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Post by peter on Sept 15, 2011 13:22:13 GMT 10
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] TAGGED FOR AFFY AS PRESLEY | SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!
 Since Pete was still relatively new in town, there weren't many places he went quite yet. Other than his restaurant (which was almost ready to open) and his sister's house, he rarely even left his apartment. But that was okay with him. Being lazy could be fun. Admittedly, sometimes really boring, but, mostly fun. Mostly what he did was sit on the couch and watch sports or whatever else was on television. There wasn't really much else he could do. He considered exploring Capeside bit by bit, but his knee had been bothering him lately, for whatever reason, and he really just didn't feel like it. His bum knee was always a good excuse for why he was so lazy a lot of the time, though it was obvious to those who he knew personally when he was lying because when Pete lied, his voice just got a tiny bit syrup-yer when he flat out lied. Just laid on the charm a tad thicker than he usually did.
But charming people was a natural reoccurrence for Pete. He was just a very charismatic, likable guy, even though he was slightly immature and he ran away from pretty much all kinds of responsibility. Plus, he was lazy and a little bit manipulative, always finding ways to make people do things for him before they realized that he was pretty much playing them out so he didn't have to get up and do it himself.
Nothing particularly exciting ever really happened at the apartment he shared with his friend, though. Which was not so fun. But, he couldn't complain if it was his fault anyway.
So when he heard a knock on his door, he was actually a little bit surprised. He figured that it was one of Dani's friends, though he wasn't really sure how they'd know where she was living quite so fast, so he shrugged it off and dragged himself off the couch and made his way to the front door at his own leisurely pace. He didn't even know where Daniella even was, she had probably said something about where she was going, but he wasn't paying any attention if she had told him. She should have known, though, his eyes were absolutely glued to the screen when football was on, which it had been when she left. Without saying a single word, he swung open the door, flashing a charming smile at whoever was at the other end. "Yes?" He asked, tilting his head to the side and raising his eyebrows expectantly. |
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Post by affy on Sept 16, 2011 11:58:42 GMT 10
---------“would you quit moving?” her roommate growled, pausing from the intricate pattern he was attempting to paint down the back of her thigh to frown up at her. “ but it tickles” she protested, wrinkling her nose a little. Ezekiel snorted, “ yeah, yeah, it always tickles. I don’t know how I let you talk me into these things..” he lamented, shaking his head. “ what? I’m doing you the favor here, who else would stand here for hours let you paint them blue all over?” Presley responded, raising a brow. “whatever pres, you love it. Sometimes I wonder if that’s the only reason we’re friends. He teased, resuming his work. For all his grumbling you’d think he was being coerced into these situations. Really, there was mutual exploitation by both parties. Ezekiel needed someone to test out new techniques, and Presley was all too willing to surrender herself to being a life sized dress up doll. Rinsing his brush and setting it down, Zeek slapped her lightly on the butt as he stood up, indicating he was finished. “I know, I know. I’m amazing. Feel free to shower me with praise any time now.” Her friend joked, following her across to the full length mirror that had taken up permanent residence in the what was meant to be the dining room. However, since everyone in the house preferred eating on the couch it was more frequently used for these dress up sessions. “ wow, z, you really have outdone yourself, it looks amazing” she gushed, spinning around a few times to admire it from all angles before skipping towards the door. “and where are you going?” Zeek asked, grabbing her hand and pulling her back, though he already knew the answer, “ outside.” she said simply, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. And for Presley it was. What good was all that time spent being painted if she didn’t make use of it?
---------Pulling from her friends grip she made her way outside, ducking into a thick bush by the sidewalk to wait for some unsuspecting pedestrian to pass by. Spying a guy coming down the street, she looked sternly up at her roommates who were crowded around the front door sniggering under their breaths and pressed a finger to her lips. Waiting until the man, who looked to be in his mid twenties and more than full of himself, was right in front of her, she pounced. But instead of a growl, an almost demure ‘meow’ escaped her lips and she cocked her head innocently to one side. Of course, this didn’t stop the guy from jumping sideways, his face coloring as he glanced up to see her roommates laughing openly at him, before hurrying quickly away. Standing up Presley proceeded casually down the street, shadowed by Ezekiel and a couple of her other roommates, as though there was nothing unusual about her appearance at all. Between the cat calls and the blatant stares she certainly didn’t go unnoticed. On a whim she ran up to a random house and knocked on the door, “ trick of treat ?” she sang, grinning broadly at the older woman, “its april” was the curt reply a few moments later, before she slammed the door. Shrugging, she skipped back down the steps, leaped onto Zeek for a hug, before continuing down the road. After another block she decided to try again. Knocking on the door, she waited for it to open, only to lose her train of thought for a moment as her eyes landed on the attractive guy who answered. Blue eyes were particular weakness for her. She was glad that with all the layers of paint he wouldn’t be able to see her blush. Composing herself again she bit lightly on her lip and smiled, “ trick of treat?”
