Roleplay

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Just trimmed or are you going for a new look?

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I'm so sorry Panda I keep saying I'll reply then I never do. -_- Reply coming up.

(( well, see my hair is long XD and I always liked it short, to my shoulders. My side bangs kind of disappeared as well as my layers SO I'm going to get it done like I usually do... |D; so not a new look? XD ))


Callum nodded as he listened to Clara. "I see. Well can I look at some of your drawings? I'm sure they're great." he said and grinned a little. He would have liked to listen to her play the piano, or her violin, but her drawings were always just as good, if not better.


(( :C bah. Bad post. Callum you need to think more stuff. XD
I used to memorize books when i was little. XDD
My mom would read these kiddy books to me and I'd pick them up and "read" aloud but I was only reciting from memory 8D everyone thought I was reading and they were in shock. XD ))

(( XDD it's okay Fiona. x3 ))

((Hai, Jem, hai Fiona XDD))

Grace looked into Matthew's eyes, a soft smile on her face. She laid her head on his chest, snuggling close to him. She inhaled his scent, closing her eyes and laughed. "What color should my room be then?" she asked, picking up his hand and tracing the lines with her hand.

James chuckled. "Yeah, it might take a while--so why don't I just show you the basics? Kitchen, Living room, my room?" he asked, leading her into the kitchen. It was surprising, because the exterior of the house seemed like an old fashioned castle, but inside, it was a bit more modernized, while still maintaining it's elegant look. They didn't have fire oven stoves, or rusty pots and pans, but it looked like a normal kitchen, with modern technology. "Kitchen." James gestured casually, then walked into another room with ceiling to floor windows and silk draperies drawn back. The theme so far seemed to be a lot of white, and cream colors, which his mother often liked to put in. "Mom loved to put white and different shades of cream in each room, then add a splash of color in flowers. Mostly roses." he said. Sure enough, on the table in the kitchen, there was a bowl filled with water, and roses with the stems cut off floated peacefully in the water. In the living room, flowers were placed on a table, pale pink roses, and red roses.
James thought back to his mother. The Rose. Famous vampire killer. He wondered where his mother was. She'd disappeared a long time ago, along with his beloved sister, Rashel. He kept hoping he would find them and they would be alive, healthy, and human. His one fear was that his sister and mother were taken by the vampires and turned into monsters. James shook his thoughts out of his head. No time to mourn over the past, though the rooms had a bit of a melancholy feel to them.

(( I actually did learn to read at an early age, but when I got to elementary school they told me I was very behind! XD

I'll reply in a few minutes. I have to clean up my room. ))

(( so here is the picture i was afraid to ink earlier. XDD
ignore the dino. I was being... weird. XD

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((Aww, it's adorable! I love it!
Especially the dino XDDD))

Matthew looked around the room. He couldn't quite see what color her room would be. "We could paint it two different colors." he said and grinned, "What are your favorite colors again? I know Kolian likes wearing blue and green." he said. He tried to imagine the room in different colors with different designs. He would have tons of fun if he could help Grace decorate the room.


Sol smiled a little, and let him lead her around the house. Every room they walked into seemed huge to her. She noticed the white and pastels, along with the vibrant colored roses. She smiled when she saw them, and continued looking. "Your mother has an artistic eye." Sol said softly, looking up at James and smiling. She loved the pastel colored room. It was neat and clean and fresh, with hints of colors to bring life to the room.
When Sol saw all this, she wondered what James's room would be like. Would it be white like this room? Modern? or old fashioned and vintage? Though Sol was an artist, she did love the geometric designs of a modern house, or a modern room. However, the old elaborate styles pleased her artistic side, and she always wanted to draw those things. But to live in, modern was her favorite.
Sol couldn't wait to see his room. Someone's room often times reflected a lot about them. Kolian's room was plain, though her bedding and wardrobe was filled with colors of the rainbow, and that was how she organized things. 'ROY G BIV' Sol remembered telling her, when Kolian hadn't the slightest idea the order of the colors of the rainbow. Now, in kolian's closet, she had clothes from each and every color of the rainbow, and organized it as so.
Though Sol didn't know, Callum's room was plain and simple but neat and tidy. There was nothing to hide, no secret hidden boxes filled with pictures and stuff like that. He was an open book and had no secrets. He had picture frames on his side table of his past family, the one that he had shared with Azrael and Clara. He had a picture of Clara too, from a long time ago. There were no electronics, to show he wasn't the kind of guy to be hanging around a computer.
Aimee's room was blue, to show she was a calm, cool and collected person. it was very modern and creative, one wall having been painted with magnetic paint, then painted over again so the magnetic paint was hidden so she could stick magnets on her walls. She had modern furnishings, but there were things such as her stained glass mobiles that made the room seem... fantasized. On her desk was a multitude of electronics, a display of how much she loved it.
Different people had different things in their rooms, and it reflected something about them, whether they liked modern or vintage, or contemporary or natural.

