|
|
Post by aerion leblanc on Apr 15, 2012 18:47:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzju29VxIR1r9g6hvo2_100.png')][atrb=style, border: 1px dotted #D7E0E3] [style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; margin: 5px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; border-left: 14px solid #D7E0E3; border-bottom: 1px solid #D7E0E3][style=font-family: amatic sc; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; border-left: 10px solid #D7E0E3; border-right: 10px solid #D7E0E3]BUT BIG ENOUGH TO CUT ME[/style] Aerion walked through the streets, silent as a snake. Matchbox perched on her shoulder, a small blue flame flaring on his wing. It was currently night time, the street only illuminated by the streetlamps spread apart from each other. She slipped silently through the shadows, keeping herself unnoticed.
Night time was always one of Aerie's favorite times of day, mostly because she could walk around without much worry of being spotted. Her hand was wrapped around a plastic cup, the other around a spoon. She had gone out to buy some groceries, but ended up only purchasing a pudding. She took a bite and frowned, letting the spoon hang from her mouth.
A drop of cold water hit her nose, and she blinked in shock, nearly flinching. She looked upwards as the rain began to fall, the sound of water hitting the ground surrounding her. Aerie grew lost in a daze, completely unaware that she was currently getting soaked to the bone. It wasn't until Matchbox ruffled his feather, pressing close to her, and chirped in her ear that she noticed the presence of someone behind her.[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe; border-bottom: 30px solid #fefefe; margin-right: 5px] [style=font-family: amatic sc; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 1px; border-left: 10px solid #D7E0E3; margin-top: 5px]TOO SMALL TO MATTER[/style] [style=border-top: 1px solid #D7E0E3; font-family: georgia; font-size: 6pt; padding-top: 10px; text-transform: uppercase]coded by mtqc of ote[/style] [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 54pt; color: #D7E0E3; z-index: 1000; margin-left: 80px]}[/style] [style=background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px; margin-top: -65px]apologies for the roofing /shot[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px]TAG: REITO[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px]STATUS: ONGOING[/style][/style] |
|
|
|
|
Post by Reito Mimura on Apr 15, 2012 22:18:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true]
[atrb=height,380,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #000000; border-top-left-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-topleft:4em; height: 350px; width: 125px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-left: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317] | [atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive It was just another day. After finishing his classes for the day, the 19-year-old had set out for dinner at a nearby mall. It was a simple dinner, really. True, it may have been rather pathetic having dinner outside on his own, but considering that he had ran out of food in his own kitchen, it was the only choice he had, really. He did not want to starve. No one does. Besides, that was good chicken. He was not going to regret it. Nope, not at all.
He was wearing a long-sleeved V-neck black shirt, and a simple pair of blue denim jeans, with his black Converse shoes. His left hand was in his pocket, and within his right, he grasp the handle of a white umbrella, an object he had sought to carry with him from home, in fear of getting caught in the rain this particular day. And he was rather fortunate to have, too, for soon enough, he felt a slight chill come upon his left shoulder. He slowed in his tracks, turning his head to glance towards its direction, before allowing a soft frown to come upon his face. He raised his head, looking up at the sky.
As he did, he felt a drop of rain come upon his cheek. Yup, it was definitely going to rain. A soft sigh escaping his lips, he proceeded to open his umbrella and hold it up above him with his right hand, as he continued on in his walk home. As he did, however, he passed by a junction. And he noticed a rather familiar yet peculiar sight to his right. He stopped in his tracks, turning towards its direction as he stared at the familiar patch of green.
Green hair.
... Reito blinked. Was this for real? A soft smirk came upon his face. Oh, of course he remembered her. How could he forget? She had drugged him, left him in the bar asleep, and then drew on his face. Oh, he was so going to get back at her. He moved up to her, his focus then on her instead of the flaming bird upon her shoulder, which was a rather... Silly mistake. As soon as he was behind her, he would raise his hand so that the umbrella covered them both.
