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 Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2016 9:03 pm
xxxx{ ② ωєєк тιмє sкιρ }
→ мσиםαч, נαиυαяч ①⑤тн ←
םαч ① σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ⑨⑨ ◦
( ③ мσитнs, ⑨ םαчs )
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2016 6:13 am
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❛Closure is a joke. The only apology you need, is the one you ower yourself for staying as long as you did. The only conversation you need to have and the only person you need to see, is the person in the mirror. Look at yourself and say "You know what? I ******** up. My worth is more than that." That's your closure.
Don't keep dancing with the devil and wonder why you're still in hell.❜
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Mood: Frustrated | Company: None | Wearing: Madame Red | Crushing on: No One | Cash: $976
Vixen pushed open the door into the night club, feeling eyes on her as she walked through the crowd with heels clicking against the ground. She had dressed very differently today and for once, she had decided to step out of her shell. Without casting any gaze towards the few couple of men who tried to approach her, she made her way towards the bar counter. The counter was cold to the touch and she continued to tap her fingers against the hard surface. "B-52 would be great." she stated and it didn't take long until for her drink to arrive. She admired her flaming drink for a while before gulping her drink down all at once with a straw. The fox cringed at the burning sensation as the liquid slid down her throat. It felt a little strange at first but she had gradually gotten used to it and found a delightful sensation in her small experience earlier. "Give me another shot." she stated. The sounds of glass shattering not too far from her had caught her attention and it appears to be one of those.. being caught red handed kind of situation. Everyone who noticed stopped whatever they were doing and glanced their way. The bartender was no exception; she supposed her drink will have to wait and with that, she redirected her gaze back towards the dramatic couple. It was surprising for a change, a man (perhaps) in his thirties furiously stormed towards an inappropriately dressed woman who appears to be his partner or wife of some sort, that had gotten herself surrounded by a group of men. It wasn't hard to tell that if not all, then most of them were already drunk. The fox found it to be quite a shame and it wasn't even that late into the night. The woman didn't seem to want to leave despite the man's stern voice and that particular action made him even more furious than he already is. Vixen eyed the woman: flushed cheeks, messy hairdo, slightly ruined makeup. And then at the rest of the men: messy clothes, untucked shirts and loose belt. It wasn't hard to figure out what sort of indecent activities they've done before Vixen arrived. She shrugged. She couldn't blame the woman for sleeping around with men for she, herself was the same though she can always blame her for being unfaithful. Her eyebrows furrowed, obviously irritated over what the woman has done. This small situation had caused her to wonder why people even cheat to begin with. Were they bored with each other? Were they unsatisfied? Were they craving for attention? Was it the same for.. him? Her irises darkened and she turned away. Watching them even further would only irritate her further and as if understanding her current situation, the bartender placed her flaming cocktail in front of her. Vixen smiled, and once again, finished her drink at one go. "Sweet mother of god, it burns." she hissed. Annoyed by the on going commotion, she glanced the woman's way and upon noticing, she had started to bash the fox with vulgar words. Vixen attempted to ignore her and with a snap of a finger, a small orb of black fox fire danced around her fingertip, warning her to stop, in which she did. Eventually. The bouncer came and took care of the small commotion. She felt her mood lift a little as she watched them leave though the feeling of ocassional stares she's been recieving are starting to annoy her.