(( yes, Riri. XDD I doodle the dino after looking at pictures. x3
I always look at other people's art before I draw, because it gives me inspiration and ideas. Plus it always makes my art better o .o; x3

and thank you~ ))

Panda wrote:

Aimee listened to Quill and kept her kindhearted soft smile on her face as she did. She didn't take her eyes off him, not once during their short conversation. Aimee wondered what he meant when he said that ' reasons we'd started going out weren't making much sense anymore.' She would have inquired furthur, but she held back. he would have told her if he wanted.
She nodded her head a bit and listened to the last part, which made her smile a bit more. "You don't put girls in files." she repeated before leaning back in her chair again. She laughed softly. "This is why I like you, Quill." she said, a smile dancing on her face. The way she had said the statement, it could've meant anything. Like like? Or just friend like?
Aimee brushed a strand of her blonde hair out of her face. Alice was a cute little girl, who seemed as delicate as glass. Aimee touched her glass heart. The girl didn't seem to be athletic in the least, and yet Aimee still felt a bit of jealousy deep inside her. Alice was very pretty and very sweet and delicate. Aimee almost felt like she should be like that too, so Quill would like her.
Then Aimee reviewed Quill's words. No, it was better to be herself. He hadn't specified the reasons they had been dating and she assumed it was because someone like a friend probably made them date, then Alice probably grew to love Quill. He didn't put girls in files, so quite possibly, he could still love her too. Aimee tried to think of all the good things about herself.
She was smart when she wanted to be, she was athletic... he thought she was gorgeous. Aimee smiled a little when she thought about what he had said to her that night. Even if he hadn't kissed her, he had said she was gorgeous and that was, and should be enough for her to hope. Aime's hand was still wrapped around her pendant as she thought.
What made her more beautiful? To Quill? if she dressed like Alice, could she pull it off? Would Quill think she was even more gorgeous? Aimee pushed that thought away. She didn't want to dress like Alice. She wanted to be herself. Aimee didn't want to be that girly girl, she wanted to normal, average, just Aimee. Aimee couldn't say she was a tomboy, nor was she a girly girl. She fit somewhere in between, she guessed.
As she thought of the possibilites and hope, that he could grow to love her as she did him, her heart felt better in her chest and she didn't seem so hurt as before. If Alice were to come back at that moment and look at Aimee, she would've seen a change in expression. Where there was pain, was just.. contentedness. Aimee felt better now and she felt that even if Quill didn't love her now, maybe he would fall in love with her along with the coming year. It had barely been a few months since school started, then the end of the year was still far off. Plus, Aimee couldn't imagine Quill never speaking to her again once school ended. Aimee had hope and that was all she needed.