"Well, what do you know? We meet again." He spoke, that sneer never leaving his face.
you can't break the broken, TAGGED: aerion leblanc
NOTES: n/a
made by FLOU of OTE.
song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES. |
|
|
|
|
Post by aerion leblanc on Apr 16, 2012 18:56:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzju29VxIR1r9g6hvo2_100.png')][atrb=style, border: 1px dotted #D7E0E3] [style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; margin: 5px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; border-left: 14px solid #D7E0E3; border-bottom: 1px solid #D7E0E3][style=font-family: amatic sc; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; border-left: 10px solid #D7E0E3; border-right: 10px solid #D7E0E3]BUT BIG ENOUGH TO CUT ME[/style] Well, this wasn't very pleasant.
Aerion turned halfway, suddenly aware of the lack of water hitting her and instead a very chilly feeling. She was definitely going to catch a cold later. At least it proved that she wasn't an idiot. At the sound of the man's voice, Matchbox immediately extinguished his flame, his talons digging into Aerion's shoulder. Luckily they were standing away from a lamp, and it was quite dark, so the change in feathers wasn't prominent.
"Indeed," she replied softly, turning around to face him fully now. "I see you erased the marker off your face." She was a little disappointed, but it had already been several days since they had met in the night club. There was a moment of awkward silence before she shook her head and sneezed. "I didn't drug you, for your information," she commented quietly, sniffing a little. "But I'm afraid I can't tell you why you fell asleep either."
Her words were probably going to make her argument unjustifiable, but it was worth a shot. A sharp pain suddenly erupted in the back of her head and she ducked instinctively, a hand reaching up to feel her damp green locks. She sneezed again and sighed, her skin and insides cold.
A small thought pricked the back of her mind like the sharp pain, and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She felt obliged to say it, mostly because she had rendered the man unconscious and drawn on his face. She didn't even pay for his drink. "...My name's Aerion. Nice to meet you."[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe; border-bottom: 30px solid #fefefe; margin-right: 5px] [style=font-family: amatic sc; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 1px; border-left: 10px solid #D7E0E3; margin-top: 5px]TOO SMALL TO MATTER[/style] [style=border-top: 1px solid #D7E0E3; font-family: georgia; font-size: 6pt; padding-top: 10px; text-transform: uppercase]coded by mtqc of ote[/style] [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 54pt; color: #D7E0E3; z-index: 1000; margin-left: 80px]}[/style] [style=background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px; margin-top: -65px]C:[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px]TAG: REITO[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px]STATUS: ONGOING[/style][/style] |
|
|
|
|
Post by Reito Mimura on Apr 17, 2012 23:29:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true]
[atrb=height,380,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #000000; border-top-left-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-topleft:4em; height: 350px; width: 125px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-left: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317] | [atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive "Indeed. I see you erased the marker off your face."
Reito scoffed. The marker. Now, see, among all the things that she had done upon Reito, that drawing on his face was probably the most bothersome one. It was embarrassing enough to fall asleep in the bar, considering that others had done so as well, but to wake up with markings and swirls on his face? That was quite bothersome, indeed. "Oh, yeah. It's long gone." Reito replied, with the sarcastic tone slithering in at the proper moment. She would grow silent once again, displaying that peculiarity that Reito had come to remember her by. She was certainly socially awkward, if anything else.
"I didn't drug you, for your information, But I'm afraid I can't tell you why you fell asleep either."
Reito raised an eyebrow. Another scoff escaped his lips, as he tilted his head. So, she didn't drug him? But she can't tell him why he fell asleep? Well, that was... Relieving. "Aren't you being defensive? I didn't even say you did. But you know, I'm not gonna drop this. I'll find out. Sooner or lat--" And she sneezed, cutting him off. Reito frowned, but nonetheless glanced at her in a worried manner. Well, she had been quite in the rain, but it had only been for a short while. Was she really that nonresistant?
