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    " just give up the ghost "


    A frown lightly downturned her lips as she cocked her head at him, shifting slightly in place to nudge him with her shoulder, " You really need to get your mind off that place - you're here now, right? " She offered a small smile, meeting his vivid hazel eyes and then finding herself saying something else, " I mean, we're together again. "


    What the hell are you thinking?


    The truth was, she didn't even know herself. Slowly her gaze flit away, a rouge coloring her cheeks clearing as her auburn curls drifted into her features. She averted her face, the rest of her jagged side bangs falling like a veil across her profile. Sometimes her conscience refrained to inform her what to not say, allowing unecessary things to slip past.


    Way to make it awkward...


    Maybe if she asked him another question? She cleared her throat against the abrasive silence, pushing her bangs back and allowing her features to be seen once more, " what do you want to do today, then? "

    " i've been living a lonley life "


    A reward? Now that piqued his interest. Wry grin weaving across his lips, he managed to scootch his way closer to the trunk of the tree, fingers gripping the bark tentatively as he inquired with a raised brow, " What sort of reward would I recieve? " That was really the question he was dying to get an answer to at the moment - other than the more pressing ones in the back of his mind impercitibly tugging at his conscience.


    He eyed her with a curious air, the goofy sort of expression lingering as he attempted to meet those azure irses in the gloom of the shadows and the silvers of the moon - the mere outline of her form most prominent agaisnt the thick foliage. His gaze briefly flickered towards the heavens she was now observing, the continually appearing stars - lost in their twinkling shapes just as she for a few moments.

    " that she had traveled to "


    And they were close once more, his warm, sweet breath caressing her cheeks now stained a delicate rose and the masculine fragrance of his skin intertwining with the familiar musk of the vacant room. Hsi fingers gently tracing her ebony locks sent a slight involuntary shiver down her spine, her left hand hesitantly resing on his bent elbow, fingers settling in the sloping crook of the joints whislt her other simply remained at her side. Her lips were parted slightly in soft suprise, though a vaguely playful joy danced within her azure irises amid the reticence she obtained.


    A particular boldness took over her, enough for her subdued alto to wisp out into the condiserably cooler air, " How about we play a game? It's called the question game... " A slightly more timid manner creeping across her coutnenance, she folded her lower lip beneath her top row of incisors gaze flitting down to her shoes and the light skirt of her pale colored dress before meeting his gaze once more.


    " It would help us get to know each other better... " It was a wistful addition, for the game had once been something her mother used, and thus, Remy was slightly skirting about the idea.

    " and i made her laugh "


    Remy settled down on the chair, shifting so her legs where now perched and crossed upon the velvet cushion, her hands holding down her skirt in assure no accidental peeks could be taken - not that Noah seemed like that kind of guy. She was lost in silent contemplation briefly, formulating the outline for the game before her azure gaze met his own once more and she said, " Okay. "


    Nibbling her lip once more, she took a moment to gather her thoughts even further and run her fingers through her ebony locks to push her bangs out of her features before her incisors released the lower of the pair and she was off, " The object of the game is to find out more about someone in a shrort period of time. First, someone asks a question, for example... " she paused before inquiring, " What is your favorite color? And you would answer with whatever your favorite color is and then ask me a question in return. "


    " Obviously it's not goign to be that cliche, in fact, the more out there the question is, the better, " she offered a small, hesitant smile, gaze flitting away before trailing back again, " Would you care to start, or shall I ? "

    " i've been sleeping here instead "


    " Well in that case ... "


    Mustering up the courage required to scale the tree, Abe began to climb, keeping his frame pressed against the trunk in order to prevent a fall and easing his way up onto the second branch, then the third. And soon, he was about two branches lower than Rosemary. He paused, relaxing his tensed form and inquiring up to her, " Why don't you come down two - the other branches don't look strong enoguh to hold both of us ... "


    In truth, e was absolutely terrified at the moment - sure he could mount a sixteen hand tall horse and not make a big deal about it, but a tree was a whole other story. His eye discoursed across the tree tops to the sky before falling to the earth below, his heart giving a lurch as his muscles tightened once more.


    So much for relaxing.