Quill smiled at that and his heart flipped, he knew she hadn't meant like liked but... Alice slipped out of the bathroom eyes scanning the restaurant, she looked in the hall mirror as if to fix her hair. Then watching from the corner of her eye she waited being rather picking with a certain piece of hair.
"Ah perfect," she smiled turning just in time to bump into the waiter that been looking at Aimee. The silverware he'd been transporting falling to the ground with a a faint clack but others didn't seem to look that much. "Oh sorry!" she smiled coming down to help him pick them up.
"Uh you don't have to help," he said.
"Okay," Alice told him stopping herself from reaching for a spoon. "But I should tell you I saw you looking at my friend."
THe boys brown eyes looked up at her a little scared a little shy.
"You should talk to her," she smiled.
"Isn't she with-"
"Who Quill?" Alice asked. "No not yet."
"Yet?"
"Nope, go on and hurry little man." Alice set the one fork she picked up on his tray then stood flatting her skirt. Her words exact irony as she stood to be quiet some bit shorter than him.
Coming back to the table Alice very much did notice the contentedness that Aimee's eyes not portrayed. She felt like telling Quill he was drolling, even though he wasn't it would wipe that stupid grin off his face. That adorably cute grin. She wouldn't mind if he made that face at her.
"Here's the check guys, take your time." The waitress smiled with that grin that just say 'give me a big tip?' Although it was passed to Quill Alice reached over and snatched it from his grip eyes looking over it. Looking much like she was going to pay the bill.
"Thanks," she told the waitress then to Quill she said, "I got the tip." Shuffling through her purse she slid down four dollars on the table then five to Quill for her meal. Quill nodded pulling out his own money.
"Alright lets split," he said standing up and gathering the bill.
"Kay," Alice stood up gathering her things as Quill went to pay the bill. The waiter from earlier came up. He wasn't bad looking per-say but his complexion was perfect. He had scufflely red hair and brown eyes.
Alice was actually starting to think that this would work until the boy opened his mouth and blurted, "do your feet hurt?" Oh crud... "Cause you've been running through my mind since you came in," then a goofy grin.
Well he looked normal, Alice thought glancing over towards Quill. "Um," she stepped back. "I'll wait for you over there," she never was good at making excuses things like this threw her off. She didn't look guilty just shocked at this completely uhh different way to pick up a girl. Slipping away to the door she waited for them both, Quill still not noticing anything. Alice supposed it still could work Aimee wasn't supposed to say yes, but she must know she has other options. If she settled down with someone else Quill would be hers right?

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Awwh thats so cute Panda (:

(( I want that dino!
O_O ))

((Ahhmmmm, brief brain fart, sorry -_-

I'll be back soon. Lunch XDD))

Aimee smiled at Alice as the girl returned, and watched them pay. When Alice said she was ready to go, Aimee looked up just in time to see a young waiter come over. The moment he opened his mouth Aimee knew he was going to say something to her, but she hadn't expected what came out. Aimee couldn't help but laugh. It was a nice laugh, not mocking or snobby or anything. She thought that was cute. Aimee thought any corny pick-up lines were cute, honestly. She didn't like to hear them all the time but they appealed to her in a different kind of way.
"That's sweet." Aimee said, smiling at him, "But, I'm sorry. I like someone else." she said. Aimee was so gracious to him. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but she also didn't want to lead him on. She didn't know him and she was already head over heels for Quill. She was trying not to be so mean to the waiter, and she was doing a good job of it. She had turned down dates before and usually, most of the time the kid ended up with a smile on his face, accepting the fact.

(( ehh shorter than I'd like it to be. o .o ))

(( thanks Jem, thank you fiona x3

I'm coloring Aimee now... maybe I should color da dino too? XD ))

(( colored Aimee ouo
and Dino. XD

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Grace smiled. "Purple, orange and green." she laughed. "We might have a problem choosing what color. I'd settle on blue or a mint green."

((Sorry, that's so short.))

James nodded. "She had an eye for interior decorating." They walked back to the grand foyer and started up the marble staircase. Their footsteps echoed throughout the halls. Once they were at the top, James led Sol to a hallway off to the right. They walked for what seemed like the longest time before coming to a plain white wooden door. James nodded toward the door. "My room." he opened it. "Looks like the maids have been in here." The room was neat and tidy, with the bed made, and fresh red roses by the window.
The floors were patterned and wood, with a black and white striped carpet covering most of the room. There was a black cylinder wooden night table with long lamps hanging from the ceiling over the bed and desk. The bed itself was a kingsize, (though James really didn't know why it was, a king) white, with black sheets, covers and black pillows with white pillows as well. The wall the bed was against was black, while the wall the windows were on were painted white with white curtains.

(( my family just got here and now my mom is being mean. ==
I'll reply as soon as I can, I'm sorry :/ ))

Matthew nodded thoughtfully. "we'll wait until she comes back and ask her what she wants." Matthew grinned brightly. "This'll be tons of fun~" He finally wrapped his arm around Grace and smiled.