And then, she glanced back up at him, smiling. And Reito furrowed his eyebrows. What was she thinking this time? "...My name's Aerion. Nice to meet you."
Reito stared at her. And he blinked. Twice. Thrice. Before shaking his head, a soft sigh escaping his lips, his left hand coming up to place itself upon his forehead. She really was an oddball.
"Uhm, nice to meet you, then, Aerion. Mine's Reito, but you can just call be Rei. And I'll call you Aer." He replied, lowering his left hand with a soft smile on his face. If she was going to be this unusual, he might as well entertain her, for all that was worth. "Now that we've got that cleared, let's not stand around here any longer. It's obvious the rain's gotten to you, so I'll just walk you home, alright?"{/b] He offered, jerking his head towards the road behind her, presuming that was the direction to her home.
After all, she was just walking that way earlier when he first saw her.
you can't break the broken, TAGGED: aerion leblanc
NOTES: n/a
made by FLOU of OTE.
song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES. |
|
|
|
|
Post by aerion leblanc on May 2, 2012 20:56:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzju29VxIR1r9g6hvo2_100.png')][atrb=style, border: 1px dotted #D7E0E3] [style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; margin: 5px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; border-left: 14px solid #D7E0E3; border-bottom: 1px solid #D7E0E3][style=font-family: amatic sc; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; border-left: 10px solid #D7E0E3; border-right: 10px solid #D7E0E3]BUT BIG ENOUGH TO CUT ME[/style] Aerion furrowed her brow, a hand reaching up to rub the back of her neck. It was still relatively warm, she noted, although everything else was cold. She really would've preferred to stay in the rain, really, because once Reito had held the umbrella over her head, it was just cold wind blowing against her. Speaking of which. "I....don't know what I feel about that nickname," she muttered, wiping a raindrop off her cheek. She wasn't about to start calling the male Rei like he suggested, though.
"It's obvious the rain's gotten to you, so I'll just walk you home, alright?"
The girl frowned and shook her head, drops of water spraying from the tips of her soaked green hair. Shaking her head made it hurt, Aerion reminded herself with a sigh. Looking up at Reito, she contemplated for a moment before saying, "I....don't live....here." She muttered the last word quietly, her voice dwindling down with each syllable.
It was true, she reflected. Aerion didn't really have a permanent home, being a himan; she was currently staying in a hotel on the other side of town (why she was in the residential area was because of a hit) and she didn't exactly want to go back across town with a male following her. Not to mention that she actually had no idea where she was at the moment. "No, it's okay," Aerie sighed, sniffing. She swiped a finger below her nose and frowned at the cold temperature. "I'll find my way home somehow."
She tilted her head and blinked her green eyes at Reito. "What are you doing out here?" She asked, squeezing some water out of her hair. Matchbox chirruped in her ear softly and shifted before settling down again.[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe; border-bottom: 30px solid #fefefe; margin-right: 5px] [style=font-family: amatic sc; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 1px; border-left: 10px solid #D7E0E3; margin-top: 5px]TOO SMALL TO MATTER[/style] [style=border-top: 1px solid #D7E0E3; font-family: georgia; font-size: 6pt; padding-top: 10px; text-transform: uppercase]coded by mtqc of ote[/style] [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 54pt; color: #D7E0E3; z-index: 1000; margin-left: 80px]}[/style] [style=background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px; margin-top: -65px]and then this rare and horrible post comes along[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px]TAG: REITO[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px]STATUS: ONGOING[/style][/style] |
|
|
|
|
Post by Reito Mimura on May 3, 2012 0:32:10 GMT -5
[style=font-family: open sans condensed; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: -20px; color: #efefef]SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=width:175px; border: 3px solid #000000; height: 450px; float: left] [/style] [style=float: right; width: 293px; color: #efefef; background-color: #000000; height: 30px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; margin-left: -2px; text-align: center; padding-top: 10px]who am i to disagree?[/style][style=float: right; width: 272px; color: #000000; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -0.5px; font-family: helvetica; padding: 10px; margin-top: 1px; text-align: justify; border-left: 3px solid #000000; margin-left: -5px; height: 391px; overflow: auto; background-color: #efefef]"I....don't know what I feel about that nickname,"
Reito smirked. So, it bothered her, huh? Just the right weapon Reito needed to get back at Miss Squiggly here. Reito may not be overly vengeful, but he owed Aerion a little something for what she had done to him back at the bar. Roofing him was considerably common, considering the setting, so Reito would not have been annoyed at her for that, but she had taken it a step further and left him there sleeping on the bar, with drawings on his face. If he had a way to bother her without driving her away, then this was it.