roleplaying with, peter / hannah
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rocking these threads, think chick from avatar.
dear hannah, took me longer than I anticipated. apologies on the wait.
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Post by peter on Sept 17, 2011 7:06:50 GMT 10
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] TAGGED FOR AFFY AS PRESLEY | NO WORRIES! (:
There wasn't really any way for you to prepare Pete for what would be standing behind his door. It was a woman. Who actually, looked rather attractive, apart from the fact that she was blue.
Bright. Blue.
Which, to be honest, sort of threw Pete off guard a little at first. He sort of just stood there, looking at her for a second, and then he shook his head. You know what? He wasn't gonna judge. Wasn't even going to ask, nope, not at all. Trick or treating in April? Sure, okay. Just meant more treats, right? It was a good plan, even though he doubted that many people really would give out very much candy in April. So she was supposed to be one of those little blue dudes from Avatar, right? He'd actually fallen asleep the first time he had watched Avatar, he told himself he'd watch it again but he never did get around to it. However, the woman in front of him looked exactly like one of them. "All righty, then." He finally nodded slowly, a grin stretching from ear to ear. "Don't think we actually have any candy, though. If we do, Dani is hiding it from me." Which he would not be surprised, if she was. PJ leaned in as if sharing something in confidence as he said, "I have a notorious sweet tooth."
And then he grinned again, before continuing. "But we have some leftover pizza, I think, if that works for you." He paused. "Ooh, and I think I have a peppermint from Subway in my pocket. But I think it's been a few months.." A grimace. "Maybe you should stick to the pizza." He opened the door a little wider, studying her costume, wondering if she had just woke up that morning thinking, "Hey, I want to be a Na'vi today." or if this had been planned, or what. Cause it seemed like a random date to him. But okay. Whatever. Was this like a Capeside thing or just a whoever-this-woman-was thing? Because neither Daniella or Aimee had not warned him about this at all, and either they were both plotting on making him look stupid or this was just something this woman had made up on a whim. He honestly could not decide either one, and his eyebrows were knitted together as he tried to decide which it would be. But he didn't want to keep her waiting, even though it was her fault he was so confused. "So, uh.. How does that pizza sound?" He looked back at her eyes again, letting out a soft chuckle as he grinned crookedly. |
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Post by affy on Sept 23, 2011 1:01:32 GMT 10
---------For anyone else rocking up to some random persons house dressed like this would be out of the ordinary. Not Presley. She spent so much of her time doing strange things that it had pretty much become normal. She’d like to blame it on the fact that she spent most of her week around five year olds, but the fact was she’d been like this long before she’d ever stepped into a classroom. Not that it helped, of course, maybe if she’d chosen a different career path, one that entailed being around a lot of serious people for long periods of time she might have eventually settled down …but even then it was unlikely. If anything she would have corrupted everyone else with her individual brand of ridiculous. She had to stifle a grin when the man paused, his gaze fixating on her for a long moment – most likely to try an figure out exactly what was going on. She wasn’t surprised by this, it wasn’t something that happened very often, if ever. However, she was a little surprised at how quickly he moved past his initial surprise to complete acceptance of the situation, no questions asked. She couldn’t help but smile in response to the wide grin that spread across his face. Before the flicker of disappointment that pulled through her at the mention of a ‘dani’, who she figured must his girlfriend. It was really too bad, because he was rather gorgeous.
