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Post by stephy on Sept 10, 2009 18:13:13 GMT -5
;; I'll try! I'll get on that in a bit then ;P. ;;
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Sept 11, 2009 12:22:49 GMT -5
OOC//: W00T! 8DDDD Can't wait to see your reply post to both this and FoF <3
BIC//:
“No, that’s alright.” Dylan shrugged, declining her offer to hold the feisty little kitten. She grinned and chuckled, nodding in understanding. He took a step closer to her, moving beside her, before taking a deep, steadying breath and saying, “So, wolf?” Trinell froze for a moment, pathetically surprised that he was a Shifter and understood what she had said, before her shocked expression smoothed into one of sly understanding.
“Yeah, wolf.” She hissed quietly as the little kitten dug a paw-full of claws into one of her breasts, quickly disengaging the sharp little weapons. Damn, that hurt. Already she could feel blood swelling up underneath all of the holes. The little bastard had been trying to do more damage, obviously. Glaring down at the kitten, she pressed one hand to her bleeding boob and applied pressure, quickly stopping the bleeding. The wounds weren’t that bad, thankfully.
“Interesting,” he said softly, looking away to their surroundings. “It certainly fits.” He muttered in addition and Trinell quickly laughed. He cut her off in no time, though, as he said, “Well, it’s getting late, we’ve completely gone off the topic of your stomach’s angry complaints, and I’m sure you new friend is gonna want some kind of shelter.” At this his eyes turned back to her and Trinell’s breath caught in her throat. Somehow the light hit him just right so that he lit up from behind, his gorgeous blue eyes shining brightly. She barely heard him as he said, “I’ve got an extra room, though if you get could I wouldn’t mind…” He trailed off seductively, a dark smirk making a shiver shoot throughout her entire body. Unconsciously, she tightened her grip on the kitten, trying to keep from visibly shaking.
He winked at her then turned and began walking off, Trinell quickly snapping out of her stunned state and following after him. She reached him in just one hop, her long legs pulling her smoothly up beside him as she said, “What about you? You know my form. Will you tell me yours or would you prefer to show me once we get to your house?” Readjusting the kitten so that she held him with his belly facing the ground but still against her chest, she nudged his arm with her own playfully, feeling the wolf in her rear up and influence her behavior.
“And what’s this about if I get cold? Will you come join me or do I have to sniff you out and ask to join you?” At this she smirked mischievously and pressed her side into his. She didn’t miss a step throughout this whole thing, her feet steadily carrying her alongside her possible partner.
She knew already that she would say yes if he asked her to be his girlfriend. She also knew that if they did become a couple she would be happy with him. But would he be happy? If he wasn’t happy then she’d cut it off. No sense in being in an unwilling relationship, after all. And it wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to being alone; she’d only been on her own since she was nine for crying out loud. She’d get over him. She hoped.
Dismissing her thoughts, she focused her attention back on Dylan, her side still pressed firmly against his. She noted that he hadn’t been lying when he said he was thick-skinned; this close to him she could feel the warmth rolling off his lean body. She smiled and let the warmth heat her body.
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Post by stephy on Sept 11, 2009 16:30:46 GMT -5
{ Get on Yahoo or something next time you post! I was awake when you posted, I haven't slept. Excellent post btw! ;D >DD ;D >DDDDDD ;3 >DDDDDDDDD >3 Lul. Btw, LUL I'm so reminded of Jacob Black right now. Dylan's not a werewolf, he's a Snow leopard silly ;P. Hehehehehehe. It works though, It's pretty much the truth. That boys always hot. xD. Ahhh, oh the play on words.}
It wasn't even moments before Trinell was by his side, not wasting a single moment before cutting right to the chase. “What about you? You know my form. Will you tell me yours or would you prefer to show me once we get to your house?” Elbowing him playfully, he raised a curious eyebrow, looking at her with a teasing look. He grinned at her, but it was more to himself as he realized he hadn't ever used his shifting to his advantage before. Oh, the possibilities this opened up.. His eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Well, Why don't we keep that a surprise." He flashed his heart melting grin, tilting his head up to the side a bit arrogantly, then looking back towards the path in front of them. He'd walked it so many times he barely even needed to though, sometimes even prowled down it at night, there was a nice spot up in an old oak that overlooked the sunrise, that was the perfect size for him, in his white and black spotted glory. 'Maybe I should bring Trinell there sometime,' until he considered the thought of a wolf climbing a tree. Then again, nothing said that a human couldn't, he was sure he could make room. Smiling to himself, he was suprised by the sudden action at his side.