He shrugged.
"Get used to it, Aer."
She then proceeded to shake her head, as an answer to his question. Reito's smirk faded away almost instantly as he leaned away from her, water droplets spraying upon his face and thereafter, his hand when he raised it to protect himself. Man, what was she doing? "I....don't live....here. Reito's eyes slowly widened, as he peered through his fingers and into her eyes. She did not live here? Well, Reito figured that Aerion was probably foreign, but he hoped that she didn't mean her home country. Cause, that would be a ridiculous answer. Then again, from what Reito knew of Aerion, he wouldn't be surprised.
"No, it's okay, I'll find my way home somehow."
Somehow? Reito furrowed his eyebrows. She was lost, wasn't she? Reito sighed, leaning on his right foot as he raised his free left hand, scratching the back of his head, his hair being ruffled in the act. "What are you doing out here?" It was then that he heard the soft bird call and he turned towards its direction, and there it was, a small little creature propped upon Aerion's shoulder. He would widen his eyes in curiousity, as he leaned in slightly, looking at the bird. Well, wasn't that an oddly tamed pet. He would have figured that the bird flew off to find shelter the moment it found rain, instead of suffering under it with its owner. After all, birds had a whole lot more to lose when they were wet.
His eyes never leaving the bird, Reito proceeded to answer.
"Well, if you must know, I live here. Right down the road behind you, actually. That's an interesting pet you have there." Reito felt rather tempted, as he raised his left hand, his index finger sticking out to try and poke the bird in the belly. Whatever reaction came from it, Reito would straighten himself and finally glance at Aerion. "You're lost, aren't you? Heh. Well, if you'd like, I can let you dry up over at my place, and when the rain's gone, you can head back home. I don't think the rain's gonna be gone anytime soon. If you like the rain, sure, but I don't know about your feathery friend here."{/b]
[/style] |
[style=width: 453px; background-color: #000000; height: 35px; margin-top: -4px; font-family: oswald; padding: 10px; color: #efefef; font-size: 13px]TAGS: aerion leblanc NOTES: hehe. :3[/style] [style=margin-top: -15px; opacity: 0.6; font-size: 10px] made by FLOU of OTE.[/style] |
|
|
|
Post by aerion leblanc on May 4, 2012 19:03:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzju29VxIR1r9g6hvo2_100.png')][atrb=style, border: 1px dotted #D7E0E3] [style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; margin: 5px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; border-left: 14px solid #D7E0E3; border-bottom: 1px solid #D7E0E3][style=font-family: amatic sc; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; border-left: 10px solid #D7E0E3; border-right: 10px solid #D7E0E3]BUT BIG ENOUGH TO CUT ME[/style] "Well, if you must know, I live here. Right down the road behind you, actually. That's an interesting pet you have there."
A frown tugged at Aerion's lips as Reito gave Matchbox a poke in his feathered stomach (or gizzard, whatever). The skylark bent down to peck at the finger, barely missing it as the male straightened up again. "He's....yes. He's a skylark," she muttered, a bit unnecessarily. 'And I didn't ask to know where you lived,' she added silently.
She wrinkled her nose and contemplated her actions, wondering if actually intruding on the guy's house would be polite (as if drawing on his face wasn't). "You're pretty arrogant, aren't you?" Aerion murmured, raising her hand up to Matchbox as an invitation to climb on. "And sure, I'll accept your offer." The skylark gingerly stepped onto the cold hand, digging his talons into the pale skin.
