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Post by Aiden Craverson on Sept 2, 2007 21:30:22 GMT -5
-As Blaise-
Blaise sat in the food court, eating and reading comics. Lately, he'd been anti-social; either hanging out with Zella and/or Alliey, or being locked up his room. But today, he decided to head to the mall's food court.
He had some chinese food in front of him; the day's paper also in front of him. He was reading. Lately, he was having an artistic block. So he was trying to get that back. He took a sip of his soda that he had with him and picked at his food; when reading, he rarely ate anything.
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Post by Jamie Walker on Sept 5, 2007 8:13:50 GMT -5
((Fine if she can't jump on his back...))
Zella had been in the Hot Topic talking to her friend who worked there. Walking out she had 2 big bags from her shopping spree induced by winning $1000 dollars the previous night in a 'Young Artists of America' contest. Apparently her morbidity in her work stood out enough to win. So now for the world to see in the entry way of the downtown art museum was her drawing of a graveyard. The grave farthest to the left had a skeleton climbing out with the heart visible and drawn with such detail you could swear you saw it beating with your own eyes.
As she walked she decided a couple of egg rolls from the asian place in the food court would hit the spot so that was where she headed. Seeing Blaise, Zella smiled and she walked toward him, set her bags down... he seemed not to notice. Walking away to the chinese place she got a plate with 4 egg rolls and came back... still no responce. With that she sat in his lap and kissed his cheek. "Hey you."
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Post by Aiden Craverson on Sept 25, 2007 18:25:04 GMT -5
-As Blaise-
He didn't know why the newspapers amused him. Some stories were weird, some boring, some interesting. The comics were always the best. And usually helped him think of something to draw. But still, his mind drew a blank. Something was wrong with him.
As Zella sat on his lap, he smirked, kissing her on the lips. "Hey you. So, how's the wonderful Zella this wonderfully boring day?"
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Post by Zellarinia Blaine on Sept 25, 2007 18:51:52 GMT -5
"Fairly well... just getting some new clothes. I got my paycheck and decided I deserved a new outfit." With a smile she kissed him again. "How about you? How is my Blaisey today?'
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Post by Scott Fitzpatrick on Sept 25, 2007 18:53:50 GMT -5
-As Blaise-
He shrugged. "My artistic-ness is gone....Zella, dear, I haven't drawn anything decent in.....days!" He went a little dramatic, just for added effect. He kissed her back once more before saying, "Well, with your good taste in clothing, no doubt you had fun looking for new stuff, huh?"
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Post by Zellarinia Blaine on Sept 25, 2007 19:04:17 GMT -5
"Yes, I even bought a dress for this national arts convention. The big contest I entered a few of my pieces in is next week. Apparently I made finals. Oh and if you ever need a muse." She stopped to kiss the side of his neck, "I'm sure we can figure somethign out."
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Post by Scott Fitzpatrick on Sept 25, 2007 19:07:28 GMT -5
-As Blaise-
He closed his eyes for a second, saying, "Well, I'm not surprised. You deserve it. And yes, maybe the muse should come back with me....maybe to my place? To help me?"
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Post by Zellarinia Blaine on Sept 25, 2007 19:15:18 GMT -5
"Of course she will." Zella smiled lightly with a slight hint of a smirk. "When do we leave?"
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Post by Scott Fitzpatrick on Sept 25, 2007 19:16:16 GMT -5
-As Blaise-
He shrugged. "Anytime you deem worthy of leaving this bore-fest." He smirked as he wrapped one arm around her, the other tapping his leg.
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Post by Zellarinia Blaine on Sept 25, 2007 19:18:15 GMT -5
"Now works." She said with a smile as he put his arm around her. Placing her arms around his neck, she placed a head on his shoulder.
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Post by Scott Fitzpatrick on Sept 25, 2007 19:21:26 GMT -5
He grinned, slowly standing up, using his other hand, managing to lift her up. Even if he was as skinny as hell, he could still pick her up. He looked at her bag and said, "Um...okay, looks like my teeth have to do some work unless you want to grab your bag?" He inclined his head toward the bag. He used his free fingers to throw out his place. He was going to leave the newspaper there. He didn't want to put Zella down either.
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Post by Zellarinia Blaine on Sept 25, 2007 19:28:20 GMT -5
"I'll carry it, if you carry me." She smiled reaching for the bag but coming just a little shy.
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Post by Scott Fitzpatrick on Sept 25, 2007 19:29:49 GMT -5
-As Blaise- He nodded, bending his knees slightly to allow Zella to pick up the bag. "Come on. The car's outside. I mean...your chariot awaits, m'lady."
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Post by Zellarinia Blaine on Sept 25, 2007 19:36:31 GMT -5
She blushed, he was so cute when he talked all chilvilrous. Picking up her bag she waited to be moved. The feel of his arms was nice, he was much stronger than her last boyfriend.
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Post by Scott Fitzpatrick on Sept 26, 2007 15:26:54 GMT -5
-As Blaise-
He grinned, walking toward the exit to the mall. The parking lot was close by; all he had to do was just head out the doors and there would be his car. He started heading toward the door, talking. "So, what ever shall we do once we get to my place, love?"
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