“And what’s this about if I get cold? Will you come join me or do I have to sniff you out and ask to join you?” Her body pressed suddenly but gently against his, startling him but not pausing his step in the least. His heart was starting to beat faster again, pounding in his chest like some over-fueled machine. Eyelids sliding closed for a couple seconds, he breathed quietly. This felt Right, almost. Natural. That would be a good word for it. Natural. He liked this.
The end of the path swept past them, opening up to the quiet suburban area. Mostly privately owned lots, some near mansion sized houses, with the odd 2 story here and there. A few cars drove by, but other then the odd interruption, it was perfectly sound. Not that he ever payed much attention to his neighbors, and he hoped they didn't pay all that much attention to him. He knew his way around the security cameras, he knew the places he'd be seen and where he could slip out unnoticed. Being observant as a shifter was a nessesity, he was greatful he was gifted in that area.
Dylan smirked, getting to the hanging statement with a seductive tone, "Well That depends, Trin." He paused, he didn't usually use first names, it kind of suprised him. Oh well. "First," He raised his hand from out of his pocket, opposite Trinell, holding one finger up in front of his face. "We'll have to see if you can even find me. Second, there is the possibility I jump you in your sleep." Laughing to himself, he was only half joking. "And third," He held up the third finger, smiling. "We're here." He nodded to the house they had walked up to, and dully stepped up the fairly long drive way to the door.
His place was way too big, Glancing at it for the billionth time, and wondering why he even baught the place. It towered over them, Only two stories but Wide, with a balcony at the side overlooking the bay to the east, another over the large backyard. A small pond bubbled show-ily near the front, small orange goldfish darting like flashes away from a steadily flowing fountain. But, it was the best that his mother and father's money could buy, he supposed. They'd practically shoved the money at him when he'd suggested moving out, Not that big wasn't really his thing, but this kind of place.. At least he'd made the inside a lot more comfortable, to the dismay of the previous owners. This is what was probably being expected of him though, so why not oblige.
He sighed, reaching the stained glass doors, the pale blue hue of the place reflecting off his own similar coloured eyes as he pressed the electronic lock on the door, keying in the correct code. Opening it he looked over for Trinell, and her charge. "You coming?" He called after her, pushing away the dull look with a more excited smile. He'd almost forgotten, she'd want to see his shifted form now, Somehow he couldn't wait.
{ Okay bad but I haven't slept SHUT UP. Lul.<3 }
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Post by stephy on Sept 11, 2009 19:05:48 GMT -5
{ -Goes to attempt FoF - } { LIEWUTHXNCOWBGRONHDW BUT I'M DYLAN OBBSESSED. -Dies- IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT. I was all "I dunwanna post for Dylan CUZ I LOVE CHase now it's al OMG DYLAN IS AWESME I LOVE DYLAN OMG." :[ Curse you Squishy, Curse you. } { Edit xD: I'm redrawing the Trinell x Dylan picture, cuz I wanted a bigger area xD. here's the Dylan I drew though. >3. ;D!)  |
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Post by stephy on Sept 12, 2009 18:10:50 GMT -5
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Oct 1, 2009 10:34:53 GMT -5
Trinell could only stare as Dylan led her up to his house, her emerald eyes growing wide and her jaw going slack as she gaped at the place. It was big enough to be a mansion! It was enough to make her forget what he had said just seconds before. Something about jumping someone in their sleep or other.