He shook his feathers out, puffing up before Aerie gestured upwards, prompting the bird to take off. She stealthily tapped the box hanging on her hip with a slender finger, indicating that he needed to return before she entered the house.
Aerion sneezed again before looking up at Reito, slightly hopeful. "I hope your house is as near as you say it is. And I'm not lost," she said a bit stubbornly. "Just wandered too far." Little did she know that she looked like she was pouting. Matchbox blinked at the duo from a nearby tree, tilting his head before taking off again.[/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe; border-bottom: 30px solid #fefefe; margin-right: 5px] [style=font-family: amatic sc; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 1px; border-left: 10px solid #D7E0E3; margin-top: 5px]TOO SMALL TO MATTER[/style] [style=border-top: 1px solid #D7E0E3; font-family: georgia; font-size: 6pt; padding-top: 10px; text-transform: uppercase]coded by mtqc of ote[/style] [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 54pt; color: #D7E0E3; z-index: 1000; margin-left: 80px]}[/style] [style=background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px; margin-top: -65px]damn awkward[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px]TAG: REITO[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #fefefe; padding: 2px]STATUS: ONGOING[/style][/style] |
|
|
|
|
Post by Reito Mimura on May 9, 2012 16:37:05 GMT -5
[style=font-family: open sans condensed; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: -20px; color: #efefef]SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=width:175px; border: 3px solid #000000; height: 450px; float: left][/style] [style=float: right; width: 293px; color: #efefef; background-color: #000000; height: 30px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; margin-left: -2px; text-align: center; padding-top: 10px]who am i to disagree?[/style][style=float: right; width: 272px; color: #000000; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -0.5px; font-family: helvetica; padding: 10px; margin-top: 1px; text-align: justify; border-left: 3px solid #000000; margin-left: -5px; height: 391px; overflow: auto; background-color: #efefef]Well, wasn't that close? Any later, and he would have to have a prick on his finger to deal with. He knew that birds, despite being small, still had a mean peck to them. And this bird looked no different. He blinked at it as it failed to leave a mark on Reito's skin, before turning to Aerie as she spoke. "He's....yes. He's a skylark,"
"A skylark, hmm?" He replied in acknowledgement, his golden irises once again fixating upon the creature, in both awe and curiousity. That was simply how Reito was. Curious. Whenever something intrigued his attention, his pursue for knowledge to clarify everything about it would be relentless. And at that moment, unfortunately, Aerie had served to pique his curiousity.
"You're pretty arrogant, aren't you? And sure, I'll accept your offer."
Reito scoffed, his eyes once again on hers as he spoke. He raised an eyebrow, obviously bothered by the comment itself. Not to the point that he was annoyed, no, but enough to garner a reaction from him. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Where did that come from? You did ask what I was doing here."
"I hope your house is as near as you say it is. And I'm not lost, just wandered too far." Oh, that was right. She did accept the offer he had extended. With a soft smile on his face, he uncrossed his arms, before looking past her shoulder. And then, taking a step past her so that he was standing by her side, he stretched an arm out towards his house, giving her a soft mock bow of his head. "Shall we proceed, then?" He chuckled, obviously teasing her with a bit of chivalry, fully aware of how, well, oblivious she was to the approaches in the field of romance.
"And suuure, you weren't lost." Reito replied in a rather sarcastic yet playful manner, as he proceeded to lead the way to his house, while holding the umbrella above both of them.[/style] |
[style=width: 453px; background-color: #000000; height: 35px; margin-top: -4px; font-family: oswald; padding: 10px; color: #efefef; font-size: 13px]TAGS: aerion leblanc NOTES: sorry for the lateness. orz[/style] [style=margin-top: -15px; opacity: 0.6; font-size: 10px] made by FLOU of OTE.[/style] |
|
