Posts by TBear

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Kaleb frowned at the ceiling, his frown only deepening when the sound of life began to make itself clear. He wished he could've slept a little longer, but with the combined efforts of both his own restlessness and the shouting, the possibility for rest was shot. So, with a low groan, the curly-haired man quite literally rolled out of bed and landed on the floor with a loud 'thump'. His blanket was curled around him like a protective cocoon, and it was with much effort and mental fortitude that he wriggled out of it.

Immediately, he was freezing, and the young man hastened to pull on a sweater and probably clean jeans from the floor. His room was a relatively neat space, with one or two pictures hanging neatly on the walls. A few clothes littered the room, but otherwise it remained clean. Kaleb pondered on whether or not he should straighten up, or at least put his blanket back onto the the bed, but shrugged the idea off as the smell of breakfast wafted up to his room.

Hurriedly, the twenty-year-old rushed out of his room, slipping clumsily on the floor and stumbling down the stairs. "Mornin', Ariya," he greeted as he pushed past her, nearly toppling down the rest of the stairs as he did. He skipped past Chloe, greeting her in a similar manner, and paused when he spotted Colin. "Hey Colin," he started, looking the other man up and down. "You look stupid in that apron." and with those amazing words of wisdom, Kaleb waltzed into the dining room.

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ohmaygosh that's adorable ><
the only nickname i ever got was sausage because my grandma couldn't pronounce my name right
but it works i guess lol

okay, cool ^^
soo maybe one of us could just start a thread and see where it goes? because i literally have no plot in mind, i'm just really into zombies right now X)

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[also cool with me, love ^^]

Elijah stared at the other man for another minute, eyebrows raised incredulously. He didn't even notice Finn moving around on his lap, too indignant with the pathetic excuse of a.... thing that sat beside him. The bag in his hand began to shift, but the raven-haired man was still busy judging Azariah very, very hard. "That's just not natural, dude. What century do you even live in?" Elijah waved his arms about in a flailing motion, surprised when chips flew out of the bottom of the bag.

Elijah paused, and only then did he notice that the kitsune had moved from his place on the couch to the floor, happily chowing on a couple of chips. It was pretty obvious what had happened, and Elijah glared accusingly at him, a strange sense of betrayal settling in his stomach.

The man watched Finn eat for a little while more until the kitsune finished, trotting merrily away and seeming far too happy with himself. Staring after him until he turned a corner, Elijah slumped into the couch and sighed warily. He was too tired to deal with this sh t, honestly. Elijah glanced at Azariah, and the man still looked stupidly innocent. He stared at the Doritos that had flown around the apartment, and glared at how stupid they looked. He watched as Finn slunk into the room again, this time human, and stared unimpressed at his now-healthy, stupid-looking face.

Elijah faltered.

Staring at the man now, the hunter could clearly see his whisky-colored eyes, rich brown hair, and unblemished face. The guy looked.... good. Like, really good. The dark circles where still there, but their intensity didn't even come close to rivaling that of his previous ones. There was something to the healthy flush on his cheeks that made the man even more attractive than he had been before.

Elijah was just glad he wasn't in the habit of falling for good looks and nice assets. That didn't stop him from barely registering what the other man had said, though, only snapping to attention at Azariah's reply. Now the hunter was just scandalized. "You... don't eat?" he stared at the other man for a long time, with an affronted look pasted on his face, and then shook his head as if disappointed. "Man, I've met a lotta crazies in my time- killed a lot, too. But damn, you take the cake."

He faltered as he realized how that could be taken, but did his best to shrug it off. In reply to Finn, Elijah offered a nonchalant shrug. "I'm not really hungry," he lied easily, rolling his shoulders back stubbornly. "So don't worry about it."

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hey there, and welcome to the site!
i'm bear, and, like you, i've been into roleplaying for a long time, but am fairly new to ff. i'm really into everything supernatural-y atm, so if you have anything you've really been wanting to do, hit me up ^^

I'm cool with pretty much any kind of pairing ever - bxb, gxb, or gxg, but based on what you said i think a bxb would probably be ideal if we made a thread, since i am also awful at making and roleplaying girls lol.

umm so...yeah! i was thinking that maybe we could do a sort of werewolf/human, hate-on-first sight kind of thing(if you're into that shizz lol)? the only problem is that i'm not the most active of people, because i take a long time just to write a single post, and most of the time they'll be pretty annoyingly long.

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[tox, i'd be totally chill with that c:]

Kaleb snickered at the blue-haired girl's protest, but otherwise didn't say anything as Chloe skidded into the dining room and slowed to a stop beside him. She was rather tall, with messy blue hair and bright, intelligent eyes. Kaleb shared a quick smile with her, which slid off of his face at the mention of yesterday and his most recent debacle.

"Ugh, don't remind me," he groaned. To change the subject, he plopped himself into a spare chair and turned to face the younger girl. "Anyway, what did you do yesterday? No doubt something medicine-y and boring." He paused, and then added, "Speaking of which, did you know that the average blood cell lives up to 120 days?" Kaleb couldn't quite remember where he'd heard that from, but he knew that the book had been big and important-looking, and thus must be incredibly reliable.

