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Seth "Isaac" Ryujīn Money: $488.50 Mood: Calm Species: Dark Elemental Dragon Age: 19 Status: Single
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He could feel her pats getting faster on his head, was she trying to drum with it. He turned to the other side where the sun doesn't shine directly into his eyes, and now due to natural instincts, his eyes have once again turned into elliptical pupils, which was a little frustrating but he didn't mind. He stared at his own reflection in the water, it looked strange.
He smiled as she explained, "Barbie." he joked, "Well, I wouldn't know how to answer your question. I don't quite watch televisions since I sleep a lot, but if I do, I watch almost anything." He answered, not that he watches television often, sometimes he'd have his television on and he would stare at it as his mind proceeds to drift off into the seven seas. "You watch a lot of cartoons, don't you." he asked.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 7:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 7:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 8:05 pm
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"Clearly, the animes you've seen, aren't the ones I've seen." She liked psychological action animes the best, it's crazy how people can think of that. Attack on Titan, Tokyo Ghoul, and Madoka Magica are her top 3 for sure. And many people, even her guy friends, have shed tears at Madoka Magica. "Weaboos need to reconsider the path that they are taking in life." Rina giggled at their situation. In the ocean, fully clothed, Rina sitting on Seth's shoulders, talking about anime and weaboos. Yup, just an ordinary day for her. "Seth, if you want, we can go back on the beach and check out Smoothie Palace, or sit on some beach chairs if you want." She wasn't gonna make him stand in the ocean all day.
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Profile - X |❦| Outfit - X |❦| Money - $543 |❦| Mood - Happy |❦| Crush - No one |❦| With Seth
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 9:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 3:32 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 4:00 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 7:18 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 1:30 am
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 ⊙〖 Bree Teagan 〗⊙▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ▀▄▀▄▀ ( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • ) {Character Enter.}
The waves were building in the slightest bit. Mainly the frontal ones coming towards store began curling and diving in ways unknown. Her breathing was a hard pant now, fumes practically emanating off of her. Her lips clamped shut and she looked at the bright blue water shifting and sifting in front of her. Hands shot out in front of her. Her dress was wavering from the energy coming from her body. Of course, it wasn't something physical, but the pure use of energy after it had been so long... Lips quivered, the waves still trembling at the same force as her lips.
At any rate, her hands lifted and spread - and the waves obligingly followed; creating a tunnel just about the height of her body, plus a few inches. Her breath hitched, hiccuping with upset thoughts. No one would trace her down here. Hopefully the salt water would cover any trace of her.. As well as her foot steps. Swerving her hand in a semi-circle, she landed behind her, a part of a separate collapsing wave sneaking around her and sweeping minor traces of her footsteps. They'd still trail off into the ocean... But.. N-No one. No. Finn couldn't yell at her d-down.. Here. She took slow steps towards the water tunnel, hollow on the inside and showing the crest of the shore. Stepping towards the entrance, her feet touched the hard sea stones, making the bottom of her feet her. But the lower she got... Her lip quivered. The lower she got, the more sand would come.
Fists shaking, she took another step. To hell with all of them... T-To hell with... To hell.. A subtle sob and another step... Into the depths of the ocean she would go for now. Until things would calm the hell down. The waves were just closing behind her, any waves near the top of her head ruffling in an unnatural way.( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ ) OOC: Hi Boracay and Risking!
The waters gonna start rumbling slightly.
Got an angry water user running through.
Just thought you should know!
Today's Outfit: Summer Breeze~...
Feeling: HURT. CONFUSED.
Money: $470.50 |
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 1:45 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 2:57 am
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Jacob approached the man curled on the beach in a hurried fashion, eyebrows pulled together in confusion. Had he not seen Bree only moments ago? And if so, where was she now? He glanced up, the waves moving in a slight unnatural way. She must be on the other side of the beach. Kneeling down, the Tengu reached out and touched Finn's shoulder, eyes scanning up and down the body. His knee. With a swallow, he calmly began his words. "What's going on?" He had to deal with this as a clan leader. To be strong and not let your emotions get to making your decisions. His golden eyes shifted from his face to Finn's knee again, stretching his neck out over what Finn was holding.
