. Stopping for the tenth of a second to eye around the room, should she take something with her? Turning into the left room themed in Valentine's bright red, blood red, and gold; Her hands flung for the check book, euros, then her body reversed to the exit. Exerting her body's weight into the broad oak door that matched her stairs, swinging them open then closed without a word.
A little blue jacket, along with furry brown boots was all that accompanied her besides her normal skirt, thigh-highs, short-sleeve shirt combination. Romania and Italy were surprisingly similar in the winter, but the former was darker, windier, and if possible longer. This weather was nothing too special, the overhanging clouds covering the early afternoon in a graying shadow made it a good day (in her mind) for a walk. Where to? Slowing down, Hands recoiling into the soft velvet lined pockets, in thought. Her eyebrows wiggling up in down questioningly, mouth in a puckered state. In it's warm cave her left hand brushed against an object within her pocket, her eyebrows still wiggling quizzically. Though she paused in withdrawing the item, when her hand finally reacted it was a swift motion. In her closed hand was a piece of crumpled gold paper, and taking her other hand from it's hibernation she unfolded, smoothed, caressed the page flat. Her eyes rounding over an address, and few other printed words. . .
Welcome to... [/size] Room FATE[/font][/center] "Haaaaaaaaaaaaa?!" Her voice raised in utter astonishing surprise, and her face-- Oh ho ho. Her face scrunched up in an absolutely disgusted sneer: Eyes the size of tea saucers, Mouth agape and sliding off to the left side. Quite unpleasant to look at, and for the usually wondrous looking Teen Idol, It was horrifying. Eyes falling back into normal position, then the left began to twitch erratically. That didn't last very long, and soon it was over, her feet still moving forward. The face others were accustomed to giving a mischievous grin, reaching in her jacket to place the paper in a safe place. "I guess I'll be playing with some boys today, How fun." The sincerity in her voice failed, dripping with darkened sarcasm.
While anyone would think to knock at the door, it was a live-in house after all also. This little girlie bent into her aggressive personality instead grabbed the door, only to pull it open as if it was a shop. It's a business! Why should she knock? Not in the least subtle in her entrance, standing sweetly in the doorway, but what did she see!?
You tell me. . .
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Post by 660 on Feb 19, 2010 3:09:40 GMT -5
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Break the 4th Wall? I am the 4th Wall
Invisible Wall
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Angelo heard the front door open and slid his way on over to the kitchen entrance. Where was he? Cooking in the kitchen was what went on and cooking he was. The sudden sound of the door closing brought him to set everything aside for the time being. So what did the lovely lady find as she entered? A mansion filled with chatter, laughter and the sound of video games going on somewhere as the house filled with the fresh aroma of cookies being baked. You could say it was a nice setting to walk into as the entrance room was a massive yet elegant room holding tables rich in designs. All of the other club members were around doing their own thing as Angelo was generally the one closest to the front door. Vasili didn’t partake in cooking too much even though he was an extremely good cook, but Angelo was no slouch himself. Slowly, Angelo leaned up against the doorway frame as a charming smile gifted his face. This guy was dressed down in his usual lounge attire; rarely would he be seen in the club uniform since the kitchen stayed rather hot with the constant cooking. This lounge attire consisted of a white tank top, blue shorts and white bunny slippers while he wore an apron atop. The blue shorts were to match his blue eyes and for some reason he even had a blue ribbon tied around his black hair. His glasses sat in place though as he looked this girl up and down.
”Welcome to Room Fate; I’m Angelo.” Instead of the enthusiastic voice he played it calm and coolly. She seemed like the type to be a bit more serious, at least, not into the overly cute things he did at times. ”And who might you be beautiful?” was asked as smoothly as any human could get as a charming smile followed. Stars seemed to appear in the midst of his aura as planets seemed to align and say Oh… he’s good.’ Too good for his own good is what former teachers of Angelo would say. And even now this enigmatic man would remain shrouded; shrouded in an aura of infinite mystery. His words to this female were inviting, magnetic; as if he wanted to pull her close to embrace her. Angelo pulled off these feats with past thoughts of how he felt when he was in love. Then, fueled with those emotions, he projected them into everyday life to give his words passionate meaning. This guy could literally just say milk and it’d sound as if he wanted to cuddle and kiss under the sheets. All of this came from just his words. His gestures were knightly and if not equally as smooth as his words; they came a close second. After he spoke he took note of her clothing; taking in her appearance with his eyes oh so slowly. All that remained was for her to accept his invite into kitchen although something told him they wouldn’t stay there long. Whether it’d be because another Host would arrive to sweep her away or that the kitchen would become too boring was a mystery to the mystery.
You tell me; what is thy ladies next move?
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Post by ROXANA KISSLINGER on Feb 20, 2010 0:01:51 GMT -5
DO IT, DO IT Chu ~ ♡ ★ - - - ★ - - - ★ - - - ★ IT'S TRUE, TRUE, TRUE IT'S YOU A manly-maybe-man clad in apron, shorts, and bunny slippers, Wow. The girl's lips twitched to hold in laughter, but it was funny so why push herself!? "Fuuuufufufuufufuufuuu~ [/i]"[/color] Replacing the usual Hehehe with a Fufufu, her giggle sounded almost fangirlie instead of mocking as it was supposed to be. Stopping as he talked to her she observed him from head to toe, not listening to his polite words, but taking in the thoughts from her head. He's a bunny. Bunny. Bunny, Bunny. Buuunnnyyyyy. Fufufu. Bunny Slippers. Slippers of a bunny figure. Bunnnyyyy. He's talking you might want to listen, Possibly. No, I'll dote on the slippers a bit more. During her mental invoices, and the man's unanswered questions, Roxana moved forward. Her finger tapped it's side on her chin ever so slowly, Surveying the room ; Still not answering his words. Smiling, continuing to tap, unable to speak to him while her mind was twisted into it's own word of Bunnies and slippers. In silence Roxana paused her swaying steps, Staring him up and down again then raising her left orange eyebrow. Just around four minutes passed since he spoke before she gave words back, and now Roxana was directly infront of him; eying him. She wasn't a quiet person, but others could wait for her response; HER THOUGHT PROCESS CAME FIRST!! She wasn't stupid either, her brain simply had the habit of accumulating many many many many thoughts. "Îmi pare bine." She smiled to him leading him to misinterpret it as politeness, though it would be as close as she could get to the word polite. "R.O.X.A.N.A" She said her name like each letter was it's own name, writing each out in midair with her finger. He wouldn't forget it that way, and if he did She'd have no remorse guilt beating him. Remorse guilt!? Haha, funny. Like Roxanna would ever feel guilty about anything-- [/color] MUSIC★f(x);;Chu~
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