"The ******** are you looking at." she cussed furiously. Surprised and shocked, they quickly returned to their business and carried on as if nothing had happened. "Ugh. Give me a liquid viagra this time. Double the shots." she frowned. Great. She feels worse than ever. Thankfully Crevan wasn't around when she had decided to head out. If not, he'd definitely be telling her off right this instant. Gulping down her alcohol, she rested her head above her arms on the countertop. Just when will she be able to recover from this lost love. She promised she wouldn't dwell on her past anymore but today, she returned to how she usually was. She felt weak. She felt.. useless. She needed a distraction and she needs to find one quick.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 4:33 pm
  {"Stand up for something, even if it means standing alone. Because often times, the one who flies solo has the strongest wings."}
{The Military Brat}
{The Fighter}
{Thoughts:Work again...ugh. At least I can play music~}  Kuro was simply put, having a rotten day. She hadn't seen Fisher since New Years, and hadn't thought he would really not return. She had spent the day re-arranging the room and setting it up for him in hopes he would return. In all honesty, she didn't care to much, but she felt slight guilt at having possibly hurt him. Though it would have served him right. But still, she had been bluffing and joking around, forgetting how sensitive the boy was. It pissed her off just thinking about the happy-go lucky boy and how he could be equally happy with that one girl. She didn't want to think about the love-nonsense or anything. She would work on apologizing to him and figure out a way to make it up. Which didn't happen often. She still had a lot to study, including stopping by the potion shop to cure her of her suspicion on the hooded figure who worked there. Could it have been a connection? Shaking her head, she walked through the doors of the night club, saluting her boss and heading over to the dj station. It seemed that it was a busy time, beginning to set up quickly before tapping the mic. "Alright I'm your Dj Kuro, lets get the dancing flowing up in here! If you have any requests you're free to let me know, though that doesn't mean I'll pay it any attention. Enjoy the music folks!" Kuro's voice had some excitement to it, but this was only cause she had to do so. Her face holding that everlasting emotionless. She said what was told of her to say and then began the first song, djing it up. OOC: 
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 12:48 pm
xxxx → sαтυяםαч, נαиυαяч ⑳тн ←
םαч ⑥ σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ①0④ ◦
( ③ мσитнs, ⑭ םαчs )
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 11:06 pm
╔══════════════╗ ►ι αм: Curious◄ ►мσηєу: $1000◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Waiting for service◄ ►ωнєяє αм ι: Neon Lights◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Something nice◄ ►мαякιиgѕ: Back Tattoo, Upper Arms/Left Hip Tattoo, Upper Right Shoulder, Right Thigh Tattoo◄ ►ςσи∂ιтισи: Healthy◄ ►αςςєит: Australian◄ ►вℓσσ∂ ρσιитѕ: 80/100◄ ╚══════════════╝  At the place of lights and noise is where you are needed...what an odd thing for the spirits to tell Coorah in the morning during her meditation and commune into the spirit world. However, the spirits have never led her astray, the benevolent ones at least, so she trust the words that she was given and prepared for the rest of her day with a tough exercise regime and a vegetarian breakfast consisting of egg and avocado burrito and one orange. After consultation with her spirit friend Fiona over what outfit to wear today, Coorah settled on a blue rib bra top, black skinny jeans, black leather combat boots, black elbow length finger-less gloves and her favorite blue magic amulet. Before she left the house Fiona insisted that she also wear a jacket or a coat since it was suppose to be chilly out there, so she also put on a shearling biker jacket and grabbed her bag as she left her house. So where is this place of lights and noise? As she wandered around, she asked her friend Fiona to search for this place of lights and noise and after an hour of riding her motorcycle aimlessly, Fiona returned to her and informed of her a place that she believes to be the place of lights and noise. She ended up parking her motorcycle close to a place called Neon Lights and according to Fiona, this seems to be the right place. Upon entering the establishment, she has to admit that the inside is semi-colorful and certainly has much noise coming from what she assumes to be the DJ of the club. For now she will assume she has to be here but for what purpose she doesn't know. An hour on the road has made her parched and now that she is inside, she doesn't need to wear her jacket anymore so she took that off for the time being and made her way to the bar, setting the jacket on her lap as she sat down on one of the bar stools. All she needs is a bartender who will make her something to drink.""
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 2:14 pm
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Work was steady today. Of course the place was full per usual, but not many people were ordering that many mixed drinks. And for that, Alexander was pretty damn grateful. He was a simple man after all. For now, Alex sat back and watched people mingle, intermingle, dance, so on and so forth. He tended to the bar, cleaning it's counter tops, polishing the glasses, and arranging the bottle assortment that stood behind him in display. Slow and steady as always. As he cleaned off his glasses - which he dreaded wearing, but couldn't find his contacts this morning - a woman of an umber complexion took a seat at one of the bar stools. Alex quickly put on his glasses, straightened out his black button up, and made his way towards her, "Whats your poison?" He asked with an effortless smile.