---------She couldn’t help but raise a brow at the mention of a month old peppermint, her head tilting to one side, “ exactly how long has it been since you washed those pants?” she asked, her gaze shifting down to his clothes for a moment before returning to his face, realizing a little too late that it probably wasn’t the most appropriate question to be asking a complete stranger. Then again, there wasn’t anything particularly polite about interrupting his afternoon to demand candy either, regardless of whether that demand had only been semi serious. However that thought was soon dismissed upon noticing his gaze take a more thorough tour of her body, which, in a rare moment of self consciousness, made her cheeks heat again. She might have been completely covered in blue paint, but she was still wearing very little. To his question she grinned, adding in an almost sultry tone, “ like a much better idea than candy ” after ice cream, pizza was one of her favorite foods. And one that, living with a group of boys, meant she had plenty of. In fact, A good quantity of afternoons were spent on the lounge, eating pizza and watching sport. Really the only time the tv wasn’t on espn was when Presley flicked over to watch top model and the like. “ im not really expecting to give up your pizza though. Don’t worry. My mom taught me not to take candy from strangers.” she chuckled lightly, “ pretty sure that includes pizza.”
roleplaying with, peter / hannah
listening to, sexy and i know it, lmfao.
rocking these threads, think chick from avatar.
dear hannah, this is failsauce. and fifty years overdue. im sorryyy :c
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Post by peter on Sept 24, 2011 5:00:49 GMT 10
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] TAGGED FOR AFFY AS PRESLEY | NONO, I DON'T MIND WAITING AND I LOVED IT (:!
Peter was a little shocked at the young woman's response to his having a month old peppermint in his pocket, but he actually just laughed at her. He didn't even know the last time he'd washed his pants, to be honest, the peppermint had probably been through the washing machine anyway. “You probably don't even want to know,” was his response, however, and he just kept chuckling as he examined her costume, noticing her slight uncomfortableness as he looked back at her eyes, but she got over that soon enough, which he would imagine, she was running around in an Avatar costume in the middle of April, after all.
You'd think self consciousness was the least of her worries. Pete chuckled again as she responded, shaking his head. She was already extremely interesting, though, he liked that. Interesting people right off the bat were always fun.
“Not taking candy from strangers seems quite like a damper on trick or treating to me,” he raised his eyebrows, giving her a look before he grinned again. Taking candy from strangers was always something you'd have to worry about with Pete. He would take candy from pretty much anyone who was offering it. “But if you insist, I'm Pete Evans. PJ or Peter or Petey, if you'd rather. Spiderman works, too." he held out his hand for her to shake with another grin before continuing.
“I'm twenty nine, from California, I have one older brother and seven younger siblings, I live with my best friend, I co own a restaurant with said best friend, or I will when it actually opens, I talk with my mouth full, I will eat basically anything you put in front of me, and I am sadly but incurably immature.” he paused here dramatically to take a breath, “And, now that you pretty much know me, fridge is that way unless you're more comfortable me bringing it to you.”
Here he pointed in the general direction of the kitchen, still grinning like an idiot, completely disregarding the idea that there was a possibility she really just didn't want his pizza, why else would she have even knocked in the first place? Really. There wouldn't have been a point, would there? None that he could think of, anyway.
This hospitable treatment shown to her was not just because she looked hot even through the blue body paint, he would later probably have to insist to Daniella after he told her that he was visited by a blue woman who was trick or treating in the middle of April and he invited her inside for pizza. Because one way or another, the subject would come up, with Pete. It was just because he was a naturally hospitable person. Probably a tad too trusting, though. She didn't seem like the kind of person who could overpower him and kill him or make off with his belongings, though. Well.. Nah, he was pretty sure she was okay. Though Pete always did trust his instincts a little too easily. He was rarely ever wrong about people, though. Trusting his gut almost never failed him.
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Post by affy on Sept 27, 2011 2:08:05 GMT 10
---------She was glad he didn’t seem to be offended by the question, but then, he was a guy, they tended not to get as touchy about that sort of thing, “ probably not.. ” she agreed, grinning, “ however its nothing new to me. I live with five boys and they’re all a little too enthusiastic about recycling clothing..” she added, shaking her head. A couple of times was fine, as long as it was smelly or stained in some way, but when they were wearing the same shirt for a week straight then she definitely drew the line. To his words she gave a shrug, “ served me well in college.. ” she said simply, smiling again, “ and since I know pretty much everyone within a block of my house, and them some, its not too limiting.” she assured him, giving a light laugh as he went onto introduce himself, because that was exactly what she would have done in the same situation. “presley. ” she offered as she took his hand, adding, “ you probably shouldn’t suggest nicknames like spiderman to me, I guarantee that’s the only one that will stick. ” which, despite the mischievous glint in her eyes as she said it, was completely true. She was horrible when it came to remembering peoples names, remembering ridiculous nicknames on the other hand…. she could still tell you the nicknames she’d given her stuffed toys when she was four.