    " and let it be "


    He was really loosing it, now. The sadness and truth in his words were ripping her apart on the inside, and she bit her lip a little mroe firmly than usual to hold back the waterfall of frustrations. She daren't go off on some tangent and risk ruining their day together. And the few months he had - maybe less? She shook her head to clear it, taking a few cleansing breaths to release the tension within her frame, she managed to dispell the irritation for the moment and save it for another time. Something that made her prone to being volotile.


    He was usually like this was soemthing was getting to him, and sometimes that vunerable side of him came out as well. She hated seeing him all screwed up and unhappy - and she needed to think up of something to cheer him up and get that true smile back onto his countenance. His request piqued her interest, Stay away from the chaperone?


    Ding Ding Ding.


    " Then stay away from the chaperone it is, " she spoke, and with that, Faye got to her feet and slipped from the small clearing, gesturing for Paul to follow. She had a plan.

    " you're everywhere "


    Niall inhaled the aroma of the tea, hoping the notes of spice and herb would be able to cleanse his troubled thoughts. But of course, they could not. They couldn't fix his relationship with Adrianna, or make mroe time in his schedule. It would only help his sore throat and make him fall asleep on the couch - something he'd been doing a lot lately.


    I'll be right back.


    That tore him from his ramblings inside his ehad. Gaze snapping upwards, he caught side of a slightly puffy -eyed Adrianna scurrying off to the bathroom and slipping inside. All before silence took over once more. A frown crossed his countenance as he set his tea down and strode over towards the door, pressing his ear against the wood in attempts to hearing something whilst rapping his knuckles against it , " Adrianna? "


    He paused, discernign nothing through the wooden peice, though a downturned curl still lingered on his lips. He moved to walk away, but found himself inquiring again, " Is everything alright, love? "

    " as i'm leaving "


    She pried through her memories and visions, attempting to figure out some sort of interesting thing to say or bring up. Something, anything to dispell from the painful silenc ethat usually engulfed her days. Now mroe than ever she wanted a friend, someone to listen to her, for her to vent to. Even if it was the friend that had left her alone when the unthinkable happened. When her mother died, when her stepfathered cornered her and violated her, when she got mugged ... All those tears and tatted remains of her past life. Gone. Thrown onto the floor and ran over by a car or some ungodly sort of thing that ensured that she couldn't pick up the peices and glue them back together like she used to.


    What was he thinking now? Probably a way to escape the clutches of conversation and strand her once more. To leave her to the ravenous monster that lurked within, taking ever ounce of confidence and strength and devouring it. She was prepared to turn and walk away, to continue on her missiona nd rpetend that she wasn't hurt by anything. That she was unstoppable. But truthfully, she wasn't sure how much longer that gise would hide anything, especially from him. So when he finally spoke, she was dumbfounded, simply standing their, guarded gaze searching his aqua depths for traces of answers - for anything.


    But once again her lips spoke for themselves, and she found herself murmuring soft confirmation, " Sure. "

    " i want love to: roll me over slowly "



    One moment Miss Faye Dixon is strolling along the street in the frigid eve, the next it's lights out. There was no discernable reason why someone would want such a pain in the ass spitfire armed with a venomous tongue and wit to match. No explanation to why that person would abduct her in the middle of the night while innocently making her way home. But by now, that was besides the point. Because as far as she was concerned, she was trapped in some cold warehouse with that lunatic, among other victims.


    A loose groan of irritation parting her rosy lips, she shifted against the cold, hard floor, her muscles aching from the uncomfortable surface she had been succumbed to. Of course her head ached and pounded with traces of a migrane of sorts - probably thanks to her abductor and something she would definately garuntee her nature to be ultimately pissed off today. As she propped her upper torso up onto her elbows, her fingertips grazed another steely object entirely finding the barrell of a pistol laying beside her. Was it loaded? She cocked the gun, listening to a familiar click with satisfaction - yes. Blinking her hazel eyes in attempt to adjust to the meek lighting of the drafty area, she found she could discern shapes and shadows - enough to get a sense of what was about her. A sudden masculine voice ribboned to her ears in a harsh fashion, richoeting against the cement and such.


    Hello? Who's there?