Slowly, her eyes trailed over the mansion taking in the sight of the wide, two story building with the balconies and fish pond. She noticed the soft blue at the door where Dylan was standing and quite suddenly thought of his eyes, how they too were a soft, welcoming blue shade.
The door then opened and Dylan turned back and called, “You coming?” while smiling brightly at her. A sharp bite on her forearm snapped her out of her daze and she offered Dylan her own smile before shooting an annoyed glare down at the little demon in her arms, now beginning to wonder why she hadn’t just let him go. Why did she have to have such powerful maternal instincts? They caused so much trouble, especially with other animals. She hated seeing them suffer for any reason, especially when they had done nothing wrong at all.
Sighing, she pushed the thoughts away and jogged up the walkway to the front door and grinned at Dylan. “Sorry, not used to such big houses. Heh, mine’s considerably smaller.” Her small home flashed before her eyes and the bright gleam darkened a little, dampening her mood some. In a way, she was stealing from Dylan. She had food at home, so why didn’t she just turn Dylan down and go back there? She brutally ignored the way her chest and throat clenched at the thought of turning Dylan down and dropped her eyes down to the kitten. He was looking up at her, his dark red eyes curious and somewhat worried. She hadn’t realized that she had been slowly tightening her grip as her thoughts got darker and immediately she loosened her grips and smiled at the kitten before pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose and murmuring an almost silent, “Sorry, baby.”
Not moving from her position, she looked up at Dylan and smiled slightly, just a slight twitch of her lips, before yawning widely suddenly. Her face flushed instantly and, laughing but embarrassed, she buried her face in the kitten’s thick, soft fur and snickered at herself. “S-sorry about that Dylan,” she chuckled, blushing and amused at the same time. “I guess I’m more tired than I realized.” At this she looked up from the kitten at him, her bright red cheeks making her shining green eyes flare.
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Post by stephy on Oct 10, 2009 22:14:08 GMT -5
“Sorry, not used to such big houses. Heh, mine’s considerably smaller.” Dylan returned her grin with one of this own, but let it soften as her's started to fall. Was something wrong? Surely he hadn't done anything to offend her yet. 'Women.' He almost laughed a little mentally, but instead just looked at her with concern in his eyes. He stayed where he was as well, Standing while holding the door open, Trinell next to him. "Sorry, baby." He ignored her little coos to the kitten, instead focusing on her deep emerald eyes.
He was extremely glad when a smile finally returned to Trinell's face, followed by a yawn and a light spread of pink. He honestly loved that smile, he'd probably never tire of it. Not that he knew that, and sure he thought things like that about most of the people he went after. But it felt different. More final maybe. Whatever the reason, He let the concern ebb away from his eyes, replaced with his cocky confidence.
"S-sorry about that Dylan, I guess I'm more tired then I realized." He shrugged it off, nodding towards the door into the house with his grin glued once again on his face. The foyier that opened up in front of them was so plain looking. A Chandelier up above, A long curving staircase at the end leading to the bedrooms, several doorways on the left farther down opened up an arch to what was his Family room. And when he said family room, of course it meant 'For Himself and 'Guests'' room. And at the very end, The arch that opened up into the large kitchen. Looks could be decieving, though. Might look all prim and propper, but go into one of those rooms..
Shooing her in, he closed the door with a light click behind them, Smiling as he brushed past her shoulder to lead them into the kitchen. "Don't worry about it," He started, turning around so he could watch Trinell as he walked backwards towards the large room. "First things first, food." Turning around again just as quickly, he swaggered into the overly large room. But then large might even be an understatement. "Take whatever you want." He added, heading towards the fridge and calling back to her.