--------- Her mouth almost fell open when he mentioned being one of nine kids. nine kids. And as a result she didn’t half of the rest of the things he’d said, “your mom had nine kids? ” she asked almost before he’d finished, absently running a hand across stomach as she tried to comprehend the idea. “ what a legend..” she added after a moment, lips pulling into a grin, “ I’ve always wanted a big family… but pushing a tiny human being out my vjayjay doesn’t seem like much fun..” she almost blushed again, why she felt the need to tell him that she didn’t even know. definitely an overshare. Shifting her weight, she grinned sheepishly, “ that was.. uh- ” she paused, biting on her lip, and shook her head, it was unusual for her to be embarrassed and she didn’t like it so much, “ so.. pizza.” she announced abruptly, her gaze flicking to where he’d pointed earlier. Following him tentatively into the house she glanced around, at little surprised at how at ease he was with letting someone he barely knew into his house. And a flash house it was too. She wasn’t going to lie, it felt more than a little weird going into someone elses kitchen and delving into someone elses fridge, at least when that someone happened to be someone she’d known no longer than five minutes. However, she was hungry, and he had pizza. Pizza he was willing to share. This was not something that could be passed up. Grabbing a piece she decided she was too impatient to bother heating it up and took a bite before turning back to her gracious host, her smile playful,“ so do you make a habit of letting strange women into your house, or am I just that special? ”
roleplaying with, peter / hannah
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rocking these threads, think chick from avatar.
dear hannah, presterrrrrrr <3
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Post by peter on Sept 27, 2011 4:59:30 GMT 10
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] TAGGED FOR AFFY AS PRESLEY | PRESTERRR
Pete's eyebrows raised slightly as she mentioned living with five dudes, but he grinned anyway. Pete had always lived with someone else, having eight brothers and sisters sort of sealed the deal for him, he got lonely far too easily. But this woman must have had a lot of patience to live with five males, he knew that they could be a handful. At least, most of his brothers were, and that was what Dani told him he was, but there was still only one of him.
“Ah. Well, I'm glad your trick or treating was never limited before now, then.” he shook his head slightly before going on to introduce himself. “Presley, as in Elvis?” was his first, automatic response to hearing her name. It probably wasn't anything she'd never heard before, but he'd never met anyone - much less a woman - by the name of Presley before. It was unique, fitting for her. He liked it. “I've actually never found anyone who would actually call me Spiderman before,” he chuckled. Most people just thought he was being ridiculous when he suggested it, which he was, but come on. Who would not want to be known as Spiderman? “So, I guess if you really want to, go for it.” he smiled.
Her reaction to his telling her that he had eight siblings was absolutely priceless. A kodak moment, for sure. The look on her face told him that she probably wasn't listening after that little tidbit of information, but he prattled on anyway, just in case, and because he was on a roll. “Nine.” he confirmed to her, with a wide grin. “And I'm sure my mother would absolutely love to be thought of as a legend.” he continued before she went on to admit she'd always wanted a big family, but then her last few words were absolutely, stunningly hilarious.
No matter the look on her face that showed she clearly didn't mean to reveal that much information, Pete cracked up into a loud round of deep laughter. “You know, it never sounded too appealing to me either. But luckily for me, I don't really have to worry about it.” he finally managed to say before she referred back to the pizza, which he led her to quietly for once, still holding back his chuckles.
His large apartment definitely had a woman's touch, which he could thank Dani for, or else he'd be leading Presley through a complete mess here. He opened the refrigerator door with a flourish, still smirking a little as she reached in and took herself a piece of pizza. Pete took this opportune moment to take a seat on the counter across from the fridge, as she turned around and asked him another question.