    Tentatively raising her wiry frame to her feet, she thanked herself for being too lazy to wear real shoes for a night out - her ratty purple converse allowing her more manuverability. Now to focus ont he task at hand. nce again she flicked the safety from the pistol and aimed it about the lucid darkness, slowly edging closer to the voice in question whilst inquiring, " I was gonna ask the same thing, Cowboy. "


    But then something happened, something weird. A gutteral snarl ripped through the stagnant air, and the heavy musk of damp canine began to fill the air. Somethign strange was going on in that corner, and she wanted to know what the hell it was. She found her once confident stature tensing into nerves as she began to back away to her prior distance, fingers trembling slightly and making the outstretched gun waver.


    What is going on?

    " i've been sleeping in my bed "


    He paused, letting out a brief huff and allowing a frown to overtake his countenance as he replied, " I'm starting to debate on whether this reward is worth it. "


    His gaze shifted towards the heavens, the traces of the constellations beginning to form. Perhaps he could recall a few? Why, there was Leo, the Big Dipper, Orion, the Little Dipper... A small curl replaced his prior frown, though he was still quite uncomfortable with the hieght he now resided at. Clearing his throat, his attention turned back to Rosemary.


    " Could you at least tell me what it is before I risk my life for it? " slight tease intermingled with the nerves of his tone, an attempted smirk wavering upon his lips.

    " i don't know if i've ever been good enough "



    It was supposed to be another biology class, and I had the full intentions of tuning out the monotnous ramblings of thirty - something Mr. McBroy who I had no doubt still lived in his mother's basement. And what might I be doing whilst not paying attention at all? Doodling in my notebook - as usual. Well, what did you expect? Even though I was in AP Biology, I didn't give a sh*t. I was already settled in my seat, elbows pressed against the long two - seater table and my palms balancing my chin. My posture was slight slouched and absent as my gaze wandered towards the clock.


    One hour to go.


    A sigh loosened my lips, right hand shifting to push the auburn tresses from my vision, hues of chestnut, blonde and dip dyed colors of indigo and turquoise hiding my part and freeing my countenance from their constant annoyance. Fellow students began to steadily slip in from the hustle and bustle of the halls and into the harsh reality of high school. Turning my attention to a fresh blank page of lined paper, I proceeded in sketching. You see, my drawing prowess is fairly limited to canines. The creatures that I obsessed over as a kid were nwo the only decent thing I could draw - end of story. And so, one slowly began to form.


    A movement tore me from my wistful haze, the distinct sounds of someone sitting next to me. With a slight start, my hand instantly went to cover my drawing, fingers apprehensively gripping the pencil as I did so and hazel facets flickering up to meet whatever bozo couldn't take a hint.


    Who the hell does this guy think he is? wasn't it obvious that I had chosen to sit by myself for a reason? I worked well on my own anyways, having a partner envolved attempting conversation once you were finished and actually having to acknowledge their presence - not some of my strong suits. A guarded expression overcoming my countenance, I quirked a brow before drawling in a sarcastic fashion, " Would you mind moving to another seat? " And of course, Mr. Big Shot decided it was above him to get off his a*s and sit all on his lonesome, retorting with a swift Can't paired with the irritating smirk that he failed to wipe off his face.


    I huffed in mock disbelief, once again replying with a dry humor, " What do you mean? There are tons of other seats. "


    I mean, I can't stand being away from you.


    At this I liberally rolled my eyes again, and for the second time this morning a sigh slipped from my lips. God, this guy was such a pain in the butt.


    Anyways, baby, I don't think you want to be away from me, either...


    Quite frankly I find you're logic flawed. I quipped in my mind, but seeing as my usual brusque attitude was not drving him off, might as well acknowledge the fact that he was here to stay, for now. Averting my gaze back to the sketch on my paper, I slowly moved my fingers to allow myself to see, though cupping my hand to avoid my newfound partner from viewing it either. " I'm ignoring you. " God, he's probably imagining me naked right now or something. That pervert.


    I was once more startled when his smooth tenor ribboned to my ears, Not naked, sweetheart. But if you want to go there... My jaw clentched considerably at this - stupid little Faye forgot to keep her mouth shut again. Probably slipped out or something, chizz happens. I brushed that off and once again fixated him with a quizzical yet obviously irritated look, twirling my pencil within my fingers without much thought beofre pointing at him witht he eraser, " Why did you just call me that? " I had put up with baby for long enough, now sweetheart? That was the last straw.


    What?


    " Sweetheart. "


    It offends you?


    " Yes. "


    Sorry, sweetheart. It stays.