(( dunno what I should make him say.. XD; ))


Sol had this odd feeling of emptiness as they walked up the stairs to the second floor. Their footsteps echoed and it almost seemed as if they were the only two people there. Sol took in a deep breath, then looked around. She followed after him as he led her down the hallway. It took a while before they finally arrived to his room, and when he opened the doors she was breathless.
"Your room is amazing..." The entire make of it was so intresting. The modern geometrical shapes, the black and white, and the simple roses. Sol liked his room alot. She slowly let go of his hand and walked slowly into his room. "I like your room." she said and laughed softly. She already seemed more relaxed. She turned to him and smiled brightly. "Oh, how's your back?" she asked suddenly.
It hadn't occured to Sol that James's back might still be hurt until that moment. She hoped he was feeling better. She walked over to him, and suddenly had an idea that she shouldn't have thought. She thought, maybe she could help him change bandages. The thought made her blush when she imagined him being shirtless again, but it was faint and not bold like the other times he made her blush.

((Haha, same here.))

Grace snuggled closer, laying her head on his chest. She listened to the sound of his breathing, and closed her eyes. Slowly, she was lulled to sleep, curled close to Matthew, using him as a pillow.

((Sol just cant wait to get James shirtless again XDDDD))

"Oh," James put a hand on his shoulder. The wounds were still a bit raw, with the small cuts having healed themselves in no time, but the three deep ones were stubborn and taking a long time to heal. "They're kind of refusing to heal themselves right now. Still bleeding a bit, but I think they're fine."
The door opened, and James looked to find his father standing there. His father, Peter had the most intimidating stance about him. His eyes were cold, blue and his mouth never carried a smile like his wife had.
"Father..." James turned, straightening up. It was as if he were addressing his sergeant, rather than his own father. "This is Solaria Alexander." James gestured to Sol.
Peter looked at James, then his eyes flickered to Sol. "Pleasure to meet you," Peter said, giving a brief nod to Sol before turning back to James. "You need to take care of those wounds you know,"
"I was just going to." James murmured.
Peter nodded, eyes expressionless. "Good." he gave Sol one last look before he walked out of the room.
James relaxed, though he was silent. "I guess I'd better get going on changing the bandages." he said, walking over to his bedside table, bringing out a first aid kit in the drawer.

((James' father--
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Face claim--Sir Ian McKellen))

(( XDD YOU WOULD WANT HIM SHIRTLESS AGAIN TOO
so would I |D
him and Quill... *swoons*
XDD

and his daddy looks intimidating oOo x3 ))

Sol smiled, and looked at James as he described his wounds. She hoped he was okay. He had gotten them saving her life, of course. She looked over as an older gentleman stopped by the door. She noticed how James straightened up and she felt like she should too. However, her posture was already excellent. She had trained herself to sit up straight at easels and such, never wanting a crooked back or to hunch over.
Sol smiled at James's father, using a charming, 'Adults usually like me' kind of smile. When he looked at her she felt like she was being studied, carefully as if he were making sure she wasn't some sort of thief. Sol felt small when James's father looked at her, but she kept her mouth shut, her smile fading ever so slightly.
When the man left Sol let out a breath. He had intimidated her and definitely had made her feel like something could be wrong with her. She just hoped he was like James, and not like a man who wanted his son to get together with a rich girl. She really really liked James, loved even. It was still too soon to say whether she loved him or not but she did have very strong feelings for him. She walked over to James as he started taking out the first aid kit. "I can help you..." she said, smiling at him. "Is that okay?" she gently set her tote bag down, and out of the way so no one would trip over it. She couldn't help thinking about James's father.
Too James's father, she probably looked like a regular, beautiful girl. She didn't look rich, or poor, and she definitely didn't seem like an orphan with such clean clothes. She looked like a put together girl and just the way she smiled made her seem like she wasn't any snob. She definitely looked like the kind of girl that would cry if a boy broke up with her, and would have the hardest time ever letting go of a boyfriend. She probably came off as a goody-two-shoes, which she was, which was also something a parent had nothing to worry about.

James sighed, letting her take the first aid kit. "Yeah, sure." he said, falling silent. He pulled his shirt off, and bunched it in a ball, throwing it across the room.

((Sorry, I'm watching August Rush. Distracted. XDD))