“Oh, only the pretty blue ones.” he answered cheerily, winking at her. “And what about you? Do you make a habit of coming into strange men's houses to eat their pizza?” Another grin. |
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Post by affy on Oct 7, 2011 0:16:08 GMT 10
---------She didn’t miss the way his eyebrows raised at the mention of her living arrangements, it wasn’t an unusual reaction, most people thought she was downright crazy. And maybe she was. But she’d tried to the whole living with girls thing in college and found that, strangely enough, she preferred living boys. It probably had something to do with being the only girl out of five kids, or having a mainly male circle of friends as kid, perhaps it was just the simple fact that guys made better cuddle buddies. Who knew. Of course there were the other more obvious reasons, not having to fight for the bathroom all the time for one, or having to watch any of the girly shows besides the ones she specifically liked. And last but not least, no odd looks regarding her slightly fanatical love of rugby, or her interest in sports at all. At his question she almost shook her head, if she had a dollar for every time someone had asked her that she’d be rich. People were at times terribly predictable. “ that’s the one ” she confirmed with a wry smile, “ My moms obsessed… Like shrine in the closet obsessed. However its nothing on my one for the beibez… which is rather magnificent if I do say so myself ” despite her best efforts, she couldn’t hold a straight face for more than a couple of seconds before grinning, “ im kidding obviously. Pshh, shrine in a closet? who does that? ” she shook her head, “ everyone knows the best place for one is over the bed” yeah, if he didn’t think she was crazy before he definitely would now. oh well. “ then your obviously hanging out with the wrong people” she told him matter-of-factly, “ oh I do want to. Truly. However it probably wont be voluntary, I seem to retain nicknames better than names, which is amusing but also rather inconvenient ” she added, giving a shrug, “ however I think its only fair that I get a badass nickname in return, no? ”
---------She almost felt a silly at her reaction to the fact that he had such a big family, its not like he was the only one. Still, it really wasn’t all that common anymore to have more than two or three kids. “ well she kind of is. my mom always said me and my brothers were a handful. And there were only four of us. ” then again, her mom had also been trying to juggle a high powered career at the same time, as well as trying to be an attentive wife. Not the easiest task. She could help but join in little with his laughter, glad that he didn’t seem to be bothered by her lapse in social etiquette. Her grandmother would be appalled to hear her talk that candidly about her lady parts. But then her grandmother would also be appalled to know she was running around in nothing but body paint and underwear. “ I know. which is just all kinds of unfair. Especially since you boys are the ones with the masochistic tendencies, why god didn’t give you that job is beyond me...” she offered with a slight pout as she followed him into the house. She had to hold back a laugh when he winked back at her, with a mouth full of pizza it really wasn’t advisable. Last thing she really wanted to do was spit food everywhere. Swallowing she grinned, biting lightly on her bottom lip before answering, “ only the cute ones ” laughing, she shook her head, “ actually, believe it or not. This is actually the first time.”
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dear hannah, rushed sorry. and choppy. and lateeeeee, my cuz is getting married on the weekend and im helping decorate/cater as well as singing in the ceremony. so yeahh, busy busy. also ill get that app up asap too.
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Post by peter on Oct 8, 2011 10:49:15 GMT 10
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] AFFY AS PRESLEY | NO WORRIES! TAKE YOUR TIME<3
Pete laughed as she confirmed the source of her name. “I like it. It's.. different.“ He fit in before she told him that her mother was obsessed with Elvis Presley, and he raised his eyebrows and attempted to hide his grin. “But of course, over the bed. The closet is so cliche.” He waved his arm and rolled his eyes dramatically and then grinned again. Pete was probably just as crazy as she seemed to be, if not crazier. Peter always thought that crazy people were just really more interesting than most other people.
“You know, I really am.” He said slowly, shrugging. “So many people all refusing to call me Spiderman. like they think I'm kidding or something. Pshtt.” He raised his shoulders in a shrug as she mentioned that she'd probably never remember his real name.“It's not like Peter's a really memorable name. Not like Presley, anyway.” He grinned widely and considered her words, nodding his head. “Makes sense to me. Any ideas?” He asked, narrowing his eyes slightly while he thought himself. They'd think of something for her eventually, he figured, but it might take a while. Someone as interesting as Presley deserved an interesting or unique nickname that fit.
Pete grinned again as she continued speaking. “Probably because He knew we really couldn't handle it. Don't tell anyone I said this, but we're really wimps most of the time.” He said confidentially, wiggling his eyebrows. “Plus, the experience sounds just really gross, no offense. And don't get me wrong, the outcome is usually worth it, but..” he shuddered and made a face. “Yu-uck.” Well, their conversation had just gotten from weird to even weirder, which he hadn't been certain would be possible, but they managed to make it possible.
Not that Peter was complaining or anything. It was actually really hilarious to him. He didn't know a lot of people who would really discuss these sort of things with him so lightheartedly. Dani probably would have gotten disgusted and smacked him by now, he wasn't really quite sure. Presley seemed pretty cool with it, though, which was surprising, to say the very least. But cool, nonetheless. He honestly liked that she didn't seem very ”prim and proper“. It was a nice change from most women he met. Though he couldn't really say he met a lot of women at his door dressed like a creature from a movie.