And suddenly, the plain boring rich looking place looked a lot more Dylan influenced. The floor was tiled with white and black (Had to have those checkers, you could call it an obsession.) while the walls were a gentle sky blue shade. Hey, you had to go with what worked, And the blue highlighted his eyes. Even if that hadn't been his reasoning when he first got it, he just liked the colour blue. Off to the side was a relatively small table, With two chairs sitting at it. Glass, with styled metal legs, the chairs also metal, made to match. The floor underneath on that side of the kitchen was hardwood, And a big screen plasma tv sat against the wall nearby. In the kitchen area itself though, it was way overstocked for what he ever made. Different types of stainless steel pots and pants hung more prettily then anything over the large island in the center, A Light grey marble countertop spreading around.
Reaching the fridge, he pulled open the cool steel door and grabbed out a bottle of icy water, Twisting off the cap and looking over to Trinell. "What would you like? I could make you something." Still eyeing the girl, he took a swig from the bottle, sighing as he pulled it away and twisted the top back on, pushing it onto the countertop beside him as he turned and leaned back against it.
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Oct 10, 2009 23:03:31 GMT -5
Trinell followed Dylan as he led the way into his house and locked the door behind them. Trinell almost smirked at the thought of locking the door. Poor Dylan, he didn't know that just by her being there his security had increased practically tenfold.
She didn't push back as Dylan slipped past her, their shoulders brushing, and she kept her eyes on him as he started walking and talking. "Don't worry about it," He said, shrugging her apology away. "First things first, food." He spun around once more and sauntered into the absolutely massive kitchen, headed straight for the fridge. "Take whatever you want." He added, Trinell pausing in the middle of the kitchen and looking around. Sky blue walls, checkered tiles... It looked really cool, in her opinion. She could easily tell that Dylan had had something to do with the decorating.
She blinked in confusion as she heard Dylan speak once more, her eyes returning to him just in time to see him set a bottle of water on the counter beside him and lean against it. "What would you like? I could make you something."
Trinell didn't know what to say to that. She'd been cooking for herself for so long that she didn't know how to react to the offer of someone else cooking her meal for her. She blinked and said, "Uhhm... I'll eat anything, personally. I'm not picky." She rubbed the back of her foot against her calf, suddenly wishing she was in her wolf form back in her comfy little shack. She blinked again, quite suddenly. "As long as there's plenty of it, I should say. I have a big appetite, what with my lifestyle and all. I constantly need to replenish my carbs and crap." She chuckled, remembering how much energy she burned daily just in cardio alone.
Laughing, she scratched the kitten in her arms softly and said, "What should I do with him? He's small so he can hide pretty well, no doubt." Looking down at him once more she pursed her lips for a moment before grinning. Hooking her hands under his forelegs, she held him out from herself. "So! You're a Shifter like us, right? Why don't you Shift so that we can talk to you? Or would you rather one of us Shift to talk to you? I'm a wolf, just so you know. Y'know, just in case you don't like dogs or something." She snickered, her emerald eyes gleaming.
The kitten hissed at her but Shifted anyways, his body growing a few feet longer to the size of a young boy. His ebony hair and dark lashes made his glaring mahogany eyes glow brightly.
Trinell blinked in shock, her eyes widening and jaw dropping. This boy couldn't be older than eight! "How old are you?! And what's your name?" She wasted no time in speaking to the boy. He glared harder, his anger making his eyes bright.
"I am Andrei and I am 7. Who are you? And who is he? And why do you not let me go?! I do not wish to be held!" He snarled, his thick Russian accent making Trinell snicker and set him down on his feet.
"Aha, so your name is Andrei. Well, I'm Trinell and that is Dylan." She nodded her head towards her companion. "And we're at his house right now. Where are your parents? There's no way they would leave you all alone in a city like this when you're only 7." She said. Andrei crossed his arms over his chest childishly and turned his back to Trinell, making her pleasant smile turn into an insulted scowl.
"I no tell you." He said stubbornly. Trinell narrowed her eyes. "Oh really now? Since you're Russian, I'm going to assume you know what Sambo is." Andrei's body tensed instantly, making Trinell smirk darkly. "Turn around now and tell me what I want to know or I'll use it on you." She threatened. Andrei quickly spun around, his eyes confused.