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Bank. $1000 || Status. Single || Outfit. Work Uniform
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 3:42 pm
╔══════════════╗ ►ι αм: Curious◄ ►мσηєу: $1000◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Ordering a drink◄ ►ωнєяє αм ι: Neon Lights◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Something nice◄ ►мαякιиgѕ: Back Tattoo, Upper Arms/Left Hip Tattoo, Upper Right Shoulder, Right Thigh Tattoo◄ ►ςσи∂ιтισи: Healthy◄ ►αςςєит: Australian◄ ►вℓσσ∂ ρσιитѕ: 79/100◄ ╚══════════════╝ [OOC: Spunk means "good looking" in Aussie slang biggrin ]
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 3:58 pm
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As Alex waited for her order, he pulled an apron from the cabinets underneath the bar counter, tied it around his waist, then followed it with a clean towelette just in case she ordered champagne and had to clean up any foam that may overflow form the bottle. Instead, the woman ordered Jack and Coke. Alexander furrowed his brows for a moment a little surprised - not because he was expecting her to order champagne, but because he wasn't expecting her to order his favorite cocktail. He nodded slowly with a smile that was a lot more genuine than the first, "My favorite..." he said, just audible enough for her to hear.
With that, the dirty blond got to work with her order. He popped open a new bottle of Jack, and snapped a open a can of coca-cola. The process was quick and simple. Alexander poured the coke first, then followed it with the Jack. That way, he didn't pour too much alcohol and not enough coke in one drink. (He prefers a lot more alcohol in his than most people would). He stirred slowly as to not get rid of too much of the coke's fizziness, then dropped a slice of lemon into the elixir. Alex then carefully slid over the glass to her, then wrote down her order and price on a tab for whenever she was ready to pay. "... spunk..." He said to himself, the word lingering in his mind. He wasn't too sure what it meant, but it was a pretty cool little slang wasn't it? "Not to sound lame but... what's spunk?" He asked, curiosity getting a better hold of him.
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Bank. $1000 || Status. Single || Outfit. Work Uniform
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 4:25 pm
╔══════════════╗ ►ι αм: Curious◄ ►мσηєу: $1000◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Ordering a drink◄ ►ωнєяє αм ι: Neon Lights◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Something nice◄ ►мαякιиgѕ: Back Tattoo, Upper Arms/Left Hip Tattoo, Upper Right Shoulder, Right Thigh Tattoo◄ ►ςσи∂ιтισи: Healthy◄ ►αςςєит: Australian◄ ►вℓσσ∂ ρσιитѕ: 79/100◄ ╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 4:58 pm
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She giggled? Alex stared back at her with a raised brow that lowered within the very moment it raised. He suppose it was sorta amusing... him not knowing the term, that is. Though it made him feel slightly awkward now that he asked. Wasn't like he was going to use it right? He wasn't much of a talker anyways. Who'd he say it to? Zara? She'd only laugh and pester him about it for a while... 'cause you know... what's a little sister for? The brunette hadn't teased him like he expected him to - and maybe that was because he was conditioned by certain girls in his life that loved doing exactly that - instead, she was straight forward. A trait he personally favored.
Good looking, so she says. "Hunk". Alex scrunched up his nose, cringing at the term. Not really out of disgust, but more in reaction to the oddity of being described as a "hunk" "Don't think that word suits me... hunk..." He replied, playing with the last button on his black blouse. He shrugged and thanked her for the compliment on the Jack and Coke - he was basically an expert at the drink after all, and introduced himself as Alexander. "Just call me Alex though... Alexander's too formal..." So Kuu was from Australia? Probably new to Soleil, he assumed. It made sense seeing she just explained her forgetfulness when regards of where she was. Couldn't blame her either. It was a weird transition for him too. "I get it. Came from Athens not too long. Hard to you know... settle."