His grin widened even more when she looked like she was about to hurl her pizza out laughing at him, and he threw back his head and laughed as well. “Oh, really now? So I guess that makes me the cutest strange man.” He crossed his arms over his chest and his laugh softened to a chuckle. “Don't I feel special.” He cocked his head to the side. “So how's that pizza?” Pete asked halfheartedly, smirking slightly.
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Post by affy on Oct 21, 2011 1:08:19 GMT 10
---------She chuckled at little at his approval of her name, which was definitely a long way from the reactions she’d got back in grade school. It was always ‘presley? Isn’t that’s a boys name?’ or something along those lines, to which she’d usually retaliate with a punch or a well placed kick. Back in Tennessee she’d had quite a reputation for making boys cry, something her dad couldn’t be any more proud of, even when he was trying to discipline her for it. She couldn’t help but grin at his dramatics, the more time she spent around this guy, the more she found herself liking him. Though he was already ahead in her book simply by being ridiculously attractive. That he shared her penchant for the ridiculous was just an added bonus.
---------“really though. Its just not right. ” she agreed, shaking her head. “memorable isn’t all its cracked up to be, trust. ” she assured him, her expression becoming faintly mischievous, “ theres been times where I would rather people didn’t remember my name… ” she arched a brow at him, “ if you know what I mean” to his question she gave a shrug, “ pocahontas? Ive always secretly wished I was black, not gonna lie.. ” she suggested, only half joking. At his confession she gave an gasp, “ what? No way..” she replied, glancing at him in disbelief for a moment before her lips pulled into a teasing grin, “ I always suspected the whole macho thing was just a front, don’t worry though… your secrets safe with me” about here she felt it absolutely necessary to add an exaggerated wink. His next words made her giggle and shake her head, “ yuck? Seriously? You boys. Your all the same. You can watch movies with people getting shot, or blown up, or hacked into little pieces… but talk about periods, or childbirth and you get all uncomfortable.” which amused her no end, even if it really didn’t seem to make much sense. “ my dad actually fainted when I was born. Moms never let him live it down” And there she went again, was it tell a stranger your life story day today or something? she shook her head, adding, “ if my husband does that to me I swear I’ll kick his ass”
---------“ or the only one crazy enough to let me in?” she offered, grinning. “ the lady before you was not nearly as obliging let me tell you.. ” she informed him, pouting a little before shrugging, “ but its her loss. I’m amazing company..” she added with a nod, before glancing at him expectantly, “ right?” she asked, grinning playfully. Amazing might have been a bit of a stretch, but entertaining certainly, if not a little exhausting. Presley had far too much energy for most peoples liking. However that certainly came in handy when it came to her job. At least eighty percent of her students arrived in class still buzzing off whatever high sugar cereal they’d had that morning, and by the time that wore off, it was recess, and more teeth rotting goodies. At his question she smiled, “ its yum” she told him, though it was pretty obvious by the way she how quickly she’d scoffed it down that she was fan. Not that she was particularly picky when it came to food, pizza especially, “ so what kind of restaurant are you opening? ” she asked then, glancing over at him.
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rocking these threads, think chick from avatar.
dear hannah, every time i write a post for this thread it makes me want pizzaaaa.
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Post by peter on Oct 25, 2011 14:00:30 GMT 10
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] TAGGED FOR AFFY AS PRESLEY | (:
Pete smiled and shook his head. "I'd rather be memorable with all of it's downsides than forgotten and alone." He said with a shrug. A surprisingly deeper offhand comment than it probably sounded. Pete had been a high school football star, after all, until his knee got crushed and he was told he'd never play again, let alone the fact he'd have a limp for the rest of his life. He would certainly like to have been remembered in his own high school, at the very least. But he covered it up with a laugh, nodding slightly. "I think I catch your drift." He said with a grin.
"Pocahontas, huh?" Pete repeated, nodding slowly. "Hate to break it to ya, sweetheart, but I'm pretty sure Pocahontas was an Indian." He chuckled. "Not black." He laughed again as she told him she'd keep his secret for him. "Oh, thank you so much. You're a doll." With a smirk, that turned into another smile as she questioned his choice of words. "Yes, yuck!" He insisted childishly, laughing. "Come on, you don't imagine the experience being at all.. icky, for lack of a better word?" He wrinkled his nose and shook his head stubbornly. "How you all survive it is.. beyond me."