"How do you know I am Russian? And how do you know Sambo? You're not Russian." He asked, his head tilted curiously to the side. Trinell grinned, falling back onto her butt with a quiet oomph. She motioned for Dylan to pay attention.
"I began learning Sambo when I was younger than you. I got my sixth dan black belt when I was fifteen and I've always had Russian grandmasters teaching me. I grew up around Russians; I know your accents and attitudes." She winked. "Now tell me; where are your parents?"
OOC//: Lawl I'll leave it at that xD Give Dylan a chance to speak. ;3 Enjoy and don't be lonely Stephy! <333
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Post by stephy on Oct 11, 2009 1:48:49 GMT -5
"Uhhm... I'll eat anything, personally. I'm not picky." He tilted his head a little to the side, amused by her fumbling words. "As long as there's plenty of it, I should say. I have a big appetite, what with my lifestyle and all. I constantly need to replenish my carbs and crap." Pushing up off the counter, he grabbed his water bottle in a single swipe. Taking one last drink he stuffed it back into the fridge, Pulling out a plate with several thick steak's sitting ontop. He was planning on having these over the week, but it's not like he couldn't get more. Hey, if she was a wolf, if she didn't like steak then he had no idea what to feed her.
"Steak it is." He smiled over at Trinell as he turned back to look at her, but only frowned as he noticed she wasn't listening to him in the least. Grumbling to himself, he put the heavy plate down next to the stove, switching on the flame underneath the burner to about medium as he turned and pulled a skillet off the rack over the center of the island. Stupid kitten, kid, whatever. He guessed the kid thing was confirmed, as a very angry looking rug rat was soon hanging from her arms.
"I am Andrei and I am 7. Who are you? And who is he? And why do you not let me go?! I do not wish to be held!" He rolled his eyes as he turned around again, back to the stove and grabbing the high quality olive oil he had handy sitting next to it, pouring a small bit into the pan without paying much attention. Great, a 7 year old kid. And what's worse, he was taking all of Trinell's attention, how was he supposed to get time with her if that kid was hanging around? Placing the Pan over the burner he swirled it around a little, finally happy with the heat and placing a couple of the large steaks overtop. He took little joy in the pleasant scent that was already coming off the pan, Terriyaki. He'd baught them pre-marinaded. Expensive maybe, but like price ever mattered to him.
Five minutes per side, that's what he usually did. He liked his meat Rare to medium rare, somewhere in that range. Guess it came from being a predator, but he was human, he was a little more refined then going out and killing things. Not that he couldn't. Not that he ever wanted to. Ah, He was trying to give himself something to think about as Trinell focused on the kid. Pointless, meaningless banter in his head. He sighed, going over to the fridge and pulling out his water bottle again with another long swig.
Reluctantly, he forced his attention back on their conversation. "I began learning Sambo when I was younger than you. I got my sixth dan black belt when I was fifteen and I've always had Russian grandmasters teaching me. I grew up around Russians; I know your accents and attitudes." Dylan raised an eyebrow questioningly, taking another calmer drink out of his water bottle before shoving back onto the counter once again. Blackbelt? He couldn't say he was surprised exactly, what with the punching comment and all. But she honestly didn't look like it. She looked very fit, yes. But not.. Martial-arty..? Okay, that term didn't exist. But seriously. He was suddenly glad he'd decided not to offend her outright, getting killed wasn't high on his to do list.
But Sambo, what the heck was that supposed to mean? He'd ask later, when the kid wasn't around. Turning back to the stove he quickly flipped both steaks over. A few more minutes would do it. Opening a light coloured wood cupboard to the right above his head, he pulled out a couple of plates, followed by two forks and steak knives from a drawer next to him. He guessed he'd be waiting for his afterwards. He had two more afterall, a second for Trinell and one for himself. He hoped the kid wasn't a vegetarion, if he was.. too bad. His back remained turned to them as he watched their steak, but he was still listening. At the very least, he was indirectly learning things about Trinell. Best of all he didn't have to worry about asking the wrong questions. He'd let them finish up, at least until he couldn't help but intervene.