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Kaleb rolled his eyes at Colin's dramatic statement, a little amused and a little exasperated, before turning to Theo nonchalantly. "I hope we can go by the scarves isles," he hinted, eyes glimmering with hope. "I mean, I can get more scarves, right? My closet's been a little empty since that one debacle with the fae..." trailing off meaningfully, Kaleb began to make a mental list of things to buy. He needed more books- the last series had ended rather disappointingly, with the main character going off to marry Predictable Husband #1 while Predictable Enemy #2 ended up switching sides and becoming Predictably Badass.

The rest of the novel had disintegrated into a jumble of meaningless plotlines and stories that made no sense. Kaleb needed a rebound book to get him out of the dredges of disappointment.
Blinking as he noticed a strange absence in the room, it took Kaleb a minute to realize who was missing. "Uh... where's Jem?" he asked the general room quietly, taking a cursory glance around.

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Elijah frowned, bottom lip jutting out in a dangerously pouty motion, when Finn ignored him. "I said I wasn't hungry," he complained halfheartedly. Fried chicken sounded heavenly right now, and the hunter's stomach clenched angrily in hunger. Breathing a sigh in defeat, the raven-haired man pushed himself off of the couch and wandered aimlessly over to the kitchen area. Leaning on the wall of the entryway, Elijah watched quietly. Finn was moving with ease, long fingers making quick work of the meat; flower powdered his hands and dusted his clothes in a white film.

Elijah frowned as the kitsune began to address him, childishly sticking out his tongue in retaliation. "Whatever you say, man. Like you're one to give advice on eating properly." the hunter considered straight-up calling him a hypocrite, but forewent the idea when Finn began to speak again.

The hunter paused, displeasure clear on the lines of his face, and shifted uneasily. "....Elijah," he eventually grunted, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "And, for the record? I only know your nickname, since we never really got around to a more.... formal introduction." the thought that Finn had once been a potential, nameless one-night-stand made Elijah either want to gag or laugh. He settled instead on staring shamelessly at the other male, head cocked silently to the side and jaw set stubbornly.

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Kaleb startled as Jem's voice joined the others, a curse flying from his mouth as his foot hit the table leg. Glaing angrily at the quiet man as he rubbed his injured foot, Kaleb settled back into his seat. "Jesus Christ," he muttered breathlessly. "Do you have to do that every goddamn time?"

Kaleb didn't expect to be answered; Jem was a quiet guy, after all, a stark contrast to Kaleb's talkative nature. Thinking back on it, the younger hunter really knew next to nothing about... how did Chloe put it? The silent film? Well, the gist of the matter was, Kaleb tolerated the guy, because even though he crept around like he was allergic to human contact and was susceptible to giving people the occasional heart attack, he wasn't actively trying to sabotage Kaleb.

//rushed

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Kaleb looked affronted as Chloe began to tease him. His bottom lip began to purse in a threateningly pouty way before the hunter was able to control his face. He watched the blue-haired girl saunter over to Jem as she put her dishes away, and his pout grew just a bit. "I mean," he began loudly, "that every time I see the guy, he's in some dark, creepy corner doing dark, creepy things."

Kaleb paused.

"You don't think he's a vampire, do you?" he asked no one. He turned to Jem. "You aren't a vampire. Right?" his voice was serious, but the humor was there; it was, admittedly, very, very subtle, but then again, Kaleb was more of a 'sarcasm' kind of guy as opposed to a straight-up jokey one.

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this looks really fun ^^
quick question, though - i'm assuming that i'd be muse a, since muse b has a name, but i just want to be sure that i'm right before i start.

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[okay, sweet! so, do we start after they wake up in bed or before?]

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Kaleb puffed his cheeks at Theo, clearly wounded. He hated when she got all lecture-y about these kinds of things. He could handle himself just fine, and he didn't need his leader to tell him how to do his job. The twenty year old resisted the urge to roll his eyes and slumped, defeated back into his seat. "Yes, ma'am," he sighed.

He frowned at the redhead's comment, feeling indignation roll in the pit of his stomach. "Yeah, fun," he glared, shoving a forkful of potatoes in his mouth. Rolling his eyes at Theo's insistence that vampires didn't exist, Kaleb instead wisely chose not to reply. Instead, he simply shoveled more food into his mouth.

The rain from outside plopped lightly on the window, and the black-haired man watched the drops of watcher as they slid down the glass.

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wanting to kill kaleb but not wanting to make another character

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[s]omfg
that was beautiful

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[alright~]
The light was hitting his face obnoxiously. He tried to swat it away, but his limb was trapped under a tangle of blankets and sheets. He grunted, muttering a tired complaint as he struggled to tilt his head away from the brightness with varying measures of success; his eyes, squeezed shut, fluttered lightly, and Robyn felt himself glare in annoyance at the offender. Immediately, he regretted the action, and with a wince, he turned away from the open window and snuggled deeper into the bed.
He brushed against something smooth and soft, and for a minute, Robyn's heart stopped.