Peter laughed yet again as she informed him of her father's reaction to her birth.. "Well, I have to admit, I'd probably pass out if my daughter was blue, too.." he said teasingly, with a shrug of the shoulders. "I don't doubt you, though." He added, raising his eyebrows at this next statement. She certainly seemed the type to beat up her husband if he did such a thing whether he meant to or not, which was personally quite hilarious to Pete.
"Crazy, huh? Yeah, that could work too." He grinned. His brother would back that up. He was pretty sure Josiah had decided that Pete had lost his mind a long time ago. "You kidding?" He asked, waving his arm casually in the air. "You're the best company I've had since I moved to Capeside." Which was mostly true, all other company he'd had was either related to him or lived with him. Presley didn't fall into either of these categories, and so he felt comfortable enough in that assumption.
"Ah, I'm glad." He grinned as she told him how good the pizza was. He'd thought it was pretty good, himself. His eyebrows raised again as she asked about his restaurant. "Oh, so you were listening!" Pete smiled broadly. "So far as I've heard, fancy and mostly Italian. I don't really know, though. Dani's mostly the boss." He shrugged again. "She just let me tag along 'cause my pretty face brings out the customers," Here he entered a cocky but at the same time ridiculous grin at his visitor. |
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Post by affy on Nov 16, 2011 23:33:56 GMT 10
She wasn’t completely sure, but she could have sworn there was a hint sadness in his eyes for a moment, which definitely had her wondering. However she quickly dismissed it, she was probably just imagining things, she was rather good at that after all. Arching a brow she offered him a playful smile, “ who could forget that pretty face?” she certainly wouldn’t, he was definitely one of the most attractive men she’d met in awhile, not to mention charming and very funny. Which, given the caliber of humor she was surrounded by on a daily basis, was saying something.
She merely grinned at him as he confirmed her choice of nickname, brows tapering slightly as he continued, “ alright, smartass.” she responded, curbing the urge to pout like a two year old, “ So not cool of you to just call me out like that ” she added, shaking her head but smiling anyways. “ icky? ” She asked, arching a brow at him, “ did you really just say icky?” pressing her lips together so she wouldn’t laugh, she merely shook her head, adding, “ and I don’t have to imagine it, actually, my mom insisted on being there for all my brothers births, as well as a couple of my cousins.. ” pausing, she gave a slight shudder,“ you know, maybe icky is an appropriate…” she added, thoughtfully. It certainly wasn’t as beautiful and magical as everyone tried to make it out to be. Grinning a little as he pointed out having a blue kid would be pretty traumatic she shook her head, he almost had her there, almost. “ where do you think I get it from?” she asked, a mischievous smile pulling across her lips.
She laughed, “ my ears always perk up when it comes to food. Im like a guy in that way..” she admitted with a grin. She definitely wasn’t one of those girls that was shy about food, really, with the way she ate it was amazing she wasn’t the size of a house by now. She definitely had a few too many guilty pleasures. She chuckled lightly at the smug grin, “ oh it does, does it? ” she asked, raising a brow, “ well we are in dire need of decent Italian place.. ” she added, approvingly, there was plenty of good pizza places around, not so many that did much of the other Italian dishes, well at least.
She almost jumped when her left breast started, quite literally, quacking. And for at least half a second she glanced down at it, confused, before cracking a wide grin. She’d totally forgotten that she’d tucked her phone in there earlier, mainly so that Ezekiel didn’t confiscate it from her for moving too much. Standing still wasn’t really her strong suit. She offered him an almost embarrassed look as she fished the phone from her bra and then went on to read the text. She’d totally forgotten that she’d left her roommates standing around outside. It had only been like five minutes, but that was evidently enough time for zeek to start to worry, and jump to worst conclusions, he definitely watched too much CSI, glancing back up she smiled, “ I should probably get going before my friend breaks down your door.. ” she glanced back towards the front of the house, “ it looks pretty expensive ” offering him a grin, she tucked the phone back in her bra, before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek, “ thanks for the pizza.. ” she added, admiring the bright blue lip prints her lipstick had left on his cheek for a moment, before heading for the door.
roleplaying with, spidermannn / hannah
listening to, neyoo
rocking these threads, think chick from avatar.
dear hannah, im sorry this sucks. the heat has melted my brain. anyways, idk if you still wanna reply to this orrrrr should we just start the new thread? up to you.
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