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Bank. $1000 || Status. Single || Outfit. Work Uniform
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 5:57 pm
╔══════════════╗ ►ι αм: Curious◄ ►мσηєу: $1000◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Talking to Alex◄ ►ωнєяє αм ι: Neon Lights◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Something nice◄ ►мαякιиgѕ: Back Tattoo, Upper Arms/Left Hip Tattoo, Upper Right Shoulder, Right Thigh Tattoo◄ ►ςσи∂ιтισи: Healthy◄ ►αςςєит: Australian◄ ►вℓσσ∂ ρσιитѕ: 77/100◄ ╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 10:52 pm
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Didn't seem like she agreed all to much with him in regards of him being a "hunk" or "spunk"... or whatever people like to say these days. It was odd. Alexander could understand the occasional, "good looking", but hunk was pretty far fetched. The male kept to himself though, not very much in the mood for bothering with it. Instead, he rolled his sleeves up to his forearm (which partially revealed the scar that ran across his wrist to his back) and wiped off the counter top of any smudges, crumbs, and overall flaws. She did however, took quite an understanding to his struggles adjusting to Soleil. He caught her for a moment looking over her shoulder. "Are you waiting for someone?" Alex asked - for small talk. Not so much that he cared... good customer service was a must, right?
"- I just arrived here two days ago actually, so I'm still trying to figure out how to get from point a to point b." Alex nodded understandingly. "I didn't have much trouble. I have a sister living in Lumiere to help with navigation." He said simply, though there was a hint of gratefulness. If his sister wasn't there, he wouldn't have even been in Soleil, would he? He wouldn't have a place to live, and he wouldn't have a job as... somewhat... stable as this one. Speaking of this job, the place was a little slow. But of course, it was. This place is for the night owls. "Too early. Should come past midnight. It's a circus then."
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Bank. $1000 || Status. Single || Outfit. Work Uniform
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2016 9:01 am
╔══════════════╗ ►ι αм: Curious◄ ►мσηєу: $1000◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Talking to Alex◄ ►ωнєяє αм ι: Neon Lights◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Something nice◄ ►мαякιиgѕ: Back Tattoo, Upper Arms/Left Hip Tattoo, Upper Right Shoulder, Right Thigh Tattoo◄ ►ςσи∂ιтισи: Healthy◄ ►αςςєит: Australian◄ ►вℓσσ∂ ρσιитѕ: 77/100◄ ╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2016 10:45 am
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She had no friends at the moment so she claims. Made sense. She was here for only two days after all. It took Alexander a year before he actually got out his sister's loft and started going out more. However, she said she hoped to make a friend in even a few minutes. How would she manage? That's fast... Alexander furrowed his brow wondering who would be her friend in such a trivial amount of time. That was until he heard her giggling and realized it was himself she was referring to. "Oh..." he breathed, rubbing his wrist to ease his awkwardness. Alex didn't think he'd make too much of an exciting friend. Going out wasn't his thing. Social events wasn't his thing. The only event he really went to since being in Soleil was the New Years event at the beach. But he just spent most of his time by the shore smoking pot with a like-minded friend of his sister's boyfriend's(?) - well he wasn't too sure if it was her boyfriend, Zara gets bored easily and usually has someone new - co-worker. But he supposed he wouldn't mind making another friend right? It wasn't like he had much going on besides work and babysitting Zara and her best friend. "I guess you've made a friend in a couple seconds..." He said casually, shrugging lightly with a small - but as always - genuine smile.
Kuu mentioned living in Lumiere as well. Alex shuffled on his feet. He wasn't one that was used to having money - he was homeless some time before. So just the idea of hearing someone was living in a more higher state of luxury made him feel uneasy. He wasn't considered about fitting in their standards. It was more along the lines of him having to control his mouth - boy he cussed a s**t ton out these walls - and having to practice more... prim form of manners. She spoke up wanting someone to show her around the island, and getting lost in its wonders for hours with someone who wasn't too sure of the place themselves. Alex almost opened his mouth and said "good luck with that", but then he realize it was him she may have been speaking of. Well geez... sounds like a hassle. Not that he didn't mind it was just... hours? "Can there be a snack break in between?"
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Bank. $1000 || Status. Single || Outfit. Work Uniform
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2016 11:36 am
╔══════════════╗ ►ι αм: Curious◄ ►мσηєу: $1000◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Talking to Alex◄ ►ωнєяє αм ι: Neon Lights◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Something nice◄ ►мαякιиgѕ: Back Tattoo, Upper Arms/Left Hip Tattoo, Upper Right Shoulder, Right Thigh Tattoo◄ ►ςσи∂ιтισи: Healthy◄ ►αςςєит: Australian◄ ►вℓσσ∂ ρσιитѕ: 75/100◄ ╚══════════════╝
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