Like a bird he inspected it, his head tilting to the side, then the other side. It could be an easy fix, but he didn't want to harass the pained boy. Swallowing but not allowing his knees to touch the ground, both legs bent down, the jeans stretching in the slightest. Sunlight didn't bother him at this point and the dark brown hair blew gently in the breeze, sliding down feathery in one motion. He had already given his offer to Finn. All he needed to do was ask.
OOC: --
Account: $500.
Wearing: A Classic Repeat.
Feeling: Nervous.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 3:09 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 3:17 am
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With every tremble of Finn's body, his jaw clenched tighter. He would admit it. He liked Finn, he really did. And even if he first started iffy about him, he had grown to really care for the- Jacob was dragged down, one knee hitting the sand. His eyes snapped open, a sense of danger surrounding him. What was going on? Was Bree in trouble? Mustering up energy, he gave a faint nod, still stunned by the sudden grab of his vest. "What's going on." He voiced sternly, still keeping a sense of calm voice. His hand stretched out and touched Finn's knee. The deeper the pain, the icier it would feel. The cold would sting in the veins for a fraction of a second before warming up and... Gone.
It had taken the smallest bit out of him, that much was true. But instead he reached a hand behind Finn, lifting him by the upper back. "Where is she." These questions were more like demands - even if they didn't have the same snappy tone. His eyes never left Finn's face, both wondering if he needed more energy -which he doubted- , and what was going on.
OOC: --
Account: $500.
Wearing: A Classic Repeat.
Feeling: Nervous; Worried.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 4:04 am
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ＦINN ＴEAGAN ______________________________
Married ║ Human║ 21 ║ Sucre's Manager
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The touch to his knee and that same icy feeling came over him. Finn winced in pain, his body jerking and his face contorting. It was only temporary and he knew that, but he only needed it to be temporary. He needed to get in the water and find her, even if it killed him. He sat up with Jacob's help once the pain was gone. Not thinking about anything else but Bree and how upset she was, he let his mouth start rambling. "She's in the ocean. Jacob," he turned to the man, gold meeting gold, "She's pregnant. I have to find her. I can't let her stay out there. This is all my fault again. I have to make it up to her," he said as he let the man go and jumped to his feet. Without another word to him, Finn began walking to the shore, albeit slowly because of the pain he was just in.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 4:31 am
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He cast a look at the ocean, eyes searching along the waves. In the... His mind instantly remembered many times she had gone to hide. When- Instantly his eyes snapped back to Finn, widening with both absolute panic and... Anger. His jaw clenched again, this time staring down Finn as if he might kill the man. It was taking all he could not to pummel the damn man into the ground. His fists clenched and he made a slight movement for Finn, and stopped in the middle of his tracks. Because at the same time, there was joy. A bundle of joy. And if they weren't in the given situation, he would have embraced the man into a viper grip at the same time that... Probably would've snapped his back in half. Instead, he could only stare at him, thoughts scattering for what felt like the first time in his life. He stared at the sand Finn had gotten up from.
Finally, it all clicked together. Bree was pregnant, under the ocean, and it was all Finn's fault? If she had been through something like this before, he would have known. This... This was something beyond Finn. He stood up with a slightly less calm demeanor, running a hand through his hair. "Finn." He called before walking towards him. Mustering up a bit more of the power, he grabbed the boy by the shoulder, letting the icy cool feeling once again travel down to his knee. Though it would again take a small part of him for now. He grunted. "Finn." He said again, louder. He jerked him back by his shoulder, towering over him with only a few inches to spare taller.
"You can't get down there." He murmured, attempting to hold him still. "There's no way down there right now. And it won't do you any good to try to drag her up right now." He stared at Finn. If he fought even more, he'd be forced to pick him up and fly him away from here. Bree wasn't stupid, she wouldn't hurt herself. He knew that. But she wouldn't come up until she felt safe again. He could only imagine what she'd be doing right now. And if so, perhaps they'd be able to find someone who could get to her. His face faltered and his eyebrows pulled further together, looking very, very bothered at the moment.
OOC: --
Account: $500.
Wearing: A Classic Repeat.
Feeling: Nervous; Worried.
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