    Da*n it. I swore inwardly, narrowing my eyes before once more tuning him out, the drawling tone of Mr. McBroy lulling me to blissful unaware, darkening the lines of my sketch. All of a sudden something caught my attention. Something that caused my heart to fall and further irritation to be displayed upon my features.


    " You gotta be f*cking kidding me. "


    Partners? with this guy?

    Name;;

    " Abraham Sherwood - But please, call me Abe. "

    Gender;;

    " Did you not put your glasses on today, or ... ? "

    Age;;

    " I'm seventeen at the moment. "

    Birthday;;

    " March fifth. "

    Height;;

    " 6 feet tall "

    Weight;;

    " A hundred and sixty or so - I don't really pay attention to that stuff "

    Build;;

    Abe's a pretty lanky dude with toned muscles from working about the ranch and fixing things in his free time. You know, broken fences, cars, you name it.

    Eye Color;;

    Expressive amber irises are framed by caramel locks styled into the perfect, tousled fauxhawk thanks to a brief run through with his fingers and some hair gel.

    Hair Color;;

    Expressive amber irises are framed by caramel locks styled into the perfect, tousled fauxhawk thanks to a brief run through with his fingers and some hair gel.

    Personality;;

    " Pleasure is all mine. "
    Though Abe puts on a rather tough exterior, on the inside he's simply a teddy bear. Gallant in his actions in attempts to ease out a responding smile, he tends to be quite the gentleman in the way he handles girls; and to guys, he's mroe down to earth and easygoing. To put it simply, Abe isn't looking for a fight.


    " Didn't see that coming ... "
    With all of this open kindness comes a certian naivety, making Abe easily fooled or taken advantage of. He can't help it though, for he's fostered this ideal in himself that if he's nice and all that chizz, then maybe somehow the world won't be so bad to him. It's a silly, childish sort of thing - but that's Abe for yah, a little kid. He really doesn't get angry that often, and usually buries that frustration deep down to let loose whilst fixing up a car or something - rather turn it into productivity than violence. He's always been like that, too obedient and eager to please.


    " Let me see that smile. "
    As mentioned before, Abe enjoys cheering people up. Whether it be a touch of tease, a joke, a goofy sort of action - he's up for the task. This usually makes him great with kids, especially when he has to look after his little sister a lot due to his mom working double shifts to help cover the costs of their small apartment. It comes naturally.


    " Got yah! "
    With a sense of humor that's more soft spoken than most, it's usually the little, subtle things Abe does that may spur some laughter. He doesn't tend to be extravagant in any fashion, and really doesn't enjoy the part scene too much. Rather, he's intent on focusing on his goals and supporting his family, much like a father might do, considering he's sort of felt the need to take up that role ever since his own passed away.


    " How's it going? "
    Abe has the tendency to be a mild flirt - though it's all innocent, I assure you. In no way is this guy a player. Rather, the whole smile thing comes into play again, for the purpose of his jokes and flirtacious attitude are all for this need to please people. Besides, when he's really interested in a girl, he falls hard - all smoothness forgotten until it's just a clumsy mess. He really needs someone to tell him that's not his job.

    Likes;;

    x oil, grease, hard work
    x horses - of course, as well as animals in general
    x wip

    Dislikes;;

    x wip

    Turn-Ons;;

    x intelligence
    x good conversationalist
    x beautiful smile
    x rebellious - to a point
    x doesn't mind getting her hands dirty
    x a challenge

    Turn-Offs;;

    x conceited
    x self centered
    x hates kids
    x easy - a flirt

    History;;

    " Long story short - my dad was addicted to alcohol and he passed in a motorcycle accident when I was ten and my sister was four. We had been moving around for a while to stay away from all the debt and sh*t he had gotten himself into, and he sorta established a bad image for me. So now, I help my mom pay the bills by working myself and taking care of my little sis who just turned eleven. "
    Even though he acts like it's no big deal, Abe's still mad at himself for his father's death - not that he should be. He just tends to regret things a lot, and the guilt of not "loving" him enough is still there.

    Pets;;

    Abe doesn't really ride that much, and thus does not have a horse at the moment. Instead, he owns a Rhodesian Ridgeback named Charlie.
    x charlie [click]

    Family;;

    " Just my sister, mom and myself. "

    Crush;;

    TBD

    Screen Name;;

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    Nickname;;

    ANSWER HERE

    Activity Level;;

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