{ I have a stupid Cascada song stuck in my head xD "I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, i'll be your fantasy~" Lul Dylan. He's starting to get jelous. >[ }
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Oct 11, 2009 8:29:02 GMT -5
OOC//: Okay, so! HET = NO! In Russian. Lol, that's only because he's yelling. HeT = no and is the way you would write it normally if you're just saying, "No." Lol, just wanted to clear that up so that you didn't think WTF?! HET?!
BIC//:
Trinell almost purred when her sharp nose picked up the tangy scent of terriyaki and steak, momentarily distracted from her goal of forgetting information from Andrei. Good god, it smelt sooo goood. Trinell absolutely adored steak, no matter how it was cooked. It could be rare or well done, it didn't matter. She'd still eat it.
Letting out a pleased and excited sigh, she returned her attention to Andrei. He was scowling, still. She smirked. "My father died in Russia and my mother died 7 days ago." Trinell's smirk instantly died, her eyes widening in shock. She said nothing for a moment then pursed her lips, her face determined.
She would take care of Andrei. She didn't know how she'd manage to keep him fed and clothed, but DJ wouldn't mind helping here and there would he? She decided not. She would give him the choice first though; adoption agency or her?
"I'm sorry, Andrei. Well, my mom and dad are dead too so I understand." She said, giving him slight smile. "But still. I take it you're living on your own?" Andrei nodded. "Thought so. Well, you've got two choices. You can either live with me or I can take you to an adoption agency and they can put you in a home." She said. Andrei instantly began arguing.
"HET*! I am being the carer of mineself!" He snarled. Trinell drew her lips back, scowling at him.
"You're only 7, Andrei! That's too young to be living on the streets." She snapped, a wolfish growl bubbling out of her throat. It didn't matter that she'd only been 9 when she started living on the streets. She didn't want Andrei all on his own. "I don't care if you think you're old enough or strong enough to take care of yourself. You're not! Now decide, or I will decide for you." She snapped, her steadily growing voice dropping down to a cold, clipped tone. Andrei glared at her, hissing furiously.
"I no will go to adoption agency. With you I stay." He spat after a long moment. Trinell nodded sharply.
"Good." She said, rising to her feet and towering over Andrei. "Go sit down and relax. You're tired." She added. Andrei bristled immediately.
"HeT! I am not tired." He argued. Trinell just stared at him, her expression giving no room for argument.
"Andrei, hun, I can tell when a child is tired. You, my friend, are tired. Now go sit down." She ordered, Andrei grumbling angrily as he made his way over to the expensive looking table. He plopped down in one of the chairs moodily, his arms crossed over his chest and his face the prime example of a pouting kid.
Trinell rubbed her temples with an annoyed sigh. "Oi, Andrei. How would you like to learn Sambo?" She called, making her way towards Dylan and the delicious-smelling steaks. She stopped beside him just as Andrei looked up in surprise and pleasure.
"You will teach me Sambo?! Thank you!" He exclaimed. Trinell cracked a smile and nodded before turning her attention to Dylan and leaning up on her tip-toes toes over his shoulder. She had to place her hands on his back to keep from falling over, but she was sure he didn't mind. She closed her eyes and sniffed the air, a truly pleased expression on her face as she smelt the steaks cooking.
"Ahhh.... I haven't had steak in so long." She sighed, leaning a little more against Dylan's back. The last time she'd had steak had been at least a year ago, easy. "Man, this smells so good Dylan. Thank you, I mean it. I can't remember the last time someone cooked for me. I've been cooking my own food for so long." She said, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him from behind. She let her cheek rest against his back and smiled softly, content.
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