Taking a deep, deliberate breath, the brunette slowly pulled his eyes open. His head thrummed with the promise of a migraine, and his breath smelt sharply of alcohol and cigarettes, but all the college student could think of was the other man laying naked in his bed.

Robyn took another deep breath.

The guy looked fine enough, from where he was laying, but then again, the only thing he could decipher was the pale expanse of a back, a neck, and the start of a head of hair. Quietly as he could, Robyn began to untangle himself from the bed, gently pulling the fabric from his body. He tried his best to be silent in his work, but the young man ended up stumbling onto the floor, his body hitting it wit ha loud thump.

Robyn winced and hissed, scrambling to stand but succeeding only in knocking down a couple of books and a lamp. Crap, crap, crap....

//rushed
///tired

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nothing lol
i just love killing off my characters for some reason
it gives me a sort of sadistic pleasure

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-evilface-

nooo not colin!
bro's such a bro bro.
he is the ultimate bro of bros, and his brodome should nver be de-bro'd.

[s]i'm really tired

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Robyn was too busy trying to straighten the lamp and recollect the books that had fallen onto the floor that he barely heard the rustle of blankets and the telltale groan of awareness. All the brunette could think about was getting out as quickly and quietly as possible, with little to no collateral damage. He was just lucky, he supposed, that he'd ended up with a guy- he wasn't even sure if he used protection last night.

Groaning and cursing his luck, Robyn jumped when he was interrupted by a deep, sleep-thick Italian tenor. The words hardly registered in the young man's brain- the only thing that made itself clear was that he knew that voice. Like, really well.

"No," he croaked in horror as he turned toward the bed. And- yeah, there he was. He was staring at Robyn with something like disgust on his face - like he always did, the bastard - and he was, doubtless, waiting for the biting remark that, usually, Robyn would be all-too-happy to give.

"Nooooo," he said again, but this time it left his mouth like a desperate prayer, or a rough groan. This wasn't happening. This - it - no. No, definitely not. This was not freaking happening at all. grinding the palms of his hands into his eyes, Robyn one last time before he began to resignedly stumble to his feet.

Breathing in a harsh breath, the brunette directed a harsh glare at Fiore. "What," he gritted out, curling his hands into fists, "happened last night?" The other man probably didn't know, Robyn thought, but it didn't stop the irrational amount of anger that he felt.

//thank you!
///nonono, yours was lovely<3

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Elijah shrugged. The man could scold him all he liked, but Elijah wasn't the one who nearly died because of his refusal to eat. The hunter supposed he should be grateful that bodies hadn't been lining the streets or anything, but the guy wasn't exactly inconspicuous.
Breathing out a sigh, Elijah couldn't help the flashbacks of a vampire he'd once fought. The poor girl had tried to starve herself, refusing to eat people and unable to stand animal blood. He'd found her so out of her mind with hunger that she wasn't even human anymore - just another wild animal that he hunted.

The hunter shuddered. He didn't quite know what was worse - that the vampire had starved herself to the point of attacking anything that moved, or that there were creatures that didn't want to be what they were.

Elijah blinked, and suddenly he was back in the kitchen, and Finn - or Phinneas, he supposed - began to speak again. This time, the hunter listened with rapt attention, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "...right," he muttered to himself, but didn't comment otherwise. The fox should be glad Elijah wasn't trying to kill him - it was a feat very few had succeeded in. Phinneas didn't need to worry about whether the hunter was going to be his best friend or not.

Elijah had his money on 'not'.

Taking the plate of chicken as Finn pushed it toward him, Elijah stared uneasily at the food. It looked delicious, but the hunter was a bit leery towards eating it- he always was. Starting as the kitsune spoke up, Elijah let an amused smirk grace his features. "Just makin' sure you didn't poison me, princess." On a normal day, the hunter would've added something a little more perverse to his statement - probably something along the lines of the view being nice. As it were, he was concentrated on trying not to make it obvious how hungry he was, while simultaneously remaining suspicious.

He took a tentative bite of the meal, and was barely able to suppress the moan of delight that came from it. Elijah promptly sat on the floor and began to devour his food.

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Robyn grit his teeth angrily, eyes flashing with annoyance. "Forget it," he pushed out, turning away from the Italian. "Just leave it to you to not take responsibility for anything. We obviously did... something last night, and it doesn't really matter whose fault it is." the brunette paused, taking a deep breath as he did his best to remain calm. Quietly, he began searching the room for his clothes.

They were found shoved in the corner of the room, a little wrinkly but otherwise unharmed. Shaking the offending cloth out, Robyn wrinkled his nose as he got dressed. The tension in the air was still palpable, but the curly-haired youth refused to look at the other man. Robyn was, as a general rule, a fan of simply ignoring a problem until it left.

After assuring that his shirt was as wrinkless as possible, Robyn turned to level Fiore with a cool glare. "I don't care what you think of me," he started, crossing his arms as he spoke. "I don't even care if you tell anybody about what happened. But if you try anything after this..." he voice trailed off in warning, but Robyn didn't think the Italian really would. Fiore hated him as much as he hate Fiore, after all.

//awe, thanks ^^ i really am liking your posts as well!